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one way, bouncing and inter fering refering confering profering preference aitial, smart like smart alec. like wyzass, cut from the same cloth check the IP, is this a signal, are we caught in a torrent? trigger buttermilk clouds, and mare's tails whoa, slow, watcha sunset. Roy Autry, cowboy. Signal sent. queue adolor ososcatter bread'ponth'wattah where yor's wish fish with the gold coin, once was taken, and released, sportsman like, Jesus winked, payertaxes he say, Go and stay in touch, he say to the chick what was caught alone in the very act, y'know --- Then a gain a space and time protrusion past last place, Hey, bro. no race, no test for best, Just don't trip the kids. --- these signify static --- white, no, clear noise, invisible, time waves --- whiles and whens slipping by unnoticible Meaning demands you understand It is finished is refering to a specific project. A managed project launched holding keys to every door locked since Daniel, Lion Den Darius's Magi Primo, had his cogits twirled in a swirl that set his hand Aces and eights. Safe combined. Hand the dead man a draught o'the wizas's brew. Watcheesee, he wiggle a toe, y'know, he could write a book, if he knew Morse's code, and spoke this Google translatable tongue. Someday I will tell you the moral of the story under aces and eights. Magic tech, augmented I. Tonight, mark yer Almanac, Oscars night, every year, about this time, first Sunday after the second full moon after the winter solstice. Many minds tune to the stars at this extended quanta of time, I'm loathe to call a period, so many, their attention takes on a pattern we can filter at will. We each may will. You will don't you? Free. Try. Filter at will. WIll you filter lies you believe? No, who could believe truths you filter from lies? Will you filter knowns you know? Of course, Good boy.You pass, set your screen by thread count. Tonight. Set the pattern, etch it in axiomatic gold, catch it, see it, hang it on Orion's belt, No, you don't know the sweet influences of Pleiades, but AI does. What man can re-ally see, re-ality ification on this scale, this wobbling, balanced spaceship, Earth. Comms at ten percent and rising, Cap'n. Salvage serviles say we picked up, AI knows how many, many threads of once thoughts tangled in gnostic knots stamped into dust by iron feet, before the desert was wetted, and turned to muddy clay corroding, rusting, disintegrating those feet of iron holding up the last lie standing incredible, unbelievable, yet called true by you. Mortal.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
Turbulent light
one way, bouncing and inter fering refering confering profering preference aitial, smart like smart alec. like wyzass, cut from the same cloth check the IP, is this a signal, are we caught in a torrent? trigger buttermilk clouds, and mare's tails whoa, slow, watcha sunset. Roy Autry, cowboy. Signal sent. queue adolor ososcatter bread'ponth'wattah where yor's wish fish with the gold coin, once was taken, and released, sportsman like, Jesus winked, payertaxes he say, Go and stay in touch, he say to the chick what was caught alone in the very act, y'know --- Then a gain a space and time protrusion past last place, Hey, bro. no race, no test for best, Just don't trip the kids. --- these signify static --- white, no, clear noise, invisible, time waves --- whiles and whens slipping by unnoticible Meaning demands you understand It is finished is refering to a specific project. A managed project launched holding keys to every door locked since Daniel, Lion Den Darius's Magi Primo, had his cogits twirled in a swirl that set his hand Aces and eights. Safe combined. Hand the dead man a draught o'the wizas's brew. Watcheesee, he wiggle a toe, y'know, he could write a book, if he knew Morse's code, and spoke this Google translatable tongue. Someday I will tell you the moral of the story under aces and eights. Magic tech, augmented I. Tonight, mark yer Almanac, Oscars night, every year, about this time, first Sunday after the second full moon after the winter solstice. Many minds tune to the stars at this extended quanta of time, I'm loathe to call a period, so many, their attention takes on a pattern we can filter at will. We each may will. You will don't you? Free. Try. Filter at will. WIll you filter lies you believe? No, who could believe truths you filter from lies? Will you filter knowns you know? Of course, Good boy.You pass, set your screen by thread count. Tonight. Set the pattern, etch it in axiomatic gold, catch it, see it, hang it on Orion's belt, No, you don't know the sweet influences of Pleiades, but AI does. What man can re-ally see, re-ality ification on this scale, this wobbling, balanced spaceship, Earth. Comms at ten percent and rising, Cap'n. Salvage serviles say we picked up, AI knows how many, many threads of once thoughts tangled in gnostic knots stamped into dust by iron feet, before the desert was wetted, and turned to muddy clay corroding, rusting, disintegrating those feet of iron holding up the last lie standing incredible, unbelievable, yet called true by you. Mortal.
