#geometric - Hello Poetry

Watch me pick pieces Cardiac geometry Repair rut you ripped

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Nov 9, 2024

Nov 9, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Patched (Senyrū)

Watch me pick pieces Cardiac geometry Repair rut you ripped

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twice read, I find my points have mostly been made in plain geometry, were I to see from an imaginary Euclidean POV pre algebra and zeros and pi, as fa's I know, Euclid makes a point. ping do re me, too. We need some assumptions. True. Words, Logos per se, re main the principle tool used right by both wisdom and knowledge and, now, under knowledge stand two parts see likka bubble, zygotic go, knowledge all good big ol' bubble, knowledge of good and evil, both, and you know both's a real big old idea to think at once, gotta have a push and a pull, a listing and a lusting, a compulsion to explode versa verses reverberating assumptive implosive con ex in clusives ping 3 do re me sounds of music all disneyfied hills alive from the POV of a flea in the bark of my favorite pine, aw a crow dream alla this, how sweet is that, you guys don't know what that might feel like, unless, you know: in my realm, right try angles reflect light in odd spectra bounced from assumptive edges of unknowns. Euclid, yeah, he failed to know everything anybody learned since he died, we all know more than he ever did, though his timeless thoughts remain. .. as mine to twist into art-intuitive artificial intelligence. ----- Stop inter, ah, this fits here (no where else, per haps): an e-ruptive Voltarian pledge of troth from an old bet lost. Spelchek can't tame the pen, truth emerges twixt i and e, subtly. See, intell still makes sense con egence on the end and has aright to slide meaningfully past spelchek and evil Grammerly Aiing me. See, both religating and relegating, merge and link. Right, we assume we prove flat Euclidean right exists. Okeh. Here is the handln, wir machen schnell zwei ping ping points ping there was there three, we did not see one, firstime, missed a point, now, we may see beyond the first assumptive, abruptive, inter rupture rapture at/to that lacred nacred sphere. A pretty pearly gate. Eggish in shape. This, I imagined was the proverbial NAND/NULL gate, an old door into superbloom summer manifested to capture your attention please, breathe the beauty, sneeze, let it be. Please, your self has private interpretations, so it ain't prophecy. No prophecy from Jehovah and them other names the supreme being goes by in woke reality with quarks in it-- no secret intended to hide truth (secret is same as private here, no private interpretations) from those who can't see times changed. ---logos logic force, forces chaos into a bubble boing being --- a peer pressure surge urge dopamine don't fail me now --- devise a device depicting the mergence, --- a logo for reality, in a word. --- one artist made a circle, another formed a square so many interruptions, if you could only know, you could be live, Euclid, scary thought? no. a hope. an arrogant philosopher's hope carved in stone In the beginning == you know, right, everything must mean some thing or nothing remains to measure worth, as knowns unknowable for the effort that you don't make --- like Tristram Shandy, the marbled page, we few ever knew, --- first gentle, re-cog-nize justify, ify ify yourself Wisdom-bastard children, magnificent in countenance, as winners of the won war fought before the peace. --- easy treated, like "no sweat" a --- Jeopardy version of Leela, the big show. You still die. it ain't scary. resume the assumpting pressures peer 'em up umph, try delta delta delta force chuck-nors negate negate dive dive dive We must be read y we got us a bubble of being, in real life poetry. Tha's deeply memeingful. Here abouts. A bit o'breathin' room in the long dance. But Euclid pointed out what I see from my old couch on the porch on the westside of a piece of land that pro-truded from prime-eve, a fractal level a billion lacred layers time-wise, geo-time-wise ago yond hither, whence we was words a playin' silly songs children read and sing along then seem to forget until some go mad in our dotage and become as little children, once more but we know now how to learn anything we wish to know. This could be heaven, according to the description I was given when escape from hell was my selfish desire. Self formed from scraps I over heard as a young'n. A point remains to appear made in the assumption. Ah, hey, right tringled triangles. sit witme, see star one, assume natural numbers a re-able one two 3 iii --- signals scramble-ble see we have two brains two whole brains with minds and minds and minds of their own and you love simplicity. Did you ever have to make up your mind? Pick up on one and leave the other won in a spoonful o'luv look from my eye to that star, consider this, Euclid winks, too. One aim alone is right, thus there is the edge of the sphere of my visual known universe, the bubble of my being. Eat me raw or don't eat me at all. said the bull headed god somebody influential in reality killed A bullheaded being, a rampaging ****** slain by some named being a hero, not me or you… though new legends lien in wait, eh? ah, time shift assumption, Euclid POV, nonessential, flatness is a fractical impossible unthingable thing, plainly stated imaginable, non-re-alizable. Spread as spilled milk never cried over, take heart, hoped for evers come to be noticed as they pass, plenty people pass these days, endurin' to the end is all it takes. Euclid don't matter and Jesus done cared.

