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minutes wasted watching new persuasions souring convincing arguments, rhetorical contestants pitching sound bites and blurbs… Earthian watchers sit quiet. World stage, all accept any role. All expect daily bread and easy tests. Thinking if all those actively opposing using clear common good sense, no bogus science the use of exectutive authority locally, we are using believe as the verb, action here, at once, we in an agreeform that makes beliefs facts… zoom out, take and look, take and use colloquial subconscientific impression, Earth whole, a very costly photo taken as free, you see granted us all under constant instituted biological functionality and usefulness laws, ethical stores of mores and lesses held true where by weights and measures are kept, sacrosanct things we believe we see SETI code exemption nodes, brains born with Shelly Berman humor moral insensitivities equivalency cert "Spinach, right there, on your bicuspid." Arbitrary decision possibility never considered, then we all laughed if off, now look what are your private default mode cycles doing while you wonder if this is a waste of some better mind, used to be imaginable as ours, we form information known shown worth, no time is lost time sought for, all time is used in reflecting get it, general value open market, init ----------------------------------- got a second? So, reader, there is an off ramp, about twice the price as getting off here… but it ends with these lines, as in these days we do magic in lines bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today. Watcher, what of the night? - same most days All is peace as yet the night is half a day away, or more, as all our days are minutes more each morning earlier each evening later, this time of year cold dark night winds, wet with dew sweat dried from working class few who continue duty as background custodians, ever holding imbedded motion picture emotional reminders, Kit Carson, childhood role model-- bind these phylacteries between figurative eyes literally blinded by eye service attesting right use of holy gnosis as old as first known towb beauty, seen, even in mind, alone, beauty is reason enough to go on, ra' make more beauty, as peace, felt sense, scent as from blossums in Canyon de Chelly - evoke tears, the scent - knowledge of beauty - and adversity, so more alive - than knowledge of good and evil… peach blossums, sum of all fears, evoked memory banks for war stores, whys Kit Carson, childhood role model-- -- he burned the ancient peaches now he has streets named after him reminding old mourning grieving broken spirits wailing at the memory from the blossums on a breeze used, to leave be gone, days unbeknownst worths sought to revalue uses of all lost time ever sought lost wills and tested mental umph or oomph, try and try and try again, if once you know you have seen it done, you have known the value placed once on a dime, imagined, designed, curiously, as magic as mythos allows allusions to, without the mythos behind the artists logic, the worth, the weight of a symbol conveyed, "Whose image and superscription is this?" My dime's a magic Rockefeller dime. Family heirloom in a local once 1916 Silver Dime Liberty, the spirit's image for art's sake, what's that thought causal agency granted symbolic worth, free to wonder if it does make sense when one of my kind, grows old and unproductive, a useless thinker, thinking next common value worth estimation offered puts it in scale, one nine billionth, times you adding a step, on from off, but stepping on, not instep, onstep one, we in step reformed a higher perspective, the edge is farther, the bottom is, too. Look at us, thinking. Look at us remembering seeing Earth, the lifeship storing all life's reasons, in one system of time and gravity free, no fee for knowing, pay me, sahib, I say fi phi spinning an attempt at peace foes call impossible, no place in space and time, for such a mind as we may imagine a ****** stupid reason for war, called for, to confirm certain core teachings etched into heart tables during long hours in prayer and fasting, all nighters coding concepts into precepts. Morning, Sunshine, Sing it Donovan, Ai my life in Southern California, easy on so many levels, each step consciously aware for the first time in my slightly luckier life than average I know februarius mensis means "month of purification," - spring cleaning chore install must have made some social sense, as lent is said to in High Church Circles. As the hermit with the mind of Christ, and the abiding promises as truth's used to make the peace I abide within, stretched freely in all directions from a made up point, once, my story starts from, daily, and so on, spanning decades, in leaps, saccades, laughing good medicine, good mokus, bon chance, lucidity preventing stumbling, smooth operator, tumbling concentration, delving deep into mind as defined, discerned, sorted shall we say, mind is the medium in which words work, we say mind me, and we, polymental poets perceive our training draining virtues from us, during precept to perception recogitations, we receive our self exception, you be you, me, me. We, be this third mind in the bubble, not mine, nor thine but ours, and ours alone, nothing in here but us, boss ain't nowhere to be found, go look 