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Even when I reak of garlic,
you still kiss me.
And you hate garlic.
Clarifying failed. Spelchek is not on strike.

{clear ification, an ionic bond be tween me and thee,
alienated mind not mined crafted
beyond chess 1980's era
proceed with caution. This trope has trapped many a curious child.

A grandfather who taught their uncle chess so well that he went to the state tournament in Kayenta,
and a grandma who was
these now must learn

minecraft on x-box to be considered
for the real life role of

good at games grand parents
from the time right after atom bombs kicked up dust
places dust had not been in a very long time and
as the dust began to settle

some dust mights was cationic. They became embedded in the code, just a string of code

like a twisted boll of Pima cotton thread,
that I pulled from an old sweatshirt
to tie a crow feather in this paho of words filled with old jokes

Making this clear would belie the entire story AI and I know true}

truth is. we agree. no capsokehspaceasneededcommasetal.
caps okeh space as needed commas et al
Did that work? That line

subject of this act fact done, agree to follow,
and I may lead and be

not you, me, dear reader, I mean first true

there is no any if nothing is. So simple some say itsublime beyond the spectrum of ones
and zeros thought on off probably

either or any time time can be accounted for

wouldn't you take a

thought,  nothing,
as it is commonly said to be understandable,

the state of not being, imagine that

the state of not being we negate in being,
unless you are mad and are lost in a whirlwind
such as such voices have been said to

have twisted into threads as
wicks for our lamps
turn floating on
golden oil twisting
wickered into wickering wee shadow fibers
on the western wall for legends to sprout from.

Wickering mare over there, expands us both by my hearing her
you had no idea she was near enough to hear
time is no barrier in actual ever.
What phor can contain me,
whispered my whimsy

Imagine she spoke, what would she say for what reason
would she say

good good good, I feel good, ha, I am right, by accident. ever body feel this good.

good is good.
good is.
Sam Harris, agrees, good as far as good goes is good in every vecter from now

the terrain does exist, beyond the moral landscape, to

true true
trust me, I been there. Been there done that was inserted into the vernacular on my watch, first summer post war.

matter must not matter as much to me as it does to thee, nestypass? no se?

All jewish boys have chess move metaphors.
(a phor is for containing,
bearing meta,
everybody knows, like metaphysics,
after physics in the stack of stackable metadata)

OHMYGOD THE IDW circa 2018 -- who knew I ate this **** up?

[the old code calls for excretion of digested material from which meaning has been extracted in the idleword accounting processor:
<pre>what if utterance=**** then shithap no else then</pre>]

Did that happen? One of my friends told me that happened in Florida, the whole world turned to ****... for lack of a nail a kingdom was lost, they say, little foxes

Pre-expandable ROM, not magic. tech,

pre-infinite imagination? impossible. and nothing is what is impossible with good as ***.

Is there no perfect game? is the game the session or the life of the userofflinererererererererererereroxtocin

the game was reset. We

kunoon albania omerta oy vey, who could say? one way better, one way not? quark.

yes. but mo'ons of other something must have been for higgs to ever matter

and it does, I got commas, from 2018.

Are you with me? This is that book I told you I had access…

You or some mind other than mine owned mind, where
my owned peace rests in truth,

otherwise, I know every any or else in the code since I can recall, in time

if this were a test I swore to take to prove to you
the we can be me in your head

phillipkdicktated clue

if you don't know me by now, maybe we should stop.

Temptations are times. Time things. Time spans, yeah, like bridges

or portals, right The Internet in One Day, Fred Pryor Resources, Wu'wuchim 1995.

Ever, not everish or everistic or every, but ever
body knows,
but you.

Catch up. We left all our doors blown off, once we learned that we could blow our own doors off,

there are no open sesames or slips of leth or sibylets

shiba yah you knew all along there was asong she sang all one and we watched it morph
before our very eyes


The magic stories words may contain, may bear, we must agree

more than we may know, by faith

be und sein sind both trueture same tu you, we agree. But. Lock here, no pre 2018 editing codes

validate past last go.
Do one good thing today. That was my goal. Today https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton Part 3 Soyal Hopi Mystery Enactment (called mystery plays). And the intro to Moral Landscape by Sam Harris, led me let ******* write a poem.
Kerri 1d
Sometimes I wonder
if the smile I gave you
is long gone
or do you keep it in your pocket and put it on from time to time
in the darkness of the night
You’d ask what life’s greatest gift is
You’d ask what the most precious kiss is

When moonlight dances upon your skin;
when an empire chose you to win.
It is the fall of man as we know,
it is a cherry blossom petal storm.

You’d ask me what I see
You’d ask me to believe

I see stardust walking in the streets,
feet that dance for the weak.
Mother nature blesses your soul,
let this one the world's happiness hold.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic, standing before me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

What do I see, what do I see?
Magic coursing through me,
it is in your blood, your bones.

Grow as old as ancient trees,
be as weary as tales of old—
would my paradise be less? No.

Roar your battle cry against all gods,
be the devil itself—
would my ecstasy be less? No.

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is written in stone, your name
It is a wonder, tip to toe, your name

It is a ballad, a musical soaring to the sun.

You are the most priceless war, a cruel love
You are the demon in us all, a cruel love

I’d want nothing less; I’d expect nothing less.

Your name, your name
Your name, your name
When I look up at the sky late at night,
I see nothing but the half smiling moon,
and the little power stars
gleaming at me.
It makes me think
what life would be without darkness.
At night and when you are sleeping,
I can see you bare in all of your skin and all the flaws that make you human.
I trace circles of flesh and rainbows in bruises;
Every scar and scratch,
Every flourishing freckle,
Everything that makes you, you.

There’s a kaleidoscope of veins that cascade colourful fractions of your heart into mine.
Every boorish blue and radiant red,
Every drop of your waterfall of thoughts from inside your head,
Everything that makes me love you like I do.

And yet part of me wants to fully engulf you, so you’re not simply just ***** but so you, like I become truly infatuated.
I want to smooth out that frown like a crumpled piece of paper.
Every heavy sigh and weighty wonder,
Every restriction that dampens your day,
Everything that reduces that part of you who,
Takes that light bulb moment and creates a projection of the most beautiful smile in all of creation;
And proposes a sentiment of love for my eyes to lap up, and up until our demise.
Luna Jay Dec 11
I love the smell of the rain.
Love feeling the release of pain.
Love feeling creative- love creating.
Can’t explain.

Love breaks my heart,
The world falls apart.
Feeling alone, but not set in stone,
Deserving a fresh start.

I’m immaculate with words,
I’m not standing with the herds.
Standing on my own two feet.
Anything else would be absurd.

I wonder where I’ll be,
I wonder what I’ll see.
In a land of grand disappointment,
I’m playing make believe.
kiran goswami Dec 10
" Short stories to make you fall asleep. " Typed the insomniac.
After 15 minutes ...
" Where are grandma's fairytales? "
The kid inside her wondered.
aj Dec 9
I'm at a loss

but I'm not confused

for the stars are attached to too many truth's

I wanna look up

but can't bring myself to

what if I see something?

something other than you
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