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Stories, reports from wars past, haunt me, in spirit sensing wondering, perplexing twisted strands from National histories kept for posterity, seen as certain evidence of life being as reasonless as distant suns in swirling galaxies. The business of making ends meet, make any punctual sense, ends now. ------------------ Dear, the word, intends to express worthiness, valued by cost, not to make or gain the dear thing, but by pain at the loss, remembering reason, reattaching whole required why lines, dangling Among the many joys, eudaemonia, silliness in the sense lost nine cousin romps in the lawn sprinklers, secrets sacralized sold for students tempted so, sacred vow bound logic - mid-14c., logike, "branch of philosophy that treats of forms of thinking; the science of distinction of true from false reasoning," - Refine elemental whying, trying, taking for good, leaving as worthless but for marking in mind, poisonous deception Games of getting to the perfect peace, having no driving curiosities or prides, mystic authority granted me, poetically, costly so-called sciences, I am, by faith, for which homeostasis is the reason, ready, balance of energy store and energy conversion self guided discovery, so deep is one's ignorance, self sorting discourses through mortal events, time since e verily was allegorically massively imaginable at thought sped enlightenment intended to disrupt rote thought, symbol assignments and general intelligence deceptive practices, the bread and butter of the business of Psyche, logic by which mankind live and learn and lead those yet to be to become augmented generally intelligent choosers of values… versus costs, price personal, what portion of one's daily bread is paid, back by me, the muse user enjoying being alive, and safe, high in the coastal foothills environs, practically perfect weather for happy humans, gatherers more than hunters, crafters more than manufacturers, traders more than sellers or buyers, but lacking religion, woe is them, indeed, if all the witnesses to Hell, sent back to spare us, perdition due the ignorance of original foul sin, are not exalting their knowledge of damnation, against the sacred knowledge of good and evil. Live evil lurks in mere repetitioning prayer error. Hooks in Jim Morrison's oevre, say… you cannot imagine a reality without disgusting disdain for order, order, in the court… witness under oath testing if we agree, this is the ever we got this morning, as we rose from slumber… we, thee linking me… in mind, inspired thought, amused bemusement refusing confusing truths, God loves Hell, love's it, or… blasphemy, accuse me, gospel performer professional, j'cuse, indeed. Did I dare to die for the American Story, Home of the free, Land of the brave, oh, say, can you, remember the first hand grenade WHUMP! can you, not mirror neurologically callused startle response wise, real deal, dead people, blood, smells, smoke, silence, deaf deal with it… accept therapy, publish, or perish, laugh and live free in truth, not simple, but sub-elementally perfectly sublime --------- The news from my future, is mentally actively spiritually leading, holding my circumstantial ordinariness, spending a lifetime to reach one last day, which can, we may imagine, be any day. --------- Meaning in landmarks set as scenes, who imagines whose mind's lost all hope, who can, as a God-fearin' man, *** boy, cowboy, drifter with a gift of gab and a deck of cards, declare 'is whole soul forfeit, should he lie. Bet me I did not beat my own demons, just now, for the rest of my life, on the most likely last day, I spend this way, like it were that very one. The day called Judgement day, same size day as those in that original week, rest assured. What? Obfuscation, cultural integrity, opposing the holy Pharisees of mutual warring wills. --------------------- In word form, as a thought, logic is open seeping sneaking suspicions suggesting surety, has an am big is us re-both-knowing ness spirit form for a ready reader, list as doth the spirit, sure hot wind in a gape jawed face, asking if this may be real as has been realizable since commercial radio, propagating productive personal mysterious signals sent via zeitgeist, which reasserts itself, prodigious certainty of purpose, what do I wish, what do we wish, we, with us in it, me and you wishing we felt some fealty due the heroic me… what if expressing a self, molded military mind model, in a complex religious mystery granted symbols just as right angled and perpendicular to gravity, per se timely, chance, definite purpose, be as good as truth, no harm, no foul, patiently pretending toward goodness, as do little green apples, and children in my vicinity, true, all the children in my house, and yard today, are good, universal attestations, any ever experiencing, such a July, presume these kids are as happy as can be, today where I happened just to be, he who chose to stick and stay and make it pay, by faith some how, kindalike an intuition, by now, this'd be real, an actual poetic privilege, the truth that once the best that I could think or ask, a day, whole, no ritual mass or mirror mantra back atcha, one day, surrounded by children, literally running around my house, and squealing little girl laughter at little boys rolling in mud.
