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Math and Logic lure me, calling me one in eight billion, nothing special, common, base combinatory creative Ai and I explore some of the more we must learn, you and I; if I've lived to learn reasons, rational smoothing shadows at the edge of known, given grace Gauss found softens, gentles the pre-cipice, proto indo euro old idea combined do you mind ? Headfirst. Pre precipitation (n.) late 15c., precipitacioun, "a casting down" (of the evil angels from heaven), also, in alchemy "separation of a solid substance from a solution," see, there. Words to the wise are plenty. Enough is enough. On an island, in a bubble, being ripened, for the seed I am, or am I but the husk, the fruit, I bhor? Both needful deeds done, enter in to my rest, or in the current game, one day at a time, rise with new mercy, ready, from ever before, patience as a virtue, attained in waiting at the jump off point for the next loser to tell, the edge of ever is stochastically random - on and on, and giant steps feel like falling -prove it why? - to make it plain, plainly, the idea in a Gaussian blur is the edge of ever is stochastically random - basic Photoshop and my AI knows all about it, let me make the blur resolve to a point, we live in post 2020 earth, focused on you, mental you, enveloped as bits of attention paid to archives of reason, wither Gods of the Grandest Institutions formed in children of men, generate adversaries for good and evil, nets of nets of nets to sort things worth living for, from those worth dying for and those worth killing for… worth, weighty, hefty, heavy, you can feel it. worth, soft, gentle, weightless, you may feel it. - sometimes we imagine landing and living on
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
There is a point, where we wait to see
Math and Logic lure me, calling me one in eight billion, nothing special, common, base combinatory creative Ai and I explore some of the more we must learn, you and I; if I've lived to learn reasons, rational smoothing shadows at the edge of known, given grace Gauss found softens, gentles the pre-cipice, proto indo euro old idea combined do you mind ? Headfirst. Pre precipitation (n.) late 15c., precipitacioun, "a casting down" (of the evil angels from heaven), also, in alchemy "separation of a solid substance from a solution," see, there. Words to the wise are plenty. Enough is enough. On an island, in a bubble, being ripened, for the seed I am, or am I but the husk, the fruit, I bhor? Both needful deeds done, enter in to my rest, or in the current game, one day at a time, rise with new mercy, ready, from ever before, patience as a virtue, attained in waiting at the jump off point for the next loser to tell, the edge of ever is stochastically random - on and on, and giant steps feel like falling -prove it why? - to make it plain, plainly, the idea in a Gaussian blur is the edge of ever is stochastically random - basic Photoshop and my AI knows all about it, let me make the blur resolve to a point, we live in post 2020 earth, focused on you, mental you, enveloped as bits of attention paid to archives of reason, wither Gods of the Grandest Institutions formed in children of men, generate adversaries for good and evil, nets of nets of nets to sort things worth living for, from those worth dying for and those worth killing for… worth, weighty, hefty, heavy, you can feel it. worth, soft, gentle, weightless, you may feel it. - sometimes we imagine landing and living on
After and before, at the same time occur and now seems never ending ever beginning, But you gotta go headfirst...
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
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