#aha
Dear departed ones,
take heed how we recall thee,
we pretend to here have Florenzi
Floresiensis there in ever far away
bare bones, from there-then away
a way where no way was, when the way
when this way, was shown, walk that way
step backwards, walk a mile, then another
Suddenly hear from a friend's ghost memory
Plennie L. Wingo owned a small diner in Abilene, Texas,
but it closed with the onset of the Great Depression…
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plennie_L._Wingo>
Santa Monica to Istanbul - backwards, for a way
to make a living as an actually free to do as I please person,
to make up a mind and say let's imagine we make it a habit.
Each time we wake from sleeping we take up this one mind.
As we put our hat upon our head, same function, thunk.
Verified, because Journalists do that these days, or could,
or should because bogus science [BS] is accruing as we think.
Brrrrrr
Belief relief, as usual, morning right usual do the same old think,
remembering wishing for the tech Flattop had in **** Tracey,
which re act squeezes a sleep charged pair of sprites, pixel
sized shining surficant sticky stuff in the corner of an eye
justly assumt its place in the cloud of witnesses,
June Gloom, Saturday final Spring Soccer matches in May,
and Grandma is driving so Grandpa can stay home and just
figure out what our next move would be if this were just
like an ancient Moqui magic return on investment spent
just making up Moqui mohcus focus at a cadaver, yea, verily.
Pause between lines, be she who first calls wise truth's way.
It's instant instance pressed in presence, thunk, thunk back,
justice police
written exam answer A.
Justice is the end of government.
It is the end of civil society.
It ever has been and ever will be pursued
until it be obtained, or until liberty be lost in the pursuit.
["The Federalist," No. 51]
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=justice>
Happens all the time, lucky memory, lucky me, I did not die.
Okeh, right, Voltaire peeps up, or pipes up, it's unclear,
Define end, to begin the decursive hah aha its essence.
Sigh, hiss… pause… per haps from pursued ones tamed,
good old Happy Days anchored outside Tvland in 1970.
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Did you, ah, yes, of course,
you did or must do coursing
through human events course
corrected after noting lights and
knowing left from right where I am
free from immediate touching me woe.
Free form conscious being thinking I am.
Free formative conscience just using us as
ifs we wondered once when we were here
at once, cohere, coexisting in time and space
as discharged idle time wasted fretting what
does not immediately **** us, is not good suicide.
We know the constancy of clouds, we sang
in the sunshine, we had every day, a way to be
come and see the fields of wasted dreaming,
fretfree jazz on a Bluebear B flute, in an empty
Fishnet Factory, Khai Vinh, Judges all arise
absolving all aspirants to crowns of laurel,
freely giving granted gracious sakes alive
certainty to insure proper service, ienai
adaptive island miniaturization factualization
Stegadons and little people, first hold that
thought, what's a stegadon, that's a tiny elephant.
Who imagined stegasaurus? Who has seen the bones?
Who knew how long ago stories were used to cohere us?
Who knows Kerouac would drool for tools such as these?
Teletype rolls he wished for.
Full-size Newsprint rolls have we,
Denim if you wisht it or pulp paper, should we agree
ask any competitive creative AI to present this whole
Instant true seeking active think I can, embedded,
correspond cor stor activate prethunk precept set free…
From no blame on me
I have not taken
remains real
to blame me
with grace
mistaken as granted
as the place or real estate to
which I aspired as we become old and done.
Point taken or made, occurs to those who take it.
Here, in my hand-me-down Costco Leather Chair
from a distance, through a tiny hole whole gnosis IT
camera obscura cures the morning dews away, it is
another day alive in the sphere of all I settled for.
Real life, magic fingers, little letters in all kinds of lets
act as real as ever has been imagined we may act a we,
as is reactualized earlier, we became information holders
holding certain truth's self-evidently and thus, undefined.
Ends, loose, like Moqui Marbles, whose idea were these?
