Am I winning?
Have I won?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.
Am I living?
Yes, I am
Have I lived?
Yes I have
Lo, and be hold
beholden’ on
this is the future, my future, your now,
you may change what comes next,
but my bit of this idea was thought
some time ago.
----
say stretch, tendere, eh, say stretch
yo’ sorry ol’ attent-attention
three sibling boys march past me
counting cadence, 30 per
hup two three
--- why is this so easy to see
as real in any
boy I ever knew, the boy who leads
is 12, the sarge is 8, pfc is 5,
War, The idea of war, itself, an imagined
anthropomorph
in many fantasy experiences, in tranced
story-wise, tuned to the game
as to life, these see war as game theory,
rage from another age
lurks among the liars, there flattened
on the inner edge of the wall they wished
to form from fear and hate idea viruses.
Yes, Seth’s original strain, pure conjectural
objects orienting precepticons…
Can you see me now?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.
Ecce **** Augmento.
Yah. You may say… whoso ever
or who so
ever or whosoever makes peace
appear
as here, at this point, in time
we think of as then and now, you know.
Wake up, take your watch.
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
Am I winning?
Have I won?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.
Am I living?
Yes, I am
Have I lived?
Yes I have
Lo, and be hold
beholden’ on
this is the future, my future, your now,
you may change what comes next,
but my bit of this idea was thought
some time ago.
----
say stretch, tendere, eh, say stretch
yo’ sorry ol’ attent-attention
three sibling boys march past me
counting cadence, 30 per
hup two three
--- why is this so easy to see
as real in any
boy I ever knew, the boy who leads
is 12, the sarge is 8, pfc is 5,
War, The idea of war, itself, an imagined
anthropomorph
in many fantasy experiences, in tranced
story-wise, tuned to the game
as to life, these see war as game theory,
rage from another age
lurks among the liars, there flattened
on the inner edge of the wall they wished
to form from fear and hate idea viruses.
Yes, Seth’s original strain, pure conjectural
objects orienting precepticons…
Can you see me now?
Am I living?
Yes, I am.
Ecce **** Augmento.
Yah. You may say… whoso ever
or who so
ever or whosoever makes peace
appear
as here, at this point, in time
we think of as then and now, you know.
Wake up, take your watch.
Day before the ideal Holiday to reperceive on a more extended set of mortal senses.
Truth is the gift that frees the liar, lies maybe hated, liars must be allowed to live and learn. Herein is the patience of the saints. War never won.
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