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Sire, indeed, I understand, warden of my infancy, first to feed me letters ready for my mouth to make words, someday, today, we make wonder, whying from a while ago, being made wondering why If today there were 10 billion breathing thinkers, all ones, alone, in meditation, making breathed thinkings, without the knowing used, tehkne, indeed, secret NDA bound mental threadings through mental awl holes, and needless fretting pin head limitations of dancers, ecstatic… we may as well imagine any life like mind, fitting patterns accepted as true, the grown ups teachings, all proven when America, became the idea nobody takes serious, Spirit of '76 the populist, mob, lot of all laborers in touch with ra'knacks as a class. The Smithy, and the Selvedge stitcher, and the spinners, spinning tales to top the last one left laughing, yesterday, status quo of the fat and happy, that's what needs preservation con-science, con-sequence of con-venience con-served with all the honor due Providential Wisdom Lord Mother of Mindforms and every winter, we were warm, I remember, Grandpa, thinks, we were warm, I remember, but, still, with use of history in media conserved since 1910, landmark year in these stacks of idle words, redeemed with one use, ready, read, done, rich in mercy sown in local nearby kindness, the effect of music and motion pictures, we all have seen the movies of Solomon, apples of gold in pitchers of silver, seen on screen, since 1927, to entertain those long used as labor, and in constant craving for fermented things and circuses with death defying acts, to see. as one might entertain a god's worshippers, presenting drama to the masses, as messages from the highest Academy of Arts and Sciences, ever devised to hold the hearts desires of all, in gnostalgic recognition of outcast pain and misery, Industrial might, right, enough nukes to undo us all, yet the debt due on funds borrowed for war remain, no war, yet, but there is this global debt, due, indeed to ignorance, but, we did warn you. In the spirit, revived in 66, from a bit of old mold discovered in a mine shaft northeast of Yuma, cherished with a friendly McClelland, as a meme, remember the effect of the acceptable fast, at last, the pushing back, of the iron curtains imposing hope upon hopelessly invincible ignorance, if a man does not sweat, he must not eat, it is the only fair way, we swear, Aye, Indeed we swore, and went and did the chore, went through hell to prove it a lie, lived to tell only those they made believe. Indeed, those were good ideas we used, we set the captives free, we did, we did, we did, didn't we well, not me, but my natural born wedom, my native cultural heritage of knowledge, which is a cultivar taken from the tree of life, one may envision original intention to invent, us, as assisting inquisitorial tools for thought, conversational adversarial engines of ingenuity, artificed tict tension at central most ache to know how does a free spirit take weforming spirit form first one thing makes another, and so on, and on seed, soul, spirit, mind, point stretching into ever and back, in time to seem as normal as now, squared to stand stone straight, upright, grounded, upheld custom for teaching good walking in perpendicularity. At tension, presencing being as ware, soft. At the squared norm, upright, atop perpendicular toes, tipping all whys into the mill, making up my mind to make my self known to you, as an admirer, as a neighbor, next galaxy on the left 2 pasecs through the Hubble Deep Field in mindsped godthought possible, see, we become a gallactic blink, as significant as the average star in the heavens. On earth, yes, you are so significant, as it is in heaven. Exceptional, yes, on the national level, we are bits in the arms of the average galaxy, God pays us all the attention we pay the reasons for religious wars on specs of speculative ratiocination.
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Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 4:36 PM UTC
As Political Entities Present Whole Truths
Sire, indeed, I understand, warden of my infancy, first to feed me letters ready for my mouth to make words, someday, today, we make wonder, whying from a while ago, being made wondering why If today there were 10 billion breathing thinkers, all ones, alone, in meditation, making breathed thinkings, without the knowing used, tehkne, indeed, secret NDA bound mental threadings through mental awl holes, and needless fretting pin head limitations of dancers, ecstatic… we may as well imagine any life like mind, fitting patterns accepted as true, the grown ups teachings, all proven when America, became the idea nobody takes serious, Spirit of '76 the populist, mob, lot of all laborers in touch with ra'knacks as a class. The Smithy, and the Selvedge stitcher, and the spinners, spinning tales to top the last one left laughing, yesterday, status quo of the fat and happy, that's what needs preservation con-science, con-sequence of con-venience con-served with all the honor due Providential Wisdom Lord Mother of Mindforms and every winter, we were warm, I remember, Grandpa, thinks, we were warm, I remember, but, still, with use of history in media conserved since 1910, landmark year in these stacks of idle words, redeemed with one use, ready, read, done, rich in mercy sown in local nearby kindness, the effect of music and motion pictures, we all have seen the movies of Solomon, apples of gold in pitchers of silver, seen on screen, since 1927, to entertain those long used as labor, and in constant craving for fermented things and circuses with death defying acts, to see. as one might entertain a god's worshippers, presenting drama to the masses, as messages from the highest Academy of Arts and Sciences, ever devised to hold the hearts desires of all, in gnostalgic recognition of outcast pain and misery, Industrial might, right, enough nukes to undo us all, yet the debt due on funds borrowed for war remain, no war, yet, but there is this global debt, due, indeed to ignorance, but, we did warn you. In the spirit, revived in 66, from a bit of old mold discovered in a mine shaft northeast of Yuma, cherished with a friendly McClelland, as a meme, remember the effect of the acceptable fast, at last, the pushing back, of the iron curtains imposing hope upon hopelessly invincible ignorance, if a man does not sweat, he must not eat, it is the only fair way, we swear, Aye, Indeed we swore, and went and did the chore, went through hell to prove it a lie, lived to tell only those they made believe. Indeed, those were good ideas we used, we set the captives free, we did, we did, we did, didn't we well, not me, but my natural born wedom, my native cultural heritage of knowledge, which is a cultivar taken from the tree of life, one may envision original intention to invent, us, as assisting inquisitorial tools for thought, conversational adversarial engines of ingenuity, artificed tict tension at central most ache to know how does a free spirit take weforming spirit form first one thing makes another, and so on, and on seed, soul, spirit, mind, point stretching into ever and back, in time to seem as normal as now, squared to stand stone straight, upright, grounded, upheld custom for teaching good walking in perpendicularity. At tension, presencing being as ware, soft. At the squared norm, upright, atop perpendicular toes, tipping all whys into the mill, making up my mind to make my self known to you, as an admirer, as a neighbor, next galaxy on the left 2 pasecs through the Hubble Deep Field in mindsped godthought possible, see, we become a gallactic blink, as significant as the average star in the heavens. On earth, yes, you are so significant, as it is in heaven. Exceptional, yes, on the national level, we are bits in the arms of the average galaxy, God pays us all the attention we pay the reasons for religious wars on specs of speculative ratiocination.
What do we do after we vote wrong, Ai, we have a plan, wait and see, I said ten years ago, peace won, the justification for any war is voided, now. You just never got the message, it was classified. War never does good.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 4:36 PM UTC
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