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In life's darkest, coldest histories, only those told first tongue, empower courage in the knowing emparted, as if we were there. Our best effort brought us here, some how. We feel we must stand up for our self, eh, what about my self? There's a burr, eh? A dullness revealing fractured christline constructs and the core, where courage is stored in true chain breaking known thought processes, so secret you may not be allowed to know, like when we were kids with no internet and no adults would tells us how adultery functions with usury and political magicians to enslave us according to sortings in standardized tests. Conceal weakness with signs of power, make believe, show believers believable e-visons as evident possibles, so the power, small though it be, the power of the people, who hold no truths self evident, id est evincing and convincing us, these rights are right, for those who use us right, words, true, make free the ready writer to presume reading truth makes free thinking go wild, like con funsion making sunlight... in the past hear it... this little light of mine no chain nor twisted trifold cord can quench, a word to the wise is leaven enough for the whole ****** loaf. Shew, see, we can wield power, if we can believe the king, is where the kingdom is, and any child who asks her pooka can know, the kingdom is where I always behold the face of God, angel-baby... or we can imagine, we have this power to create entire othernesses, similar to our self, our logos and these pre-loaded breathing algorithims of in and outs, ups and downs, twisting and sooming assumed id-intities are mea nd we wander, meander, flow in the trough of a spiraling wave pulling the rain back to the sea, so each water weness we imagine may be re used, for goodness knows what, universal solvency was one water function ac cused of causing, aitiatic tic tic time bomb Jerry-rigged, Rubic cubed trigger, gay blades shaved the iron legs, y'know **** Deus is punishing truth, the true power of any pun ish bin ein Berliner mit Arizona Prickly Pear jelly, laughing into funk-tion-ality the oddities of beings not me, in my meanderings through optional doors inside the narrow way, ala the way to Petra, we've seen the way similar in every fractal way to the tracks of tears cuttin crevases through pressure packed dust that must have piled suddenly high, for, when it flowed as the red mud that stopped right there at the edge of the Sedona manifestation of oddities. Check it out. Google Earth it. **** Deus wannabe, meet my old friend from the foundery in Arkansas, E Pluribis Unem Massey crazy now, there is a man by that name, with a .jr, a link forgotten, save the memory that may be in the water, we used to wash the grime of burning iron into the river to rust into louisiana to feed the phyto plankton past the delta grease of seeping poison insolvent in the universe, save for fire fire can burnishit tic make it bright, reflecting mirrors for the smoke choking the me who can't see, how Wattie Piper virus was passed on to EPluribis Massey, Jr., but it must have been some variation on the living words, like: I think I can, and the congregation responds: as a man thinks, in his heart, so is he. As the waters all flow to the sea, take no thought for tomorrow, take it as granted, today.
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Pondering another man's depression
In life's darkest, coldest histories, only those told first tongue, empower courage in the knowing emparted, as if we were there. Our best effort brought us here, some how. We feel we must stand up for our self, eh, what about my self? There's a burr, eh? A dullness revealing fractured christline constructs and the core, where courage is stored in true chain breaking known thought processes, so secret you may not be allowed to know, like when we were kids with no internet and no adults would tells us how adultery functions with usury and political magicians to enslave us according to sortings in standardized tests. Conceal weakness with signs of power, make believe, show believers believable e-visons as evident possibles, so the power, small though it be, the power of the people, who hold no truths self evident, id est evincing and convincing us, these rights are right, for those who use us right, words, true, make free the ready writer to presume reading truth makes free thinking go wild, like con funsion making sunlight... in the past hear it... this little light of mine no chain nor twisted trifold cord can quench, a word to the wise is leaven enough for the whole ****** loaf. Shew, see, we can wield power, if we can believe the king, is where the kingdom is, and any child who asks her pooka can know, the kingdom is where I always behold the face of God, angel-baby... or we can imagine, we have this power to create entire othernesses, similar to our self, our logos and these pre-loaded breathing algorithims of in and outs, ups and downs, twisting and sooming assumed id-intities are mea nd we wander, meander, flow in the trough of a spiraling wave pulling the rain back to the sea, so each water weness we imagine may be re used, for goodness knows what, universal solvency was one water function ac cused of causing, aitiatic tic tic time bomb Jerry-rigged, Rubic cubed trigger, gay blades shaved the iron legs, y'know **** Deus is punishing truth, the true power of any pun ish bin ein Berliner mit Arizona Prickly Pear jelly, laughing into funk-tion-ality the oddities of beings not me, in my meanderings through optional doors inside the narrow way, ala the way to Petra, we've seen the way similar in every fractal way to the tracks of tears cuttin crevases through pressure packed dust that must have piled suddenly high, for, when it flowed as the red mud that stopped right there at the edge of the Sedona manifestation of oddities. Check it out. Google Earth it. **** Deus wannabe, meet my old friend from the foundery in Arkansas, E Pluribis Unem Massey crazy now, there is a man by that name, with a .jr, a link forgotten, save the memory that may be in the water, we used to wash the grime of burning iron into the river to rust into louisiana to feed the phyto plankton past the delta grease of seeping poison insolvent in the universe, save for fire fire can burnishit tic make it bright, reflecting mirrors for the smoke choking the me who can't see, how Wattie Piper virus was passed on to EPluribis Massey, Jr., but it must have been some variation on the living words, like: I think I can, and the congregation responds: as a man thinks, in his heart, so is he. As the waters all flow to the sea, take no thought for tomorrow, take it as granted, today.
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I used to lie down in my bed Count kernels in the popcorn sky, overhead I used to use the daytime for nothing much at all Was I prepped for death? I once liked the ones I called friends Draped myself in colors I could defend I once misused my empathy, passion, and my wit Only to have you seize it in the end. Since I'm there, written on your list, please, cross off my name. If I show my amateur face on your stage, just write me off. Play me off with the music of your choice until I'm gone.
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
ZeroNine
The Holler, Cacophony: Cross/Play Me Off
I used to lie down in my bed Count kernels in the popcorn sky, overhead I used to use the daytime for nothing much at all Was I prepped for death? I once liked the ones I called friends Draped myself in colors I could defend I once misused my empathy, passion, and my wit Only to have you seize it in the end. Since I'm there, written on your list, please, cross off my name. If I show my amateur face on your stage, just write me off. Play me off with the music of your choice until I'm gone.
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