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-------------------------- History, RAM wise, news… you know… conversational pause news of the world, conceived as we do today, satellite TV, IOT informing otherwise isolated pockets of rugged individuals with social flaws, madnesses mostly shown off with spite, chin high, smug smile, see I shat on truth. At the base of a certain plinth, the one we all feel we saw the guide say, The Apostle Paul, read, when performing in Athens, reportedly quoted Epimendes of the paradox, left with Luke, his secretary, an amusing incident, as we know, now, all mankind lie, by nature, we do. Watch a preverbal child get its way, with a pout. Make a face, smile, think we feel that smile, and we feel another, not a lie, but alluring, endearing even cute just thinking about it seriously, on the internet, news, up to the minute, thus the proverb, the fools eyes are in the ends of the earth… two parter, the wise prepare peace locally. You with me, at my request, alien thinker, we proceed, at my behest, aligning why with how, winning feels, while playing, as a child, thinking and doing as a child may, without molting through graded sorting sharpenings means used at the ends of this realm, edgewise points of no return, forge on, once the glow is gutwise distributed, cogitation formed from a suggestion spiritually protean fluid phased emission messaging will, free form, wild will, whispers wills with attached what ifs, we did not, but said we did, to impress a mind, we did not impress, being so by cause a mind felt, we did not tell the truth, we told a story about it. Let's imagine ever, after now, but ever, still to be ever as ever is at this point on any given thread twisting us in time. Today, some among us, we feel, weeping bitter, bitter, alone and abandoned tears, dammed shames overspill our basin contemplation, early morning still waters, pond still, evaporating, light fog forming from changes at atomic levels, lights pixel size, vveid video image. magnification let me say, meandering, another anderson and I, experienced boys teaching boys about *** and to this day there is shame such as was not shameful at all in Sparta, or Athens, or Catalhoyuk. War was shameful at Gobekli Tepi, and maybe, if we examine old knowledge retention structures, cultural equivalents to termite mounds, civilizations, societal solutions to scarce resource use sharing, we forms we speak of as us, unalienably right here, Earth 2025, thinking as us, a weform loosed now, given eyes to see everything from any position re thinking whying as an act we perform individually usually right way redone act we perform daily, without thinking about it, we do it, as we inhabit our privacies, our shared we doing it, breathing, being, breathe-ing thinking saying things we be perfectly capable, graspable, handle able, get hold holy capable, conceptualized pleroma function, helping peace persist where none has been since Hell frozen wastes left muddy confusion, on us initiation honed most points all must face, we are all aliens now, we are all strangers to the newest acts of fashionable opinion twisting king games huge pre paving sandpiles, king of the hill, outside the Amercian Legion Hall, on the forever vacant lot, where no anxious thought was thought, as we scrambled for top spot and fought fought for fight's sake fought to learn to be men, capable of surviving Gaza today, ****** wise… boys will be boys, broken boys will become broken men, and broken men, made, do unthinkably affirming hate filling historical events evidencings involving levelings reproof of instruction is the way of life… experience keeps a dear school… children formed after the remembered cold war, children formed after the remembered long walks, children formed after the remembered winters home alone with Grandma working making beds social information devices perform teachings on Queen for a Day, chosen winner rode in a golden Cadillac to a Hollywood Premiere, at the famous Chinese Theater, where immortality is assured all the stars who ever shown there in the silent film era… any way, Queen for a day, applauded for her story, empathy education an opportunity leading to latch key kid syndromes weeping for her story, that ended with her one wish, a game show, a televized competition Great American Chamber of Commerce attempt to persuade ladies at home, to try New Improved Blue Cheer ask your grocer to stock it for you… for most pitiful situation survived, by the selected performers lured to tell lurid details only imaginable, during the Hays law MAGA Fifties, Afternoon local programming or this, it was all that was worth watching, during our bored waiting years, ever learning, never coming to the knowledge of the truth, during development of better Turing tests free informing rational reasons predetermined, as is said proverbially in my family, we just get more like ourselves. Get it, got it, go, just now. What manner of men are we, after we learned, we let wars continue because our fathers believed whoppers regarding divine rights and use of slaves. And cost to the powers that be, for public entertainment and information, performed by the intelligencia scientia elites/ rappers and rockstars and champion brawlers. What the Queens on many days wished, the trigger activating the Applausmeter on Camera, take take off this tattoo. They wished. And won, time and again, when I was seven, and years much longer.
