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Take away selfishness, and most of the American Dream flattens into the cinema-real backdrop against which Boomers matured. Our grand parents were the last of the pioneers, or first of the labor class immigrants to be specialized for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat of the brow for wages of sin born iniquity jobs. When all people on the planet think little of groupthink effects, one devises effectual, fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime, or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares… bread of life's basic daily grind, fundamental bottom mind, superfluous to say bottom most, basest ideal standard ration measured common rationality built line upon line, letter by letter, plain let the message be itself the messenger kind of sapience marking our species as soil comprised complexities, which wax old in no time at all, at the end, the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting, face to the sun on a April morning, in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing. In this position, suppose-edly my Truth's only ever once told upon a time, out past here and now… I sit, thinking, reifying realized right thinking, balanced, recollecting all yester-was incidents we all pass as one's own life time wise necessary organic carbon scaffolding - and memories. A smile, a suggestion in a word, a subtle shift on a face, you see, you knew what I mean. A wink, not what you think. Come let us make a day, imagine, today, only the good we do gets done, within the reach of any doing penance. So, the word of the master, whence cometh all the wisdom ever we use, cometh to all, save those brought up in the school of the prophets Saul danced with -- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth, dabar רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point of contention, an argue-premise point… Proud child memorizer, reared to be the reader aloud, raised to be the reteller reselling past prophecies, pointed promises perceptible now, as later, still, the end must come, the truth itself shall be seen as shown, to be observed, reverent, wary, watching all the mobs of mankind been scattered to and fro, from island to island, since ever was a story we be in. Today, 2025 by the church told time, since the message from the spirit of truth, per se. Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel whatifery, reification risen conception, breath whispering, really listening, here's the time, as it ever was, here's the day, as it ever is, make do.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Habitude, ever learning living longing
Take away selfishness, and most of the American Dream flattens into the cinema-real backdrop against which Boomers matured. Our grand parents were the last of the pioneers, or first of the labor class immigrants to be specialized for urban labor roles, selling ordinary sweat of the brow for wages of sin born iniquity jobs. When all people on the planet think little of groupthink effects, one devises effectual, fervent effort to make wares worth a nickle, or a dime, or a penny's worth, back when pennies did buy baked wares… bread of life's basic daily grind, fundamental bottom mind, superfluous to say bottom most, basest ideal standard ration measured common rationality built line upon line, letter by letter, plain let the message be itself the messenger kind of sapience marking our species as soil comprised complexities, which wax old in no time at all, at the end, the far end, hoary head and toddering gait, sitting, face to the sun on a April morning, in a trough between tumbled granite waves, decomposing. In this position, suppose-edly my Truth's only ever once told upon a time, out past here and now… I sit, thinking, reifying realized right thinking, balanced, recollecting all yester-was incidents we all pass as one's own life time wise necessary organic carbon scaffolding - and memories. A smile, a suggestion in a word, a subtle shift on a face, you see, you knew what I mean. A wink, not what you think. Come let us make a day, imagine, today, only the good we do gets done, within the reach of any doing penance. So, the word of the master, whence cometh all the wisdom ever we use, cometh to all, save those brought up in the school of the prophets Saul danced with -- the difficult concept, knowledge da'leth, dabar רִיב Hebrew reeb, a controversy, point of contention, an argue-premise point… Proud child memorizer, reared to be the reader aloud, raised to be the reteller reselling past prophecies, pointed promises perceptible now, as later, still, the end must come, the truth itself shall be seen as shown, to be observed, reverent, wary, watching all the mobs of mankind been scattered to and fro, from island to island, since ever was a story we be in. Today, 2025 by the church told time, since the message from the spirit of truth, per se. Wait, after activation, spirit of curiousity, feel whatifery, reification risen conception, breath whispering, really listening, here's the time, as it ever was, here's the day, as it ever is, make do.
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That hammering heart.. I could go on and on about it. I could say how I knew the meaning of the word "alive" in that instant. I could say that I've never felt safer than when I was nestled in your arms. I could say that for once, I knew I was not going to faint by thinking of what that heart pumped. I could say that your heart pumped your purpose but now it has made room for two and it pumps my purpose too. And I could say that the sound of your heart running laps in your chest is still ricocheting in my ears and it will reside there to remind me, to give me a valid reason to stay when I'm on edge and want to disappear.
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
crimsyy
That Heart
That hammering heart.. I could go on and on about it. I could say how I knew the meaning of the word "alive" in that instant. I could say that I've never felt safer than when I was nestled in your arms. I could say that for once, I knew I was not going to faint by thinking of what that heart pumped. I could say that your heart pumped your purpose but now it has made room for two and it pumps my purpose too. And I could say that the sound of your heart running laps in your chest is still ricocheting in my ears and it will reside there to remind me, to give me a valid reason to stay when I'm on edge and want to disappear.
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