'round. We perceive access to more information indexed using persistent Y2K hardened information timestamp metadata cross coded with GPS and wind mapping, alrighty, then. Cohere. The Jim Carrey ringtone, signifying Dadaist style cost to get it, probably a joke. Medicine. Fixative for flakey excrement used to plaster cells in an Irish prison I saw documented, once. I---------------------------- in the novel, it is Roosevelt on the dime. but, not on the ones used to improve the historical face of John D. Rockefeller, genuine business school role model, with entire character development courses, generating Masters Theses every three minutes, vertical supply chain lobster stacking driven one-up-manship, longer vessles wille zur Machts, navel prognosis, floating point level like Bucky on my brain, reset Classified conformation confirming faith con-science, with acknowledged uses now reasoning inquiry into the most subtil query old men pose Why at all, why anything, unless big reality holds all the others accountible, what is the meaning of this, is any curio aware watcher, old and good for nothing, just filling a role, NPC, looks like a lot of people, invisible, mostly, after 75. These we use to keep the peace, easy gig. I imagine joy on a warm February day is and is timeless, instances one may say, should all my days be like this one as well as being as this was, like no other. In the little things, you always notice that you noticed, but always after, ever, once begun, its difficult to weigh time in days. Try this, common internet English, is a current lingua Franca, however, there are tricks letters use, coughing like gh. Ghost double letter effecting F sounds, ghucking phine clean speech minds, niggardly "sordidly parsimonious, stingy," 1560s breadth of bubble diametrics holders on certain long out grown paradigms, old slide shows from the potter's house, revivals of old magic lanterns interpreting shard recitations from broken vessles offered for shame, for blame, for being told to believe, I was born in sin and shaped in iniquity, and only ever met Voltaire, in words he said he might not agree with, while being dead, while he was alive, he invited me to converse with him, in story, as any may imagine all are authorized to make up, as any worker with colors paints impressions abstracted with a will to make the joy or dread, bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today.
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Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
Unfinished Day's Worth's Paid Back
minutes wasted watching new persuasions souring convincing arguments, rhetorical contestants pitching sound bites and blurbs… Earthian watchers sit quiet. World stage, all accept any role. All expect daily bread and easy tests. Thinking if all those actively opposing using clear common good sense, no bogus science the use of exectutive authority locally, we are using believe as the verb, action here, at once, we in an agreeform that makes beliefs facts… zoom out, take and look, take and use colloquial subconscientific impression, Earth whole, a very costly photo taken as free, you see granted us all under constant instituted biological functionality and usefulness laws, ethical stores of mores and lesses held true where by weights and measures are kept, sacrosanct things we believe we see SETI code exemption nodes, brains born with Shelly Berman humor moral insensitivities equivalency cert "Spinach, right there, on your bicuspid." Arbitrary decision possibility never considered, then we all laughed if off, now look what are your private default mode cycles doing while you wonder if this is a waste of some better mind, used to be imaginable as ours, we form information known shown worth, no time is lost time sought for, all time is used in reflecting get it, general value open market, init ----------------------------------- got a second? So, reader, there is an off ramp, about twice the price as getting off here… but it ends with these lines, as in these days we do magic in lines bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today. Watcher, what of the night? - same most days All is peace as yet the night is half a day away, or more, as all our days are minutes more each morning earlier each evening later, this time of year cold dark night winds, wet with dew sweat dried from working class few who continue duty as background custodians, ever holding imbedded motion picture emotional reminders, Kit Carson, childhood role model-- bind these phylacteries between figurative eyes literally blinded by eye service attesting right use of holy gnosis as old as first known towb beauty, seen, even in mind, alone, beauty is reason enough to go on, ra' make more beauty, as peace, felt sense, scent as from blossums in Canyon de Chelly - evoke tears, the scent - knowledge of beauty - and adversity, so more alive - than knowledge of good and evil… peach blossums, sum of all fears, evoked memory banks for war stores, whys Kit Carson, childhood role model-- -- he burned the ancient peaches now he has streets named after him reminding old mourning grieving broken spirits wailing at the memory from the blossums on a breeze used, to leave be gone, days unbeknownst worths sought to revalue uses of all lost time ever sought lost wills and tested mental umph or