My time, existing while others struggle, my life has passed thus far, with little efforting on my part, low ambition,
what good can I do beautiful nets, Arpa to Darpa, through my time,
crossing all faith's propagation lines, living long, on a single strand that ties all things in mindtimespace.
our jointed articulated mind frame with windows, the old … mindshare bubbles in bubbles paradigm;
William Blake painted his visions but failed to make plain the lies he believed, because all are cloaked in the grand cloud of all no one needed to know,
until our eyes ^ 10x'd Galileo's and Newton' s up and down, and around and around, we twisted, till the sun shined through…
did that ever really happen to you, or did you see it at a drive in, with an easy girl, every body knew, knew the drill, an easy lady later made famous,
after a series of booms in economic terms, good pay working on future warfare, nobody could afford, until, somebody
ran the numbers, attention value, glimpse the ox, that gets it going, all the way to the ride,
But where is the bull that was that ox, in a previous purpose?
Soon the whole novel forms around the initial point... pastless state in mind
Twice in the hall. Lose it. Felt like permanent. Scold. Grass keeps the air cool, like matte. Perhaps crawl. So enthralled. Liking it, lose it all again. Over. A corpse chiming with ideas. Chiming only to finest, hideous. Hideous. More hideous.
If something good happens, Don't ask why or how. Just enjoy it and accept it now. Because you never know When something bad will happen. And when it does, Don't ask why or how. You can do that later. Now is the time to deal with it And heal from it.
