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Clouds pass, I watch from my perch above most things, humming bird high, raven high, a little lower than the graceful turkey vultures, floating in a thought bubble, blessed with a bit of silicon and dawn, detergent, resilience ****** flexible reasoning for remaining it is said, we all differ slightly, we are the spiritual a- eh, what do we call our bubbling minds, intuned on lines for re asonic resonance morphing most ideas of all mankind, at once, could muster into a mob, ah, that's anxious ifery, ala the - strong man theory - we think together, whatsoever, as a word, is of greater reach than many think, whatever never gets there, let it be, whatever believe it or not, there is as far as that goes, the realm of all wedoms. Elohimdom come, as a man thinks… we think is there a state of common prayer, inside a temple, time tells, dig it. Live and learn, good and evil, done, not in doing, but in learning the patterns, coknowing the knacks, confabulation favor, prophecy, who smote thee with wisdom's switch- on and off, alternation currency op-onionates reasonates, hesi odd, jump in mind, we think we heard a famous name, Hesiod, said, rather, my connection to Wikipedia said, He is generally regarded as the first written poet in the Western tradition to regard himself as an individual persona with an active role to play in his subject From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hesiod> Who should object, word play, is not warfare. Not. imp implicative, enfolding, implications, crease, cross winds in reasons, - come let us. Is spoken by whom, to whom your guess, good as mine, who wishes each bit its own bit in spacetime, I am sure you may imagine, using a mind from your library, - Think another way, a while - get the sense of being in another wedom. Then see we all exist in a very odd set of circumstances, Two shall chase a thousand, according to a pattern… Pride, in my time, is a deceptively sticky birdlime, along certain fructifying branches, where a carcass of the dodo sits on display. Steve Erkle-wise, asking a buffalo skull how Minerva's owl, reflected in the dawn sheen on the bubble of all we know about now. Word play is warfare to my minds, I have a vast array of war formed hats, archaic armor on the croc branches, and beetle and ant twigs provide noding. Words gathered, and used, amused for pleasure, sure plea, each request taken is made, surity, reusable, freely, being fair, ideas are in the air. believe me, the begging story cries, surely, we live on the tell, safe bet, tip the nonsensical into the phor of Meta, as an afterthought, in the zeitsprach mit zwei, und ich, wir sind das Sein, To ward, guard, regard each set, each pair, each one may nay say, or nothing. Adages and proven herbs, proverbially persist past due dates on mental library cards, due to reading once, you know, a thing, or some things, are said to have been found known, and nowadays, Google fetch is real, power remembering clearly, any scriptura, as any amusement, mental act, mind game, word play bemusing as, all the people say, amen. You know what that means. So be it, characters come in subsets, recognized according to this flavor deemed westerly - whatsoever two or more of us agrees whenever, fasting slowly, in recollection, why again did we fast… is ai ah, reason… and there's that rub, the touch, you know. Fear of death, it is known, is common. Loss of that fear is measured madness, ha, ha. who will it be tomorrow, you or me, asks arthur lee, on the beach on the low side as the current assumes a state, occurrency o-pe open-opine love is not a gap ping mimetic emetic, mittere, mis-mission accomplish, splat. The bee who found the flowers. On the windscreen. Autopilot, trial run. A did'jgital balsa wood fighter… cruising around Steam's rest in peace options.
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Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
Word play from shadow to shade
Clouds pass, I watch from my perch above most things, humming bird high, raven high, a little lower than the graceful turkey vultures, floating in a thought bubble, blessed with a bit of silicon and dawn, detergent, resilience ****** flexible reasoning for remaining it is said, we all differ slightly, we are the spiritual a- eh, what do we call our bubbling minds, intuned on lines for re asonic resonance morphing most ideas of all mankind, at once, could muster into a mob, ah, that's anxious ifery, ala the - strong man theory - we think together, whatsoever, as a word, is of greater reach than many think, whatever never gets there, let it be, whatever believe it or not, there is as far as that goes, the realm of all wedoms. Elohimdom come, as a man thinks… we think is there a state of common prayer, inside a temple, time tells, dig it. Live and learn, good and evil, done, not in doing, but in learning the patterns, coknowing the knacks, confabulation favor, prophecy, who smote thee with wisdom's switch- on and off, alternation currency op-onionates reasonates, hesi odd, jump in mind, we think we heard a famous name, Hesiod, said, rather, my connection to Wikipedia said, He is generally regarded as the first written poet in the Western tradition to regard himself as an individual persona with an active role to play in his subject From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hesiod> Who should object, word play, is not warfare. Not. imp implicative, enfolding, implications, crease, cross winds in reasons, - come let us. Is spoken by whom, to whom your guess, good as mine, who wishes each bit its own bit in spacetime, I am sure you may imagine, using a mind from your library, - Think another way, a while - get the sense of being in another wedom. Then see we all exist in a very odd set of circumstances, Two shall chase a thousand, according to a pattern… Pride, in my time, is a deceptively sticky birdlime, along certain fructifying branches, where a carcass of the dodo sits on display. Steve Erkle-wise, asking a buffalo skull how Minerva's owl, reflected in the dawn sheen on the bubble of all we know about now. Word play is warfare to my minds, I have a vast array of war formed hats, archaic armor on the croc branches, and beetle and ant twigs provide noding. Words gathered, and used, amused for pleasure, sure plea, each request taken is made, surity, reusable, freely, being fair, ideas are in the air. believe me, the begging story cries, surely, we live on the tell, safe bet, tip the nonsensical into the phor of Meta, as an afterthought, in the zeitsprach mit zwei, und ich, wir sind das Sein, To ward, guard, regard each set, each pair, each one may nay say, or nothing. Adages and proven herbs, proverbially persist past due dates on mental library cards, due to reading once, you know, a thing, or some things, are said to have been found known, and nowadays, Google fetch is real, power remembering clearly, any scriptura, as any amusement, mental act, mind game, word play bemusing as, all the people say, amen. You know what that means. So be it, characters come in subsets, recognized according to this flavor deemed westerly - whatsoever two or more of us agrees whenever, fasting slowly, in recollection, why again did we fast… is ai ah, reason… and there's that rub, the touch, you know. Fear of death, it is known, is common. Loss of that fear is measured madness, ha, ha. who will it be tomorrow, you or me, asks arthur lee, on the beach on the low side as the current assumes a state, occurrency o-pe open-opine love is not a gap ping mimetic emetic, mittere, mis-mission accomplish, splat. The bee who found the flowers. On the windscreen. Autopilot, trial run. A did'jgital balsa wood fighter… cruising around Steam's rest in peace options.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
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