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Being in time, to be judged for being well and good, or good for nothing, after all's been said and done, and the books been balanced, so be lived, on the edge of realization, in mere if on occasions, mere instant of mere what if. Yah, the happy ifery everwas, once, told, told to all the children, in the world, by the likes of traveling salvation shows, everybody knows, everybody don't -0- reality starts at one, not zero don't tell me your scripture told you true, no, don't come to my wedom, and pretend to know enough to say you know what I mean, general I, any mind's I, is the I a' habit, ritual morning washings and mind windings, set, ready to say what the preacher man say, say that, Yeah, like, yah, he know, word. Manifest festive tests of mere concentrated will to make a perfect Dirac one, from a perfect Schrödinger one, and call it just what I said. The point of everything that pierces anything any wall. Any sign says This is it, no where to go from where you …. went, on second thoughts Plancksecs in duration, sub instant, so fast the point is pastless. Forget it. This is it.
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 7:44 PM UTC
Co-here-ence
Being in time, to be judged for being well and good, or good for nothing, after all's been said and done, and the books been balanced, so be lived, on the edge of realization, in mere if on occasions, mere instant of mere what if. Yah, the happy ifery everwas, once, told, told to all the children, in the world, by the likes of traveling salvation shows, everybody knows, everybody don't -0- reality starts at one, not zero don't tell me your scripture told you true, no, don't come to my wedom, and pretend to know enough to say you know what I mean, general I, any mind's I, is the I a' habit, ritual morning washings and mind windings, set, ready to say what the preacher man say, say that, Yeah, like, yah, he know, word. Manifest festive tests of mere concentrated will to make a perfect Dirac one, from a perfect Schrödinger one, and call it just what I said. The point of everything that pierces anything any wall. Any sign says This is it, no where to go from where you …. went, on second thoughts Plancksecs in duration, sub instant, so fast the point is pastless. Forget it. This is it.
testing tensile strength on a Rasta strand that rots at its roots, but we live in the same half true what's a man to do, tell the belivable truth, don't say, be,y'know.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 7:44 PM UTC
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