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As sudden as can be, just now, in standard conscious weform sensible thinking word form subtle cunning mere wisdom reform from what we took to bed last night, from what we ate and drank and breathed long easy breaths, logic static steady humms, as ifs what we who use words without accompaniment from surrounding flow through narrowed clogged arteries, at scale make zoom out, and breathe slowly holding each a while Earth as the Pearl of Worth we must see in a weform I am, we are, we were apriori holding certain truths precepts essential epi posited opposites just as certain the good a fruiting body does, imagine San Juaquin in bloom, rolling down from Tehachapi past Buttonwillow, in the spring the whole valley smells of fruits to come, breathe and believe the world would feed us, it will even feed our fearful machines, the stockades our feed lots demanded to feed our blooming towns those visionary Daedalus models of genius enginif-icacy, genie co-ifs since seeing is believing when what we see is what we think, words and birds fly by cry announcing a presence state of mind, anow, we leave go the surly bands of soil, root and branch, exhale, a new used experience practically imaginable any space where quiet fills the time.
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Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
Take Today For An Instance
As sudden as can be, just now, in standard conscious weform sensible thinking word form subtle cunning mere wisdom reform from what we took to bed last night, from what we ate and drank and breathed long easy breaths, logic static steady humms, as ifs what we who use words without accompaniment from surrounding flow through narrowed clogged arteries, at scale make zoom out, and breathe slowly holding each a while Earth as the Pearl of Worth we must see in a weform I am, we are, we were apriori holding certain truths precepts essential epi posited opposites just as certain the good a fruiting body does, imagine San Juaquin in bloom, rolling down from Tehachapi past Buttonwillow, in the spring the whole valley smells of fruits to come, breathe and believe the world would feed us, it will even feed our fearful machines, the stockades our feed lots demanded to feed our blooming towns those visionary Daedalus models of genius enginif-icacy, genie co-ifs since seeing is believing when what we see is what we think, words and birds fly by cry announcing a presence state of mind, anow, we leave go the surly bands of soil, root and branch, exhale, a new used experience practically imaginable any space where quiet fills the time.
A good habit is an old good idea, Kintsugi bowls filled with strawberries.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
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