oomph, try and try and try again, if once you know you have seen it done, you have known the value placed once on a dime, imagined, designed, curiously, as magic as mythos allows allusions to, without the mythos behind the artists logic, the worth, the weight of a symbol conveyed, "Whose image and superscription is this?" My dime's a magic Rockefeller dime. Family heirloom in a local once 1916 Silver Dime Liberty, the spirit's image for art's sake, what's that thought causal agency granted symbolic worth, free to wonder if it does make sense when one of my kind, grows old and unproductive, a useless thinker, thinking next common value worth estimation offered puts it in scale, one nine billionth, times you adding a step, on from off, but stepping on, not instep, onstep one, we in step reformed a higher perspective, the edge is farther, the bottom is, too. Look at us, thinking. Look at us remembering seeing Earth, the lifeship storing all life's reasons, in one system of time and gravity free, no fee for knowing, pay me, sahib, I say fi phi spinning an attempt at peace foes call impossible, no place in space and time, for such a mind as we may imagine a ****** stupid reason for war, called for, to confirm certain core teachings etched into heart tables during long hours in prayer and fasting, all nighters coding concepts into precepts. Morning, Sunshine, Sing it Donovan, Ai my life in Southern California, easy on so many levels, each step consciously aware for the first time in my slightly luckier life than average I know februarius mensis means "month of purification," - spring cleaning chore install must have made some social sense, as lent is said to in High Church Circles. As the hermit with the mind of Christ, and the abiding promises as truth's used to make the peace I abide within, stretched freely in all directions from a made up point, once, my story starts from, daily, and so on, spanning decades, in leaps, saccades, laughing good medicine, good mokus, bon chance, lucidity preventing stumbling, smooth operator, tumbling concentration, delving deep into mind as defined, discerned, sorted shall we say, mind is the medium in which words work, we say mind me, and we, polymental poets perceive our training draining virtues from us, during precept to perception recogitations, we receive our self exception, you be you, me, me. We, be this third mind in the bubble, not mine, nor thine but ours, and ours alone, nothing in here but us, boss ain't nowhere to be found, go look 'round. We perceive access to more information indexed using persistent Y2K hardened information timestamp metadata cross coded with GPS and wind mapping, alrighty, then. Cohere. The Jim Carrey ringtone, signifying Dadaist style cost to get it, probably a joke. Medicine. Fixative for flakey excrement used to plaster cells in an Irish prison I saw documented, once. I---------------------------- in the novel, it is Roosevelt on the dime. but, not on the ones used to improve the historical face of John D. Rockefeller, genuine business school role model, with entire character development courses, generating Masters Theses every three minutes, vertical supply chain lobster stacking driven one-up-manship, longer vessles wille zur Machts, navel prognosis, floating point level like Bucky on my brain, reset Classified conformation confirming faith con-science, with acknowledged uses now reasoning inquiry into the most subtil query old men pose Why at all, why anything, unless big reality holds all the others accountible, what is the meaning of this, is any curio aware watcher, old and good for nothing, just filling a role, NPC, looks like a lot of people, invisible, mostly, after 75. These we use to keep the peace, easy gig. I imagine joy on a warm February day is and is timeless, instances one may say, should all my days be like this one as well as being as this was, like no other. In the little things, you always notice that you noticed, but always after, ever, once begun, its difficult to weigh time in days. Try this, common internet English, is a current lingua Franca, however, there are tricks letters use, coughing like gh. Ghost double letter effecting F sounds, ghucking phine clean speech minds, niggardly "sordidly parsimonious, stingy," 1560s breadth of bubble diametrics holders on certain long out grown paradigms, old slide shows from the potter's house, revivals of old magic lanterns interpreting shard recitations from broken vessles offered for shame, for blame, for being told to believe, I was born in sin and shaped in iniquity, and only ever met Voltaire, in words he said he might not agree with, while being dead, while he was alive, he invited me to converse with him, in story, as any may imagine all are authorized to make up, as any worker with colors paints impressions abstracted with a will to make the joy or dread, bright or dark, novel times, no denoument, nous curio uses. … ever as we live and breathe and think, this is a good thing to do do today.
Practicing the art of time redemption using usually idle words. Bent backwards most click, ai a why they say such a thing... to make a body wonder
#wonder#fill#free
kenpepiton
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kenpepiton
77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
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