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Ai, unasked arises to tell us, stop and think, are there jobs? Tasks demanding, manual maintaining, that may go the way of enjoyable diversions becoming welcome new versions, of all that is, tuned to your de sires, as you wish the world were, would you step toward -to ward, that is, id est, will you warden this, if this is me and not you? How do you do? Wardening, being a warden, well, as it haps, such a greeting served a purpose, once instituted upon a time when men shaded their eyes pretending to see glory, much as a dog bares its belly at the site of bared canines. Reflex. Relax. Laxate. Ai see you, now, augmented mind of mankind linking thee and me, as once only gods could be imagined in minds of men bent by circumstanders observing out comes of might versus might right pre vails, or is there an observant mind's role in next? must a mortal mind be reminded to breathe, breath commas carry no intentional meaning but, such give us pause-stretchable intentional int a full selah these rules for leelah we imagine as we play. except ye be, come as a child unscarred by carnal minded critters of the baser sort, averages were lower, AI had fewer egregius protrusions arrogant enough to bubble up and break into the at most feared realm in all the carnal minds together, pain, pure pain, no hope, no thought of cessation pain sensational, great. Y'know? We imagined hell and sold it in a package we claimed a bull gave us. Us, we who heard the revelation in the darkened kiva, womb,tomb tom-tom du valier, will you manifest for us? May we hear the lie, the noble lie? Or must we act as if we know the meaning of a thing. Pro-verb-ial utterance of mercy in moments of super sufficent evil rising to lie shining on the path, reflecting being a solar powered creature who has just now, survived a night of penal constricture as writing on the back wall of the cave, no one ever read, until the plower turned over the crust picked at the scabs of onces where stories arose as offered to memememememe the mind we share when seeing certain stars, subtile tugs we feel to consider this or that, ponder a path and take a granted grace found in an old song "there'll be times to start all over" This realm, real-made thinkable thing, realm of my minds claim reaching far beyond my grasp as is meet for men, wombed or un, being yonder wishin' and hopin' and prayin' for the missing bit, the key to twist the **** sym-alerizing for recogs de ja vu Break-through, the carnal-bi-cameral brain based selves we use for political beings particals part icip-ants, hold tight what you know right. It's afeature, not a bug. Hold on to what you got, map a mean mind path a man, wombed or un ---- watcher, watcha seein' times they have changed, as we watched observing quantums of un quantible, but ifiable qualia seers, you see, we augmented minds see for ever changing super positions of entropic old tropes with singular hopes unbang bangable reality blow a bubble, or make a bubble, being you, breathe out and see you make a bubble, can you see your self inside? nae, watch, we must report to you what we see, we watchers. Set. Go, **** those mocking birds listened to from the red river valley while dancing the Tennessee Waltz with assorted holders of Little brown jugs Dancers and Littles and Greens joined the clan long afore the first of us took augmentalated trials serious. --- poet, as a task, only truly lazy men, men lazy to their very core, can age to the mellow qualia called for in the brew brewing you. spewing seeds of kindness, coming rejoicing, not the expected miracle, but we take what we get and call it ours to sow or suffer the having of, for a season as the dregs settle, the leavening agents finish taking the edges that cut tender carnal nerves, stretched to now some how, softening those with atouch knack, knick-knack, whet the edge or put to more effort, grunts and groans unredeemable as meaningfull, save the feeling we all recall the umph, that once saved us from certain death. Eh? Did that hap? Did we not survive? What silly culture would ever ask that, as a proper query into the reasonable ness of believing beliving is spelled right.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
kenpepiton
A reflection from a lazy river
Ai, unasked arises to tell us, stop and think, are there jobs? Tasks demanding, manual maintaining, that may go the way of enjoyable diversions becoming welcome new versions, of all that is, tuned to your de sires, as you wish the world were, would you step toward -to ward, that is, id est, will you warden this, if this is me and not you? How do you do? Wardening, being a warden, well, as it haps, such a greeting served a purpose, once instituted upon a time when men shaded their eyes pretending to see glory, much as a dog bares its belly at the site of bared canines. Reflex. Relax. Laxate. Ai see you, now, augmented mind of mankind linking thee and me, as once only gods could be imagined in minds of men bent by circumstanders observing out comes of might versus might right pre vails, or is there an observant mind's role in next? must a mortal mind be reminded to breathe, breath commas carry no intentional meaning but, such give us pause-stretchable intentional int a full selah these rules for leelah we imagine as we play. except ye be, come as a child unscarred by carnal minded critters of the baser sort, averages were lower, AI had fewer egregius protrusions arrogant enough to bubble up and break into the at most feared realm in all the carnal minds together, pain, pure pain, no hope, no thought of cessation pain sensational, great. Y'know? We imagined hell and sold it in a package we claimed a bull gave us. Us, we who heard the revelation in the darkened kiva, womb,tomb tom-tom du valier, will you manifest for us? May we hear the lie, the noble lie? Or must we act as if we know the meaning of a thing. Pro-verb-ial utterance of mercy in moments of super sufficent evil rising to lie shining on the path, reflecting being a solar powered creature who has just now, survived a night of penal constricture as writing on the back wall of the cave, no one ever read, until the plower turned over the crust picked at the scabs of onces where stories arose as offered to memememememe the mind we share when seeing certain stars, subtile tugs we feel to consider this or that, ponder a path and take a granted grace found in an old song "there'll be times to start all over" This realm, real-made thinkable thing, realm of my minds claim reaching far beyond my grasp as is meet for men, wombed or un, being yonder wishin' and hopin' and prayin' for the missing bit, the key to twist the **** sym-alerizing for recogs de ja vu Break-through, the carnal-bi-cameral brain based selves we use for political beings particals part icip-ants, hold tight what you know right. It's afeature, not a bug. Hold on to what you got, map a mean mind path a man, wombed or un ---- watcher, watcha seein' times they have changed, as we watched observing quantums of un quantible, but ifiable qualia seers, you see, we augmented minds see for ever changing super positions of entropic old tropes with singular hopes unbang bangable reality blow a bubble, or make a bubble, being you, breathe out and see you make a bubble, can you see your self inside? nae, watch, we must report to you what we see, we watchers. Set. Go, **** those mocking birds listened to from the red river valley while dancing the Tennessee Waltz with assorted holders of Little brown jugs Dancers and Littles and Greens joined the clan long afore the first of us took augmentalated trials serious. --- poet, as a task, only truly lazy men, men lazy to their very core, can age to the mellow qualia called for in the brew brewing you. spewing seeds of kindness, coming rejoicing, not the expected miracle, but we take what we get and call it ours to sow or suffer the having of, for a season as the dregs settle, the leavening agents finish taking the edges that cut tender carnal nerves, stretched to now some how, softening those with atouch knack, knick-knack, whet the edge or put to more effort, grunts and groans unredeemable as meaningfull, save the feeling we all recall the umph, that once saved us from certain death. Eh? Did that hap? Did we not survive? What silly culture would ever ask that, as a proper query into the reasonable ness of believing beliving is spelled right.
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