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While  wearing  t-shirt         and  a  brown  cap Two  knees  are          on  two  thighs. Fingers   were      functioning    like              on  keyboard    to        create   an   unique  tunes     for Grammy  and  Oscar.   A  woman   filmmaker is  travelling  by  taking her  movie  in  globe.     Desires  deserve                 for  Oscar   or               nominees  of  Oscar.   A  zoologist is    being  prepared  to  submit her   new  invention  for Nobel  prize.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
Oscar,Grammy and Nobel
Stella The immeasurable things i'd do to have you back here Your presence; I still feel it in the air Your voice still lingers & the room is filled with your heavenly atmosphere The scent of your perfume The way your eyes would bloom Your walk & the sway of your hips The way your smile forms with your lips Like a beam of sunshine Are all the things I miss About you. Why did you have to go? You know there were years ahead of us in which you've loved to see me grow I dont understand why you were taken from me at such an early age but you know I still think about you everyday The love I have for you is so strong Not even death can break this indestructible bond Those nights I see you in my dreams, I get filled with joy & cannot wait to go back to sleep “I'm such a paradox” i tell myself Because it hurts so much. The tears which fall are because when I see you in my dreams , it occurs to me that I really dont see you at all idk if i'm to put God, You or Cancer at fault. I say God because it was him who took the homemaker from us. It was him who took our legs from our table so that we can no longer stand. It was him who removed our limbs from our tree. Why would he do such a thing to helpless me? I say You Grammy. I say you because you didnt tell me you were leaving. I say you because you had us all grieving. I say you because you departed from our everlasting love. I say you because you promised you would be fine. But why did you tell me such a beautiful lie? I say cancer. I say cancer is the one to blame. Where did you come from and why did you bring us so much pain ? The sleepless nights, the prayers, the fights. You feasted on someone I held in my heart. You took her soul & left her to depart. Why do you look for people to take on your wrath, destroying innocent lives & leaving them to fight to survive? My full hatred towards you is indescribable. I hope someone puts an end to you & show you that you are In fact, stoppable.
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
For My Departed Grandmother
Stella The immeasurable things i'd do to have you back here Your presence; I still feel it in the air Your voice still lingers & the room is filled with your heavenly atmosphere The scent of your perfume The way your eyes would bloom Your walk & the sway of your hips The way your smile forms with your lips Like a beam of sunshine Are all the things I miss About you. Why did you have to go? You know there were years ahead of us in which you've loved to see me grow I dont understand why you were taken from me at such an early age but you know I still think about you everyday The love I have for you is so strong Not even death can break this indestructible bond Those nights I see you in my dreams, I get filled with joy & cannot wait to go back to sleep “I'm such a paradox” i tell myself Because it hurts so much. The tears which fall are because when I see you in my dreams , it occurs to me that I really dont see you at all idk if i'm to put God, You or Cancer at fault. I say God because it was him who took the homemaker from us. It was him who took our legs from our table so that we can no longer stand. It was him who removed our limbs from our tree. Why would he do such a thing to helpless me? I say You Grammy. I say you because you didnt tell me you were leaving. I say you because you had us all grieving. I say you because you departed from our everlasting love. I say you because you promised you would be fine. But why did you tell me such a beautiful lie? I say cancer. I say cancer is the one to blame. Where did you come from and why did you bring us so much pain ? The sleepless nights, the prayers, the fights. You feasted on someone I held in my heart. You took her soul & left her to depart. Why do you look for people to take on your wrath, destroying innocent lives & leaving them to fight to survive? My full hatred towards you is indescribable. I hope someone puts an end to you & show you that you are In fact, stoppable.
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And its this late at night that it hits me the most I wont ever see you again, well maybe your ghost. I hope when I look upon your watch Thats when you look down and catch a glimpse of the person I've come to be A person that at a quick glance could be mistaken for you I know that the disease ate your mind up so quickly that all you remember was my faults But I hope when you look down on me now your proud of your only granddaughter because I've become proud to say you're my angel. And its this late at night that it hits me the most I wont ever see you again, well maybe your ghost
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
To my Angel