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC
kenpepiton
At Plenty, say just enough is plenty good
Stories, reports from wars past, haunt me, in spirit sensing wondering, perplexing twisted strands from National histories kept for posterity, seen as certain evidence of life being as reasonless as distant suns in swirling galaxies. The business of making ends meet, make any punctual sense, ends now. ------------------ Dear, the word, intends to express worthiness, valued by cost, not to make or gain the dear thing, but by pain at the loss, remembering reason, reattaching whole required why lines, dangling Among the many joys, eudaemonia, silliness in the sense lost nine cousin romps in the lawn sprinklers, secrets sacralized sold for students tempted so, sacred vow bound logic - mid-14c., logike, "branch of philosophy that treats of forms of thinking; the science of distinction of true from false reasoning," - Refine elemental whying, trying, taking for good, leaving as worthless but for marking in mind, poisonous deception Games of getting to the perfect peace, having no driving curiosities or prides, mystic authority granted me, poetically, costly so-called sciences, I am, by faith, for which homeostasis is the reason, ready, balance of energy store and energy conversion self guided discovery, so deep is one's ignorance, self sorting discourses through mortal events, time since e verily was allegorically massively imaginable at thought sped enlightenment intended to disrupt rote thought, symbol assignments and general intelligence deceptive practices, the bread and butter of the business of Psyche, logic by which mankind live and learn and lead those yet to be to become augmented generally intelligent choosers of values… versus costs, price personal, what portion of one's daily bread is paid, back by me, the muse user enjoying being alive, and safe, high in the coastal foothills environs, practically perfect weather for happy humans, gatherers more than hunters, crafters more than manufacturers, traders more than sellers or buyers, but lacking religion, woe is them, indeed, if all the witnesses to Hell, sent back to spare us, perdition due the ignorance of original foul sin, are not exalting their knowledge of damnation, against the sacred knowledge of good and evil. Live evil lurks in mere repetitioning prayer error. Hooks in Jim Morrison's oevre, say… you cannot imagine a reality without disgusting disdain for order, order, in the court… witness under oath testing if we agree, this is the ever we got this morning, as we rose from slumber… we, thee linking me… in mind, inspired thought, amused bemusement refusing confusing truths, God loves Hell, love's it, or… blasphemy, accuse me, gospel performer professional, j'cuse, indeed. Did I dare to die for the American Story, Home of the free, Land of the brave, oh, say, can you, remember the first hand grenade WHUMP! can you, not mirror neurologically callused startle response wise, real deal, dead people, blood, smells, smoke, silence, deaf deal with it… accept therapy, publish, or perish, laugh and live free in truth, not simple, but sub-elementally perfectly sublime --------- The news from my future, is mentally actively spiritually leading, holding my circumstantial ordinariness, spending a lifetime to reach one last day, which can, we may imagine, be any day. --------- Meaning in landmarks set as scenes, who imagines whose mind's lost all hope, who can, as a God-fearin' man, *** boy, cowboy, drifter with a gift of gab and a deck of cards, declare 'is whole soul forfeit, should he lie. Bet me I did not beat my own demons, just now, for the rest of my life, on the most likely last day, I spend this way, like it were that very one. The day called Judgement day, same size day as those in that original week, rest assured. What? Obfuscation, cultural integrity, opposing the holy Pharisees of mutual warring wills. --------------------- In word form, as a thought, logic is open seeping sneaking suspicions suggesting surety, has an am big is us re-both-knowing ness spirit form for a ready reader, list as doth the spirit, sure hot wind in a gape jawed face, asking if this may be real as has been realizable since commercial radio, propagating productive personal mysterious signals sent via zeitgeist, which reasserts itself, prodigious certainty of purpose, what do I wish, what do we wish, we, with us in it, me and you wishing we felt some fealty due the heroic me… what if expressing a self, molded military mind model, in a complex religious mystery granted symbols just as right angled and perpendicular to gravity, per se timely, chance, definite purpose, be as good as truth, no harm, no foul, patiently pretending toward goodness, as do little green apples, and children in my vicinity, true, all the children in my house, and yard today, are good, universal attestations, any ever experiencing, such a July, presume these kids are as happy as can be, today where I happened just to be, he who chose to stick and stay and make it pay, by faith some how, kindalike an intuition, by now, this'd be real, an actual poetic privilege, the truth that once the best that I could think or ask, a day, whole, no ritual mass or mirror mantra back atcha, one day, surrounded by children, literally running around my house, and squealing little girl laughter at little boys rolling in mud.
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Late in life consciousness softening to so fine, some fretting for money sake, suckering dingdingding alarm all to arms, to arms, awake a woken giant, just as justice was about just guess, whom to pin the tail on, whose wonder years, had no screens, if you don't count oscillator wave rectification representing signal strength, we thunk splash ripple popped fifteen famous minutes, once we could kinda tune in to countries in Africa, once we heard people happy to become national once births of nations, happened several times, Dubcek spechekslopif if if if only actual Max Headroom real wasation sensation tic tac TOE the line, balance matters at this point, testing precisely the one everity, are we or were we once certain we comprehended boundless mercy?
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Resting in Peace while we live, we remember
Late in life consciousness softening to so fine, some fretting for money sake, suckering dingdingding alarm all to arms, to arms, awake a woken giant, just as justice was about just guess, whom to pin the tail on, whose wonder years, had no screens, if you don't count oscillator wave rectification representing signal strength, we thunk splash ripple popped fifteen famous minutes, once we could kinda tune in to countries in Africa, once we heard people happy to become national once births of nations, happened several times, Dubcek spechekslopif if if if only actual Max Headroom real wasation sensation tic tac TOE the line, balance matters at this point, testing precisely the one everity, are we or were we once certain we comprehended boundless mercy?
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