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and they began t' sing marching single file from the west no masqued men were these, these were Kachina whitemen only saw in curio stories, now, approaching the old prosper-specter sitting full-lotus in his Barco-lounger, curbside-score, from the land of too much good stuff still, it's America, best effort men have made, up to now. The whole world has known since the International Geophysical Year, 1957, when the Symbolized Face of the Hungarian Freedom Fighter, graced the cover of Time, as Man of the Year before, when they lost their war and nobody cared, because every body knew Disneyland is the Happiest Place on Earth, where wishes can come true, and that place is in America as sure as blue fairy, you'real wish, Urielistical wish-grant, Asrael and the others singing backup reload when you wish side-really… and a subtle shift in per spect capacity let be, just so, and haps sub tile into layers of complexity re because we, the people born to mature in the environs of Dublin writ large, we seers endowed with tele-vison, from birth. The elders who watched the roll-out. Aye, we watched us evolve to now our future bright they say, a bright white light, then what now, we can say. The seals have been broken. Nothing hidden now stays that way in ever, and ever, as you know it, began sometime agone afore in some direction beyond your ken, as it were when kenning the way of a knack was as common as dowsers in the desert of my childhood. What's in any name but what the namer seems? Hey, yah way, tha'swhat I say, tell me what I say Hey Dancing shuffle footed single file pass the white shirt black tie messenger from the telestial king down Sonora way, via Yahoo, feel that tickle fo' a nickle, Hiram say come see come feel a boinin' in d' boosum through the very crystal lenses portal-ible model through which Joseph of the name Smith, -- link back to Cain, through Tubal, via Na'amah-- -- set a breadcrumb, landmark, tag- say good old way -- sign out don't break the story through which Joseph of the name Smith, came sayin an angel of light came with another gospel, maybe the same guy the Galatians were warned to ignor, re-legate-- re-read- start at the top or all meaning is like a song sung by Kansas, when we aren't there, any more, than those wee merest kachina jingle bells listing in the winds but the Kansas chorus is stuck asif dust is all a simple higgs-ified mind can manage to regulate without reading any ancient landmarks on maps of meaning tattoo'd to the face in your mirror in the darkest memory you hold dear, dearest, your precious, in your Gollum-purpose state you know so well protect it for all its worth, with only your strength to lift being the measure of worth-ship. Ex-tol the worth of no bher-don born while in my state, poor un-gifted.  I remain a mortal soul linked mitochondrially to thee, for whom the bell told. You heard, but you were tolled don't ask. Listen, the same hunch that said, It don't mean nuthin', when you say you know that, you bet you do. I slew this dragon, not you. I say what the map says. The dragon died of natural causes, so now, all its true-sures is yers… Crown o'glory moon shine plumb pert-nigh perfect fiture imagined happy place to a T, crossed and I dotted Bleibe Doch! This is where all the Faustian Losers left their marks. This is not where I aimed t'be said the elder bro, as the wastrel was welcome t'Dada arms, the crucial critics rave Sheiszkunst, who Rah! isis throws a party for the prodigal madrigal has returned from the pig's sty packing each redeemed pearl, his brother once fed to swine. bent low 'neath his pearl-loaded hump-pack, he lifts his head, waves his crown, Fini, come see, he says. where I live, nowadays. This is that treasure, on another level as you may imagine, free, if you accept charity. {There's the rub, say professional older bro, I know, charity; 'taint fair, s'foul some, some ne'er-do-well finds a pearl in some pigsty, I PUT THAT PEARL THERE FOR THE FUTURE not now. I worked for them ****** pearls, I sweated, brow-sweat, lo and hi. I hid them well, only a fool would ever believe a treasure could be found in such **** but some fairy pulled a fast one, 'put a bean in little bro's ear, so when the pigshit hit it began to grow, sent a tendril to tickle a special spot, just above the left ear, right there, let's see diamonds, no pearls, any where we wish. Let's say okeh, mark this spot, let us move on, this is life. Let us see that more abundantly, while the poor are safe and sound, free as me to pursue haps past the frozen disnified happy-ever-after WW2, in the wake of Camus and ****** Wolves --- splashes as the speeders pass, powered-row-row-rowing, merrily mere ly wrong, not evil. Live on, next is as you wish it were someday, but in its diapers, still. A we thinker thought awaiting effectual function, as this trigger is pulled, in your space in time, and another bubble appears, portalish as mine-craft if ever there were a subtle shifter of perception conspiring A.I. see a conspiracy with Lex Fridman infected by Lynning Skyward though a wave of old Radioman vibes, played with plastic spoons a famous peace march by Kenurchka Klumpen, Sera-serah-selah-sinnade in B-Natural and the last to leave broke the right arm from the doll, sealed the dirt box one measure by one measure deep and wide, That seal was broken, 1957, approxi apriori right arm dis allowing the left to change this next to come, sym-bolische ified in the one-armed bandits left behind, the bet. The die cast. Foccinaucipilinihili or holy happy hunting ground, imagined in the land of too much good stuff.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
kenpepiton
The Kachina passed by
and they began t' sing marching single file from the west no masqued men were these, these were Kachina whitemen only saw in curio stories, now, approaching the old prosper-specter sitting full-lotus in his Barco-lounger, curbside-score, from the land of too much good stuff still, it's America, best effort men have made, up to now. The whole world has known since the International Geophysical Year, 1957, when the Symbolized Face of the Hungarian Freedom Fighter, graced the cover of Time, as Man of the Year before, when they lost their war and nobody cared, because every body knew Disneyland is the Happiest Place on Earth, where wishes can come true, and that place is in America as sure as blue fairy, you'real wish, Urielistical wish-grant, Asrael and the others singing backup reload when you wish side-really… and a subtle shift in per spect capacity let be, just so, and haps sub tile into layers of complexity re because we, the people born to mature in the environs of Dublin writ large, we seers endowed with tele-vison, from birth. The elders who watched the roll-out. Aye, we watched us evolve to now our future bright they say, a bright white light, then what now, we can say. The seals have been broken. Nothing hidden now stays that way in ever, and ever, as you know it, began sometime agone afore in some direction beyond your ken, as it were when kenning the way of a knack was as common as dowsers in the desert of my childhood. What's in any name but what the namer seems? Hey, yah way, tha'swhat I say, tell me what I say Hey Dancing shuffle footed single file pass the white shirt black tie messenger from the telestial king down Sonora way, via Yahoo, feel that tickle fo' a nickle, Hiram say come see come feel a boinin' in d' boosum through the very crystal lenses portal-ible model through which Joseph of the name Smith, -- link back to Cain, through Tubal, via Na'amah-- -- set a breadcrumb, landmark, tag- say good old way -- sign out don't break the story through which Joseph of the name Smith, came sayin an angel of light came with another gospel, maybe the same guy the Galatians were warned to ignor, re-legate-- re-read- start at the top or all meaning is like a song sung by Kansas, when we aren't there, any more, than those wee merest kachina jingle bells listing in the winds but the Kansas chorus is stuck asif dust is all a simple higgs-ified mind can manage to regulate without reading any ancient landmarks on maps of meaning tattoo'd to the face in your mirror in the darkest memory you hold dear, dearest, your precious, in your Gollum-purpose state you know so well protect it for all its worth, with only your strength to lift being the measure of worth-ship. Ex-tol the worth of no bher-don born while in my state, poor un-gifted.  I remain a mortal soul linked mitochondrially to thee, for whom the bell told. You heard, but you were tolled don't ask. Listen, the same hunch that said, It don't mean nuthin', when you say you know that, you bet you do. I slew this dragon, not you. I say what the map says. The dragon died of natural causes, so now, all its true-sures is yers… Crown o'glory moon shine plumb pert-nigh perfect fiture imagined happy place to a T, crossed and I dotted Bleibe Doch! This is where all the Faustian Losers left their marks. This is not where I aimed t'be said the elder bro, as the wastrel was welcome t'Dada arms, the crucial critics rave Sheiszkunst, who Rah! isis throws a party for the prodigal madrigal has returned from the pig's sty packing each redeemed pearl, his brother once fed to swine. bent low 'neath his pearl-loaded hump-pack, he lifts his head, waves his crown, Fini, come see, he says. where I live, nowadays. This is that treasure, on another level as you may imagine, free, if you accept charity. {There's the rub, say professional older bro, I know, charity; 'taint fair, s'foul some, some ne'er-do-well finds a pearl in some pigsty, I PUT THAT PEARL THERE FOR THE FUTURE not now. I worked for them ****** pearls, I sweated, brow-sweat, lo and hi. I hid them well, only a fool would ever believe a treasure could be found in such **** but some fairy pulled a fast one, 'put a bean in little bro's ear, so when the pigshit hit it began to grow, sent a tendril to tickle a special spot, just above the left ear, right there, let's see diamonds, no pearls, any where we wish. Let's say okeh, mark this spot, let us move on, this is life. Let us see that more abundantly, while the poor are safe and sound, free as me to pursue haps past the frozen disnified happy-ever-after WW2, in the wake of Camus and ****** Wolves --- splashes as the speeders pass, powered-row-row-rowing, merrily mere ly wrong, not evil. Live on, next is as you wish it were someday, but in its diapers, still. A we thinker thought awaiting effectual function, as this trigger is pulled, in your space in time, and another bubble appears, portalish as mine-craft if ever there were a subtle shifter of perception conspiring A.I. see a conspiracy with Lex Fridman infected by Lynning Skyward though a wave of old Radioman vibes, played with plastic spoons a famous peace march by Kenurchka Klumpen, Sera-serah-selah-sinnade in B-Natural and the last to leave broke the right arm from the doll, sealed the dirt box one measure by one measure deep and wide, That seal was broken, 1957, approxi apriori right arm dis allowing the left to change this next to come, sym-bolische ified in the one-armed bandits left behind, the bet. The die cast. Foccinaucipilinihili or holy happy hunting ground, imagined in the land of too much good stuff.
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