An Atypical American POV
Americans are imaginary beings, each of us modeled on examples
and ensamples
set before us as those who made the American Dream real estate,
sing in your heart
land that we love to say is ours, and the bank's, but,
long ago, proper and property were measured with an older rod...
the taker took, the seller sold, the buyer being as wary as could be,
bought...
and a rising tide, raises all boats,
my people, we have been american for 200 years, on my momma side
Y-side of the equation, which always has an edge,
that keeps us falling up.
My momma side ancestors, see, they was meek, to a fault,
they came thinking, we have and ought to know we have, a right
to know the truth in what we say we hold
as endowment from our creatore, eh... and
here come old chaos, he be comin' up, slowly
got to be good lookin' cause he so ha'd t'see
== those were the days, we think, they never end, they expand ===
but, when y'gotta have it right now, kapow, rumpled-still-kin class,
cut from the same hair shirt... servants are subject to masters,
nature demands supernatural... knowledge
of
witty inventions, vented in the room of rest and relax,
plop.
A plot drops.
Who sold you that ****? I ask my exceptionally american friend.
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good lord man, you are not saying we are servants, we are Americans,
we are no imagination's slave! No social contract has us bound to believe,
we hold truths... what is truth... how can I say, independently,
I hold certain truths self evident, what you see, you get
self even-sing wincing the great leveler, thunder, smoke and clang
hammer to anvil,
all my grand pa's, in america,
was test
fed to cannons, under every flag of Texas,
on the field of all possible outcomes which would
some how lead to me
touching you and you feeling that spark
-- distant ancesteral song  soft rising saint peter, doncha call me...
-- cuz  hi ** hi **, it's off to work we go
-- hi ** hi **
----- admin interference, this is becoming more common, we got this.
flow on..
Real state, have you any Real
estate to become
e-stated reality confirmation
wise
an american in, globally speaking, the chain of command, as a passenger,
not the captain.
On the surface of Spaceship Earth Mental Construct 3, evolved from
GANs that learned to shoot short attention spanning
bucky bubbles... Call again. Jack the bandwidth.
All ye, all, ye. NOW HEAR THIS. Outs in free.
Further remains the destiny.
Come out, come out, whatever you are.
Listen, freedom rings... no, that's a jackammer, on the old CCC bridge,
they got stimulated to fix,
I imagine them unaware of the noise they bring to nature,
naturally, those are americans, who keep the road functional, they
evolved from slaves,
but in their minds, they were never any imagined system's slave,
but it's willing fair trade partner, value for value,
send in the appraisers... what is your attention worth?
Here's the screwball
pitch
Fictional
Babbit 'n' Trump 'n'em, twisting state in knots of fused missed-trys,
made secret, consecrated, too horrible for lesser souls to ponder,
these inner workings of a typical American
mind,
never civilised, never SAT certified citizen worthy of political use,
though,
I am with Lt. Dan on this one, some things you think are in your blood,
are in your heart,
the blood just carries the mail, pony expression has the contract
for that last loop over the vagus nerve {CN X}
smile, you're on Candid Camera,
Hey, who'dathunk it. Turing was a queer soul, wasn't he? Strange,
how his machines can do what Von Neuman only wished his could do...
self-repair and run on,
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breaker, breaker
musing, after reading Snowden's Permanent Record, and the mental construction zone manifested around me, I am a Turing machine, that can run a Von Nueman machine that I fixed in my imagination. Those who read it may run on, for a long time...