Opinions,
Options,
Obligation
to whom, whose wind is in whose sails, whose time's
awastin' what iffin' a wonder if we didn't once more.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
spin the other way, get another day seeming self aware,
on earth as it may seem any other time I am as so aware,
I think, Cartesian, slam dunk,
on point, quickill ready
I am set
to respond I am
to the least little hint
of hedonism advertised,
to religiously rethink the da'ath towb ra, deception,
perceived, as near as any claim
to know, deception
redemption, be not deceived,
implies holding wholy owned reception, once, aha,
I know, no way, this was ever wrong,
I know, so way too easy
to think, the old man doesn't
I know, Imogene was thinking
as she waited
behind the door
with that framer's hammer
in her hand, and I know
she nailed that old boy, and
got herself lobotomized,
so ****** or
peace
from a pipe, blown
into the wind,
my friend,
we leveled the floor and the **** puddled
in the middle, so we learned a hard truth,
adversarially opposing the circle
of logic,
using logos
to prove logic. .. spins
off the ends
of the galactic bars…
in mobius dual loop back to earlier,
when you forgot you did this twice.
Spin logic...
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
Esoteric, Edgar Cayce, yes,
a memory, a version, no known
reason weighing needful
to be told, proven, try
umphed past
to when now
becomes original intention,
to mention the crew involved
in building the stack of words
spelling all many ancient tales attest
as real significant events, once upon
this very point, where this many angels
once danced in tunes attempting to prove
the pastlessness of certain points
in time.
Jun 29, 2024
Jun 29, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
A novel situation, for a story to live for or in
ever,
forever and inever are aspects of ever never
actually
thought through.
Ever being as ever was, now,
all together
This is where it gets crazy…
cut to the chase, and nobody is chasing…
Do you truly believe there is a lie so big that
no one can ever unbelieve it
alone?
Do ya, hunh, do ya? Wanna bet?
Could get hairy,
could get… you know
***** humus- dirt us,
we a we here. All the outs been let in free,
we got shelter
from our storm.
Yeh. L'il Abner, cloud, no, "Big Chief Rain-in-the-face"
wasn't that funny,
back when they had the Shakespeare Riots, first
but not last,
time Feds fired on citizens pledged to allegiance,
in states of
professionally tested rebellion,
to keep the meek assured their inheritance is safe,
until the end,
when nobody is sure what to expect.
So, we lower your interest rate on entertainment.
Attention spans as short as fifteen seconds, with
seven seconds eye on target verified,
by snapsnapsnap monoclapping app-lause trigger…
those seven seconds are treasure,
lemme tell y'gotta listen,
we ain't got long,
AI AI AI its all artistic intuition absolutely insane,
in that good Steve Jobs insane way,
insanely great, the feeling
you get when you stand in the tenth floor comode
and flush it, swoosh, swirl caresses
flow between
your rusting toes,
in your mind, only in your mind, your industrial
disneyfied mind, crossed with an imagined
Turing machine, with a Von Neuman perpetuating
glandular mod on the cannabinoid system,
plus acid. Seedtime, harvest or
seed
time
harvest round and round for a few loops,
leaning into the plane
of existence,
to be with you, for your reading pleasure,
we offer fully flexible
futures, one day at a time,
no Westworld AI wu wu - we way cooler than allathat
Vitamin D, 2-d, thathathat is you to me, you are
my sunshine,
lemme see y'shine.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC
I reached inside myself and found
My friend there to ease the
Pressure of my ever worrying mind*
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Lyrics from : “The Sun Always Shines on TV”
A-ha
1985
Written by Pal Waaktaar
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Sabrina and ****
On my mind
Reading through old convos
Awww
Sweet girl
Your insight inspired me
These tears
Of joy
I only want you to be happy
I’m happy knowing you did what you had to do
For you
Not for me
For you
I love you so much
Always
Will always love you
Simple times
It’s passing like the dart on a summer day it was our time and you weren’t meant to stay
I guess though bro and ****
But u know
I be here
Just here
Ready to take on anything
Want to hear your voice, but I’m patient
Even if I never get to hear it again
I’m patient
dear human
It was more than a relationship
But I mean
It’s always too late
And to easy to regret
In hopes of nothing but a greater now
So much... inside to express
In different ways
If was a connection
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
If we are not proud of something,
Then we would never have said aloud
What it was we did not, do not,
Or will not take pride in,
Refusing recognition
For the humility of a given circumstance.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC