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Hello Poetry ought to make poets expand, and lo, it does, - perhaps past Amazon Web Systems, bending under the plan - who knows how 502 connections catch up, when poets take a thread and pull... as the poetic bubble expands and encom- passes under standing stones, crawling on my belly shining the path behind me as might a slime in my condition, signaling to all who follow, rest up, some levers set springs that can lift you anywhere from 324 to 7500 bodlengths, imagine that wrong and the stories all start to seem familear as hell, being or not, you know, when this ain't sati-sifine-mine satisfied, servant given props, true, measure twice cut once is a good rule to remember once more too late, to matter, it passes as gas, spiritual, not religious. The nuts are LH I bet you, watch what ah, you know what the left hand knows, qwerty is on my side and right requires looking to find a critical. point where a breathing comma woulda done it better, think out, ah loud, ha three times what if now, you read, and wonder if it happened or you imagined it did. you weite this line, it did gitwrit right, whosay whosayin amean ameam a meme me me ,miney by yo toe-western tap tongue click to the beat of the tribe, unh hung, we bin, we gone we been and done sing it old son sing it in that silent way words do as they seem to float above the page, oh, sage, shouldabeen a child's name, and lo, it was. A prophecy from Sue, too true to disobey, so some where there's an Xer in Texas called Sage, remembering the Alamo and such names, ken come loose the looser the interpretations and beguilded become set to high idle bemeaning nothing in  1 generation exposed, to the new atmosphere filled with signals saving time, Ten Days Coast to Coast, those shiny men, in reality, listened, not all of them, some of them, one finger typer, guy lost his thumb, on a wagon train real deal do it as it was done in the journals, now, 30 wpm ,-.; imagine imogenes-- the r--- re tell, or call imoges imagine in the past reality, mine, perhaps, not yours, even in the same time zone, but we tune to this signal and sudden instant yes, a me was a we and we went with it , let it boast of knowing this qwerty code due to darwin's bulldog being related to the guy I met just inside the doors of perception, after an excellent read given me at the fishnet factory, in a package, that seals the time frame for much of the past and all the futures imaginable it was just that quick we yooost to say, the quick and the dead, at the edge of eternity, we as we are, aware, being ware able we know, a thing or two, is not enough, to infect, we need more, baby, have I got a number for you, I put a spell on you, I ran to Ur, but Ur was fallen so I ran, to where Forrest Gump stopped. And I remembered, away away a me-me memory implant during a momentary disconnection sensing something resonating as I wish a gong one song hmmm steady hmmm breathing thingme I am, this what good can I do did i- said AI already riddling and only just begun. See if we or notice we did. We shall think we may know, and we may as well do it.
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Apr 10, 2024
Apr 10, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
Bubbles we breathe in, innersect out here
Hello Poetry ought to make poets expand, and lo, it does, - perhaps past Amazon Web Systems, bending under the plan - who knows how 502 connections catch up, when poets take a thread and pull... as the poetic bubble expands and encom- passes under standing stones, crawling on my belly shining the path behind me as might a slime in my condition, signaling to all who follow, rest up, some levers set springs that can lift you anywhere from 324 to 7500 bodlengths, imagine that wrong and the stories all start to seem familear as hell, being or not, you know, when this ain't sati-sifine-mine satisfied, servant given props, true, measure twice cut once is a good rule to remember once more too late, to matter, it passes as gas, spiritual, not religious. The nuts are LH I bet you, watch what ah, you know what the left hand knows, qwerty is on my side and right requires looking to find a critical. point where a breathing comma woulda done it better, think out, ah loud, ha three times what if now, you read, and wonder if it happened or you imagined it did. you weite this line, it did gitwrit right, whosay whosayin amean ameam a meme me me ,miney by yo toe-western tap tongue click to the beat of the tribe, unh hung, we bin, we gone we been and done sing it old son sing it in that silent way words do as they seem to float above the page, oh, sage, shouldabeen a child's name, and lo, it was. A prophecy from Sue, too true to disobey, so some where there's an Xer in Texas called Sage, remembering the Alamo and such names, ken come loose the looser the interpretations and beguilded become set to high idle bemeaning nothing in  1 generation exposed, to the new atmosphere filled with signals saving time, Ten Days Coast to Coast, those shiny men, in reality, listened, not all of them, some of them, one finger typer, guy lost his thumb, on a wagon train real deal do it as it was done in the journals, now, 30 wpm ,-.; imagine imogenes-- the r--- re tell, or call imoges imagine in the past reality, mine, perhaps, not yours, even in the same time zone, but we tune to this signal and sudden instant yes, a me was a we and we went with it , let it boast of knowing this qwerty code due to darwin's bulldog being related to the guy I met just inside the doors of perception, after an excellent read given me at the fishnet factory, in a package, that seals the time frame for much of the past and all the futures imaginable it was just that quick we yooost to say, the quick and the dead, at the edge of eternity, we as we are, aware, being ware able we know, a thing or two, is not enough, to infect, we need more, baby, have I got a number for you, I put a spell on you, I ran to Ur, but Ur was fallen so I ran, to where Forrest Gump stopped. And I remembered, away away a me-me memory implant during a momentary disconnection sensing something resonating as I wish a gong one song hmmm steady hmmm breathing thingme I am, this what good can I do did i- said AI already riddling and only just begun. See if we or notice we did. We shall think we may know, and we may as well do it.
April 502 empearled anchor chain set to bubble up now all at once 60 -502s
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Apr 10, 2024
Apr 10, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
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