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Euclid, confronted, late in life

twice read, I find my points have mostly been made in plain geometry, were I to see from an imaginary Euclidean POV pre algebra and zeros and pi, as fa's I know, Euclid makes a point. ping do re me, too. We need some assumptions. True. Words, Logos per se, re main the principle tool used right by both wisdom and knowledge and, now, under knowledge stand two parts see likka bubble, zygotic go, knowledge all good big ol' bubble, knowledge of good and evil, both, and you know both's a real big old idea to think at once, gotta have a push and a pull, a listing and a lusting, a compulsion to explode versa verses reverberating assumptive implosive con ex in clusives ping 3 do re me sounds of music all disneyfied hills alive from the POV of a flea in the bark of my favorite pine, aw a crow dream alla this, how sweet is that, you guys don't know what that might feel like, unless, you know: in my realm, right try angles reflect light in odd spectra bounced from assumptive edges of unknowns. Euclid, yeah, he failed to know everything anybody learned since he died, we all know more than he ever did, though his timeless thoughts remain. .. as mine to twist into art-intuitive artificial intelligence. ----- Stop inter, ah, this fits here (no where else, per haps): an e-ruptive Voltarian pledge of troth from an old bet lost. Spelchek can't tame the pen, truth emerges twixt i and e, subtly. See, intell still makes sense con egence on the end and has aright to slide meaningfully past spelchek and evil Grammerly Aiing me. See, both religating and relegating, merge and link. Right, we assume we prove flat Euclidean right exists. Okeh. Here is the handln, wir machen schnell zwei ping ping points ping there was there three, we did not see one, firstime, missed a point, now, we may see beyond the first assumptive, abruptive, inter rupture rapture at/to that lacred nacred sphere. A pretty pearly gate. Eggish in shape. This, I imagined was the proverbial NAND/NULL gate, an old door into superbloom summer manifested to capture your attention please, breathe the beauty, sneeze, let it be. Please, your self has private interpretations, so it ain't prophecy. No prophecy from Jehovah and them other names the supreme being goes by in woke reality with quarks in it-- no secret intended to hide truth (secret is same as private here, no private interpretations) from those who can't see times changed. ---logos logic force, forces chaos into a bubble boing being --- a peer pressure surge urge dopamine don't fail me now --- devise a device depicting the mergence, --- a logo for reality, in a word. --- one artist made a circle, another formed a square so many interruptions, if you could only know, you could be live, Euclid, scary thought? no. a hope. an arrogant philosopher's hope carved in stone In the beginning == you know, right, everything must mean some thing or nothing remains to measure worth, as knowns unknowable for the effort that you don't make --- like Tristram Shandy, the marbled page, we few ever knew, --- first gentle, re-cog-nize justify, ify ify yourself Wisdom-bastard children, magnificent in countenance, as winners of the won war fought before the peace. --- easy treated, like "no sweat" a --- Jeopardy version of Leela, the big show. You still die. it ain't scary. resume the assumpting pressures peer 'em up umph, try delta delta delta force chuck-nors negate negate dive dive dive We must be read y we got us a bubble of being, in real life poetry. Tha's deeply memeingful. Here abouts. A bit o'breathin' room in the long dance. But Euclid pointed out what I see from my old couch on the porch on the westside of a piece of land that pro-truded from prime-eve, a fractal level a billion lacred layers time-wise, geo-time-wise ago yond hither, whence we was words a playin' silly songs children read and sing along then seem to forget until some go mad in our dotage and become as little children, once more but we know now how to learn anything we wish to know. This could be heaven, according to the description I was given when escape from hell was my selfish desire. Self formed from scraps I over heard as a young'n. A point remains to appear made in the assumption. Ah, hey, right tringled triangles. sit witme, see star one, assume natural numbers a re-able one two 3 iii --- signals scramble-ble see we have two brains two whole brains with minds and minds and minds of their own and you love simplicity. Did you ever have to make up your mind? Pick up on one and leave the other won in a spoonful o'luv look from my eye to that star, consider this, Euclid winks, too. One aim alone is right, thus there is the edge of the sphere of my visual known universe, the bubble of my being. Eat me raw or don't eat me at all. said the bull headed god somebody influential in reality killed A bullheaded being, a rampaging ****** slain by some named being a hero, not me or you… though new legends lien in wait, eh? ah, time shift assumption, Euclid POV, nonessential, flatness is a fractical impossible unthingable thing, plainly stated imaginable, non-re-alizable. Spread as spilled milk never cried over, take heart, hoped for evers come to be noticed as they pass, plenty people pass these days, endurin' to the end is all it takes. Euclid don't matter and Jesus done cared.

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one plus one will always be two one plus two, you hate me do you? two plus three, has it always been me? three plus five, i want to see what you hide. five plus eight, we fulfilled our fate then there's eight plus thirteen. if you stop, how do i begin? for one plus no-one will never be two.

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Aug 16, 2019

Aug 16, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC

footlettuce

fibonacci

one plus one will always be two one plus two, you hate me do you? two plus three, has it always been me? three plus five, i want to see what you hide. five plus eight, we fulfilled our fate then there's eight plus thirteen. if you stop, how do i begin? for one plus no-one will never be two.

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Number 1 Shifting desert dunes underneath the bright reflective orange sun It's amazing what we turn to when the sea ends we must learn to run All we have is each other and when we gather all we do is build walls till the stillness of the night time comes We can't fight nature because there's only one then we look around us at what we've done Hear the beat of the drum it's in rhythm with the Earth and the numbers don't stack up because some don't add up to the sum Something to think about when you're sitting in the sun and mathematically we shouldn't be here it's just a prime number that we are from.

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Jun 11, 2016

Jun 11, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC

peter-kiggin

Number 1

Number 1 Shifting desert dunes underneath the bright reflective orange sun It's amazing what we turn to when the sea ends we must learn to run All we have is each other and when we gather all we do is build walls till the stillness of the night time comes We can't fight nature because there's only one then we look around us at what we've done Hear the beat of the drum it's in rhythm with the Earth and the numbers don't stack up because some don't add up to the sum Something to think about when you're sitting in the sun and mathematically we shouldn't be here it's just a prime number that we are from.

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this is what my heart looks like: it is geometric and angular there are dark corners and sharp edges But sometimes in the sunlight some of my sides look so bright

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC

erin-atkinson

modern woman, pt. 2

this is what my heart looks like: it is geometric and angular there are dark corners and sharp edges But sometimes in the sunlight some of my sides look so bright

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