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#curio
My whirligig giggling and jiggling in an ever gyroscopic balancing act of spotting the to and fro, does sometimes wobble recklessly, even falls down. Revealing, revolving, evolving windy patterns and magnetism that spin pointedly upon an axis of gender nonspecific intention, it gets back up and twirls again. Whirls again, girls again, boys again, toys again, an accelerator from beginning to end, how can I be propellant and then, marry, tie it down? Letting loose these inhibitions of how such a perfect plaything may be too perfect, too divine a contraption is scary whirlwind to put my head around. Yet, this desire to go with it, oscillate and make rounds seems truer than any boxed in version of wooden wouldn't I rathers. So there it is, to grace a pirouette with stable partner, might be a portion of the dance, picturesque, but more ensemble pieces may follow. These too add to the brilliant ballet, and we are in it together.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Dance Of The Curio
Asking any evangelist what the good news is, and how it works, in one who understands it. Some evangels dancing on my keys Ai and I, your eyes in the why me now… As the reporter assigned this query or is it an expedition? Or a trap, curiosity walks into it, asking himself, how he conceives subjects objectifiable mentally fully functional for praying right, and rearranging ever without risking heresy. The sect requires prayers perceive precepts as handles, here when just a bit of space or time stops to allow a proper revisioning, in 2025, I am still alive and writing, thinking, behavior is an odd word, having being, I think it must mean on this spectrum of who would read this, some, I betcha, will it’s the moral in Kevin Costner movies, If you make it they will come, only believe Waterworld did get me to go… but it did not get my kids, The Postman, too, got me, but missed my kids, until Annie Jacobsen eliminated all the strategic agreements resonated perfected nonsense re sense in days of Trump and Netanyahoo Yah whom, kaboom, better revelation the post nuclear future option… Life 2.0 will end if such a war ever were beginnable by a mad man, in the President's chair, eh, chairman of the board, holy laying on of hands for all the faithful to see, the champion struts out of Gaza, to meet Little David, Oy vey. Yada, means nothing these days, I told you.
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Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
Thoughts and Prayers, Part 1.000001 ren li