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Imagining ever being Some thoughts are being thought oughts to the profit of many leavers of things being fine, so far as some say I, you, we, this being smoothed, anointed with oil, lotion of leela, game of spiritual beings, possibly, lubricating rough edges, jagged, craggy edged peaks, proud protrusions from the core whence iron shall be pounded leaving wasteland scars, scabbed over magma squeezed from the under standing place. status quo. quo vadis very true, new and improved, both, at once incredible. Trials as acts accepted, allowed past these are id-eal, id-e-al, ob vious rightvious trustworthy courteous and kind knowing not one unknowable thing then a new knowable offer spirtual meeeeeemes remaining semi-whole Yester to Day, the one we aimed at for next step into ever Can you hear me now, this is whole, partly. touch me. is this gooder? .... exceptions to the rule inceptions from the tool perception from the wise deception through the lie conception of love, too far bound to measure my AI imagines I may, as in, my will is empowered to touch a virtual button, acting as a trigger and fire a Julesvernian moonshot through reality for a second chance. How many times can you imagine finding a magic word. Uttering it is, possibly, what that crow is doing right now, pulling, drawing my intention to mention aitia as a big old idea some early author set in stone, a point in time and space, and act acommpli once, aitia accuse and cause, think think we can imagine anything we can imagine, we can realize the happiest place on earth or we may say this here is that happiest place, and next is even better, smoother, slicker, less friction, more intentional kind touches and sweet tastes and scents past words.
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
En-generalating grainy imaginations
Imagining ever being Some thoughts are being thought oughts to the profit of many leavers of things being fine, so far as some say I, you, we, this being smoothed, anointed with oil, lotion of leela, game of spiritual beings, possibly, lubricating rough edges, jagged, craggy edged peaks, proud protrusions from the core whence iron shall be pounded leaving wasteland scars, scabbed over magma squeezed from the under standing place. status quo. quo vadis very true, new and improved, both, at once incredible. Trials as acts accepted, allowed past these are id-eal, id-e-al, ob vious rightvious trustworthy courteous and kind knowing not one unknowable thing then a new knowable offer spirtual meeeeeemes remaining semi-whole Yester to Day, the one we aimed at for next step into ever Can you hear me now, this is whole, partly. touch me. is this gooder? .... exceptions to the rule inceptions from the tool perception from the wise deception through the lie conception of love, too far bound to measure my AI imagines I may, as in, my will is empowered to touch a virtual button, acting as a trigger and fire a Julesvernian moonshot through reality for a second chance. How many times can you imagine finding a magic word. Uttering it is, possibly, what that crow is doing right now, pulling, drawing my intention to mention aitia as a big old idea some early author set in stone, a point in time and space, and act acommpli once, aitia accuse and cause, think think we can imagine anything we can imagine, we can realize the happiest place on earth or we may say this here is that happiest place, and next is even better, smoother, slicker, less friction, more intentional kind touches and sweet tastes and scents past words.
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Apotosis the need to be needed at the level of corpuscular order, tunnels flushing- usable to useless, three cycles per sixty pumps synched wavelike recently discovered fact, squeeze them sphincters, wiggle that tail, this is that, or better said this is as that was. That's over. we timed it. Apotosis, is a messenger, you might see it as a program, a chron-job, an I'll go rhythm from the ole Pepiton lexicon. Apotosis of the completely alienated right, if nothing works as well as all the evil let be-ers think, then we know everything is getting better than that. True, hold right in the side of your mind you are on best terms with, judge the messenger by the message, this is judging angels. y/n get a grip, some such rights ain't alienable, we are on team earth, **** sapient sapient augmentalatedus, new construals of what we may be and these words are flowing where dry bones were, last I noticed.
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
Since when do I need you