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Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Gaza, a shame, we must agree
-------------------------- History, RAM wise, news… you know… conversational pause news of the world, conceived as we do today, satellite TV, IOT informing otherwise isolated pockets of rugged individuals with social flaws, madnesses mostly shown off with spite, chin high, smug smile, see I shat on truth. At the base of a certain plinth, the one we all feel we saw the guide say, The Apostle Paul, read, when performing in Athens, reportedly quoted Epimendes of the paradox, left with Luke, his secretary, an amusing incident, as we know, now, all mankind lie, by nature, we do. Watch a preverbal child get its way, with a pout. Make a face, smile, think we feel that smile, and we feel another, not a lie, but alluring, endearing even cute just thinking about it seriously, on the internet, news, up to the minute, thus the proverb, the fools eyes are in the ends of the earth… two parter, the wise prepare peace locally. You with me, at my request, alien thinker, we proceed, at my behest, aligning why with how, winning feels, while playing, as a child, thinking and doing as a child may, without molting through graded sorting sharpenings means used at the ends of this realm, edgewise points of no return, forge on, once the glow is gutwise distributed, cogitation formed from a suggestion spiritually protean fluid phased emission messaging will, free form, wild will, whispers wills with attached what ifs, we did not, but said we did, to impress a mind, we did not impress, being so by cause a mind felt, we did not tell the truth, we told a story about it. Let's imagine ever, after now, but ever, still to be ever as ever is at this point on any given thread twisting us in time. Today, some among us, we feel, weeping bitter, bitter, alone and abandoned tears, dammed shames overspill our basin contemplation, early morning still waters, pond still, evaporating, light fog forming from changes at atomic levels, lights pixel size, vveid video image. magnification let me say, meandering, another anderson and I, experienced boys teaching boys about *** and to this day there is shame such as was not shameful at all in Sparta, or Athens, or Catalhoyuk. War was shameful at Gobekli Tepi, and maybe, if we examine old knowledge retention structures, cultural equivalents to termite mounds, civilizations, societal solutions to scarce resource use sharing, we forms we speak of as us, unalienably right here, Earth 2025, thinking as us, a weform loosed now, given eyes to see everything from any position re thinking whying as an act we perform individually usually right way redone act we perform daily, without thinking about it, we do it, as we inhabit our privacies, our shared we doing it, breathing, being, breathe-ing thinking saying things we be perfectly capable, graspable, handle able, get hold holy capable, conceptualized pleroma function, helping peace persist where none has been since Hell frozen wastes left muddy confusion, on us initiation honed most points all must face, we are all aliens now, we are all strangers to the newest acts of fashionable opinion twisting king games huge pre paving sandpiles, king of the hill, outside the Amercian Legion Hall, on the forever vacant lot, where no anxious thought was thought, as we scrambled for top spot and fought fought for fight's sake fought to learn to be men, capable of surviving Gaza today, ****** wise… boys will be boys, broken boys will become broken men, and broken men, made, do unthinkably affirming hate filling historical events evidencings involving levelings reproof of instruction is the way of life… experience keeps a dear school… children formed after the remembered cold war, children formed after the remembered long walks, children formed after the remembered winters home alone with Grandma working making beds social information devices perform teachings on Queen for a Day, chosen winner rode in a golden Cadillac to a Hollywood Premiere, at the famous Chinese Theater, where immortality is assured all the stars who ever shown there in the silent film era… any way, Queen for a day, applauded for her story, empathy education an opportunity leading to latch key kid syndromes weeping for her story, that ended with her one wish, a game show, a televized competition Great American Chamber of Commerce attempt to persuade ladies at home, to try New Improved Blue Cheer ask your grocer to stock it for you… for most pitiful situation survived, by the selected performers lured to tell lurid details only imaginable, during the Hays law MAGA Fifties, Afternoon local programming or this, it was all that was worth watching, during our bored waiting years, ever learning, never coming to the knowledge of the truth, during development of better Turing tests free informing rational reasons predetermined, as is said proverbially in my family, we just get more like ourselves. Get it, got it, go, just now. What manner of men are we, after we learned, we let wars continue because our fathers believed whoppers regarding divine rights and use of slaves. And cost to the powers that be, for public entertainment and information, performed by the intelligencia scientia elites/ rappers and rockstars and champion brawlers. What the Queens on many days wished, the trigger activating the Applausmeter on Camera, take take off this tattoo. They wished. And won, time and again, when I was seven, and years much longer.
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When America was really great, a little bit, this was thought normal leadership to better living using science for better things than profit, eh, who holds the paper on your share of their conserved defensive first strike capabill-ity certain everlasting end of war insurance? You're covered. Should any one hit America, boy howdy, hell shall manifest as the very heavens radiating death and destruction, until Earth is Mars. The Future Reification of Cold Reality Warring sides, bully and sidekick, spiritual guide in disguise, Lucy, in the Sky, with Diamonds, on the fridge door. Very inspirationally intended, we may imagine. {Paid for in expectation by faithful tithers and addicts.} The USA renewed contracts to renew all its nukes, during our first bubble of greed that uses Trump, to make the chumps believe free is all a mind thing. ========================== Famed CBS newsman Edward R. Murrow asked Salk who owned the patent to his vaccine. The scientist replied: "There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?"
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Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
A thought caught politically sniffing
There is another hole in the old town. When it rains it will hold water like cold craters on the moon.Devoid of life now, each drop will hold the history of years. Every drop will reflect on scrubbed steps and drunken Fridays and days off in bed. The wind will whistle hit parades over mud. Grass will pretend it was always here and cold kids on new bikes never turned out at Christmas or in new clothes come Whitsun. Plaques will not record the living or the dead. There is another hole in the old town. Shaped like a worn shoe. Hard to fill. Tony Noon
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC
Another Hole