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***Thoughts Aren't Malleable and Ductile   Forced   Drawn into Sheets Conductivity Futile Empirically Deduced Words Are Malleable and Ductile   Artistically Moulded Strung up Embellished Pearls Drawn into Sheets A Pearlescent Sheen Empirically Deduced***
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
sarita-aditya-verma
Malleable & Ductile
***Thoughts Aren't Malleable and Ductile   Forced   Drawn into Sheets Conductivity Futile Empirically Deduced Words Are Malleable and Ductile   Artistically Moulded Strung up Embellished Pearls Drawn into Sheets A Pearlescent Sheen Empirically Deduced***
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----------- In a lego world, anything is lego possible, even hair on lego heads blowing off, and being mistaken for an acorn cap, then I think of dolls with acorn heads and smile, at the multiplicity of ways to imagine models of reality where whatiferies are tried, judgment day in the old village of the ancestors, eh, right, who we danced for, when we was kids. We learned the way, not the why, time is too tight. So we rebelled at the fascist way, busted loose, ax me do we worry, non sensed not since I can't remember when… fret not, said the child who believed, because he was told, God's got everything under control. Jesus winked, and said winds do as they please, within the atmosphere we breathe and be in. Winds free wills fix artistry as trying art, umph at tension, wills filled with mistaken angst, un let go. Loosen wills to flow down hill, imagine canals that drained the marshlands all fill up in disuse, and the world's slow cycle of balance originally intended when mankind became science wise, appears to hold the pattern, see the design, find a pattern, say truth showed you, so the old man say go see, rethink realization in your imagination, pattern re-co-knowing mindform made on recognition, all dressed up. No place to go.
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Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 2:31 PM UTC
kenpepiton
When one imagines otherwise
----------- In a lego world, anything is lego possible, even hair on lego heads blowing off, and being mistaken for an acorn cap, then I think of dolls with acorn heads and smile, at the multiplicity of ways to imagine models of reality where whatiferies are tried, judgment day in the old village of the ancestors, eh, right, who we danced for, when we was kids. We learned the way, not the why, time is too tight. So we rebelled at the fascist way, busted loose, ax me do we worry, non sensed not since I can't remember when… fret not, said the child who believed, because he was told, God's got everything under control. Jesus winked, and said winds do as they please, within the atmosphere we breathe and be in. Winds free wills fix artistry as trying art, umph at tension, wills filled with mistaken angst, un let go. Loosen wills to flow down hill, imagine canals that drained the marshlands all fill up in disuse, and the world's slow cycle of balance originally intended when mankind became science wise, appears to hold the pattern, see the design, find a pattern, say truth showed you, so the old man say go see, rethink realization in your imagination, pattern re-co-knowing mindform made on recognition, all dressed up. No place to go.
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