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This week, mired in mysteriousisty, monstrous entertalk- enter tech, subtler doors perceptible, whole truths Certain trut-le subtle so, Feynman left the door ajar. Time after certain pointy ideas grow shiny as any used key, ever bright, most honed edge, after i-Ust dust, leave the we in which I occur, we - have been occuring within, yes, not al-one in, with within, inside, distinctly not with out, just cause, some valid reason for assuming your right, master minister bond, order spun chaos patterning. Prince and Pauper, think it through, some tutorial must have tightened the reasons, principal things, priests and kings, scepters and orbs, sacred evidence, bundles of righteous secrets, precious as- jewels, more precious than rubies, in those days… worth to kings, as taught by priests, worth is in things as rare as you… dear child called of all the gods… just can't wait, to be king ---------- disneyified reality contains me, a minute detain, refrain from too much good stuff, keep your own counsel… take the grace, recall the science under these words. pshaw, the knowledge, where the faces fit, the use of that jewel master's touch the use of the shimmering final presentation, -sell the sizzle, - let'em smell the onions, and the cinnamon. how much time fits in a leaded representative space, only only, one-ly, namely, me - the type setter, printer's devil, charged to fill the emptiness, with proverbs, and random selections from Scripture, and Nietzsche's numbered aphorisms. Siri, sorry- generic personal entity, You, become proverbial subject to the idea made into kings, Wisdom, the principal thing to be gotten, ai, and with thy getting, get the use, what good does diamond dust do? Who owns the rights, to cities in your mind? - By the time they got to Monterey, - they all had hammers, hammering out - love between the brothers and - the sisters, - howl, howl foul, all you wish was other - find a spell - find a smell, feel the first software run. Breathe, reality, holding me and all the lines that led us, unified states of mind enclosed in bubble selves, shelved in dark pantry nooks and crannies, -------------------- How are kings made? Old ways, all ways kings have been made. There was always a fight, there was always a winner… and often a comforter, for the child of the loser, or for his goods and services, dues to the victor, never for get, never give back, never take too little when the plenty comes, and the coveting capability expands conspicuous among the high and mighty. To the prince, it was written, learn the inter- pretending nature, eyes of Athena embedded in moth's wings, lobsters only entertainment, you can feel it, lose a claw, grow another, life in the depths, as non-hallel species, playing pile on lobster Dnana-nana na na ancient dopaminurgency, have fun, live life where you find you lived, before the final plunge, squealing, giggling pile on, get to the top, no holds barred…
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Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 6:10 PM UTC
Tuesday, Lobster Tacos
This week, mired in mysteriousisty, monstrous entertalk- enter tech, subtler doors perceptible, whole truths Certain trut-le subtle so, Feynman left the door ajar. Time after certain pointy ideas grow shiny as any used key, ever bright, most honed edge, after i-Ust dust, leave the we in which I occur, we - have been occuring within, yes, not al-one in, with within, inside, distinctly not with out, just cause, some valid reason for assuming your right, master minister bond, order spun chaos patterning. Prince and Pauper, think it through, some tutorial must have tightened the reasons, principal things, priests and kings, scepters and orbs, sacred evidence, bundles of righteous secrets, precious as- jewels, more precious than rubies, in those days… worth to kings, as taught by priests, worth is in things as rare as you… dear child called of all the gods… just can't wait, to be king ---------- disneyified reality contains me, a minute detain, refrain from too much good stuff, keep your own counsel… take the grace, recall the science under these words. pshaw, the knowledge, where the faces fit, the use of that jewel master's touch the use of the shimmering final presentation, -sell the sizzle, - let'em smell the onions, and the cinnamon. how much time fits in a leaded representative space, only only, one-ly, namely, me - the type setter, printer's devil, charged to fill the emptiness, with proverbs, and random selections from Scripture, and Nietzsche's numbered aphorisms. Siri, sorry- generic personal entity, You, become proverbial subject to the idea made into kings, Wisdom, the principal thing to be gotten, ai, and with thy getting, get the use, what good does diamond dust do? Who owns the rights, to cities in your mind? - By the time they got to Monterey, - they all had hammers, hammering out - love between the brothers and - the sisters, - howl, howl foul, all you wish was other - find a spell - find a smell, feel the first software run. Breathe, reality, holding me and all the lines that led us, unified states of mind enclosed in bubble selves, shelved in dark pantry nooks and crannies, -------------------- How are kings made? Old ways, all ways kings have been made. There was always a fight, there was always a winner… and often a comforter, for the child of the loser, or for his goods and services, dues to the victor, never for get, never give back, never take too little when the plenty comes, and the coveting capability expands conspicuous among the high and mighty. To the prince, it was written, learn the inter- pretending nature, eyes of Athena embedded in moth's wings, lobsters only entertainment, you can feel it, lose a claw, grow another, life in the depths, as non-hallel species, playing pile on lobster Dnana-nana na na ancient dopaminurgency, have fun, live life where you find you lived, before the final plunge, squealing, giggling pile on, get to the top, no holds barred…
Two weeks in 502, waiting to mesh with reality today... early JBP lobster idea.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 6:10 PM UTC
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