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When stories of scars told in one town, become this legend in the next, retold to grow on, even as we listen and find it told a better way, So  long ago we know, so long now, nobody knows, stories be told to comfort, none should be used to frighten, or terrorize in the darkness, true, holy terror first we can recall, or was that in a movie? Maybe Fantasia, when you were three. When was a way to make a tie to an instant to which our social entities loosely anchor, global Disneyification, animating old devils, using Voltaire's rule for adult conversations, define the terms, regarding evil for good, about Nuclear War, at the final judgement of us all, my side submits the work of Annie Jacobsen, and offers the next 72 minutes to a journey *a parsa, in contemplation at least that long, through a story thought after knowing a minute's worth of ever after, once one is old enough, the trouble one causes, when one dies, shan't change history, the kids could make it from here. * A parsa is a distance walkable in 72 minutes. 72 minutes is how long it takes for human influence on the future to be unthinkable, for 30 thousand years… after the first launch of a nuke from anywhere, really. No nation ever wins nuclear war.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC
In Sudden Real Life
When stories of scars told in one town, become this legend in the next, retold to grow on, even as we listen and find it told a better way, So  long ago we know, so long now, nobody knows, stories be told to comfort, none should be used to frighten, or terrorize in the darkness, true, holy terror first we can recall, or was that in a movie? Maybe Fantasia, when you were three. When was a way to make a tie to an instant to which our social entities loosely anchor, global Disneyification, animating old devils, using Voltaire's rule for adult conversations, define the terms, regarding evil for good, about Nuclear War, at the final judgement of us all, my side submits the work of Annie Jacobsen, and offers the next 72 minutes to a journey *a parsa, in contemplation at least that long, through a story thought after knowing a minute's worth of ever after, once one is old enough, the trouble one causes, when one dies, shan't change history, the kids could make it from here. * A parsa is a distance walkable in 72 minutes. 72 minutes is how long it takes for human influence on the future to be unthinkable, for 30 thousand years… after the first launch of a nuke from anywhere, really. No nation ever wins nuclear war.
What good does it do to point out facts, such as the reason people perish or destroy the knowledge once used to make slaves, overseers and owners, of everything children are taught to lust for.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC
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