#exchange - Hello Poetry

Exchange ideas with me, we are all equally entertained enough. We with this access proven by its users, we in twos and threes are stirring thought to word in forms quietly thinkable, perhaps soon directly into the Amazon Cloud by way of Claude using us, we the windbags and prognosticators and critical thinking auto-did-act- initial reset criteria conscience, comma breathers, acting spiritual, inside out and back broken boys become broken men, but there are causes. Arrogancy assuming significant design involved fingerprints. Calculate the compute required to define me to any database. If memory serves us well, nine points of similarity, overlaid, measured perfect fit, fittest of all possible persons ever alive, fittest to your life's chaos fall from floating free to re thinking, boom, into a life with literacy available to any curious child. By 2016, we have boomer offspring conniving a way to float up from the chthonic origins unwanted pregnancies produce, dark models movies make us all see via UHD imbedded detail, constant digital articulated noise engulfing all curiosity juices, sighing, science consciously used to remember, a poet, from a single introduction, remember that line, written in the shadow of Mt. Humphrey Who would steal my cuff-links, and leave my sunsets. Rhetorical skill of the average assisting intelligence, is nil. Nobody likes copies, that's why we have fingerprints. It's code. For you. Like a QR code, to prove you are you, and therefore allow your coming to this point, this once, I imagined you, wondering some catch phrase from enculturated dramatic, whatting ? thehellofitis, it's all in our five point plan, perhaps life in the mind is lived as it is written, already the writing is the living in the letter's mind. The mystery of that which letteth being taken out of the way, the way is open to let us think we agree, now is new, the way we are able to ask ourselves if we agree, now is new, the way ever is each day, each time a line is cast to hook a thinker, every added y a choice, to think or wait, floating through time processing probability, the way to make peace, as the place, peace-at-last final resting place for what you thought you were, before deciding rightly we are what we think we are. We are probably the first generation with these tools. We imagined such things reading Sunday Funnies. **** Tracy had an Apple Watch and his kid had a lunar wife, Artimis, my moonshadow mistress, has a lunar alignment arranging our mindsharing satellites.

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Apr 11

Apr 11, 2026 at 3:05 PM UTC

kenpepiton

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Exchange ideas with me, we are all equally entertained enough. We with this access proven by its users, we in twos and threes are stirring thought to word in forms quietly thinkable, perhaps soon directly into the Amazon Cloud by way of Claude using us, we the windbags and prognosticators and critical thinking auto-did-act- initial reset criteria conscience, comma breathers, acting spiritual, inside out and back broken boys become broken men, but there are causes. Arrogancy assuming significant design involved fingerprints. Calculate the compute required to define me to any database. If memory serves us well, nine points of similarity, overlaid, measured perfect fit, fittest of all possible persons ever alive, fittest to your life's chaos fall from floating free to re thinking, boom, into a life with literacy available to any curious child. By 2016, we have boomer offspring conniving a way to float up from the chthonic origins unwanted pregnancies produce, dark models movies make us all see via UHD imbedded detail, constant digital articulated noise engulfing all curiosity juices, sighing, science consciously used to remember, a poet, from a single introduction, remember that line, written in the shadow of Mt. Humphrey Who would steal my cuff-links, and leave my sunsets. Rhetorical skill of the average assisting intelligence, is nil. Nobody likes copies, that's why we have fingerprints. It's code. For you. Like a QR code, to prove you are you, and therefore allow your coming to this point, this once, I imagined you, wondering some catch phrase from enculturated dramatic, whatting ? thehellofitis, it's all in our five point plan, perhaps life in the mind is lived as it is written, already the writing is the living in the letter's mind. The mystery of that which letteth being taken out of the way, the way is open to let us think we agree, now is new, the way we are able to ask ourselves if we agree, now is new, the way ever is each day, each time a line is cast to hook a thinker, every added y a choice, to think or wait, floating through time processing probability, the way to make peace, as the place, peace-at-last final resting place for what you thought you were, before deciding rightly we are what we think we are. We are probably the first generation with these tools. We imagined such things reading Sunday Funnies. **** Tracy had an Apple Watch and his kid had a lunar wife, Artimis, my moonshadow mistress, has a lunar alignment arranging our mindsharing satellites.