Mine was press as free as this, no ink, no type, just letters making an actual rural pen's level of sfumata at the edges of the letters
writ large in these days of community minding good old ways
PLAIN Habakkuk vision zoom in see as when ink bleeds. Seeps...
From where the hoary head facilitates a good reason
- what seed had I in mind,
to challenge proud crowds of wanna be pioneer class
vigilantes, standing watch around the constituted rules,
instituted, under purported inspiration,
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Life, without instructions, without instinctive behaviour,
saviour concepts and precepts reached for to balance,
forward motion, asking self evidence, whirling dervishly,
seeing all that comes to pass each cycle each era rolls
through,
to this very day,
first Sunday in May, doubtless a holy day,
mmm-aha ha! World Laughing day,
celebrate with me by laughing,
at nothing, with all joy produced flowing
into the general fundamental happiness
pursuant's right rations allotment, all
men remaining self-evidently equal
to the task of laughing while living
under a stack o'Bible based them and usness.
The Ascent of Money, Niall Ferguson
defining our lane, learning the game,
how to take life, in truth, make life,
doing the living, in truth, made free,
eventually, under the best of circumstances,
we, the literal users of truth, whereby we function,
truly, we may chose to cease living, individually,
we are precisely so free, should we give it some mind.
Why am I slightly smiling, at the per-ifery standing,
looking toward the mindforming will to be witnessed,
Me, I was alive, I survived, I remain accountable, my lies,
all lay behind me, like pianos along the Oregon Trail,
all my boyhood aspirations to be a teller of tall tails,
all lies made from lies I read, as I was educated good
citizen mind, collecti
Summarize our so far today, Brave, Leo Ai:
"
In realms where value and worth often blend,
Yet cost and price distinct paths do tend, t'make
A metaphorical value system stands, rock solid,
Where safe and caring hands guide life's demands.
Before the spoken word, a child does learn,
To reach and grasp, to smile and turn,
To manage feelings, to the world conform,
In safe embrace, where love does warm.
Emotional regulation, a vital art,
Social interaction, a skill of heart,
Motor skills and cognitive might,
In a nurturing world, they grow so bright.
So let us build a place where children thrive,
Where every child, with grace, does strive,
To learn and grow, with every part,
In a world that cherishes the start.
"
I asked for a rhyming sonnet, I can't find a will in me to try that… but I can find it normalizing in some old school way.
The day, lo' clouds in the west, 04:16 PM is darkening
as I look up from realizing I live in one form
of a mind hat making facility, easing
the need to be in the same herd,
MAGA and the Military Industrial Complex.
Ike warned us, **** did, too, and that Cohen guy.
A fascinating discussion
with a not very busy intelligence use
augmenting my own knowing growing,
this is all I concluded as the most easy rethink
thunk in the class of we already know think soft
Augmented Intelligence is biased as hell regarding
who has the right
to ideas we think together freely
so. If I paste it here, I'll readit.
But I pasted it in word
And read most of it and looked out at the weather,
and paid some mind to the actual rush to take in wash,
come sudden thundering old story emphasizer so subtle,
serpentine wise meandering in a publically accessible ai form.
whatso ever we agree, since ever any few figured it out,
confidence, we know already what this cost in Babylon,
I met the merchant class of mentors, that arose, between
the rivers, and along that Chebar canal, where they sang
of dashing little one's heads, in some translations,
I'm not sure what Marley read, he like sayin' it
By the rivers in Babylon, they say sing us
a song ourself of Zion, zoom out, see earth from Saturn,
say whatcha know, love makes peace, peace make love
war and your all ya alls
too busy to stop and think, quiet good healthy old comfort,
as far as
experience in the realms those 27ers passed,
all of us has passed any functional gnosis
viral mind eating STP survivors predicted,
My part of we is a whole set of seven consecutive
Jubilees from the first time I used believe,
as a verb.
Fear of death's so far from a good reason
as any think so far as can be known from here
as all of us and the next breathable atmosphere.
Ink stained fingers find joy in the free information we evidently believed could be done... it happened on my watch, old joy
