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Ignore the political instance, just seem being as awesome science since ever came to seem peaceably isotropic and homogeneous, positive sapient us, e... making peace thinkable, test if I do see we passed Einstein's photon, last year. Poetic efforting, effectually functions as do bearings on axles… operating per operatic magnificence per chance once, worth at looking, opportunity ob portum veniens "coming toward a port," attuned timewise toward pilot signals guiding past shipwrecked pasts, sensing our tether to re- alized time, and chance, sense of safety, soon now, when legislation postulates the worth of a mortal letter reading writing public reserving judgement for what it's worth, public opinion regarding public service, cui bono, watchdog agencies under TRUMP et al, &&& muy bueno "sé" see, hear, yo "sé" nada saber. Es el verbo "saber" whence our old savvy arose, baca voys calling cattle out on L4D land west of Sweetwater Face the Nation, consider a we so vast as us, united states, tied as when oaken keg staves bind the woodsman's axe. Fasces first fruitful known found on morning rounds, fascia(n.) 1560s, from Latin fascia "a band, bandage, swathe, ribbon," derivative of fascis "bundle" symbol of something, I suspect misbelieved, just suppose, I use, privilege I say mine, not thine. Line upon line, at no tension stronger than this breath, at that once, this instance accepting implications of ancient insane beliefs forced into social consciousness deeper than Jung could imagine, having never seen Earth from Saturn, nor gazed through Hubble's Homoginized Ultra Deep Field, and then through to this very edge of light, per se, since we all may translate light as real as novel adventures through such seeing science con carne chilling wiser than everwheneverwaseverwereweso wisdom reigns right to know, first lie legalized religion force feeds, It goes like this, There was a tall oak tree, by a babbling brook, see, and there was one known apple tree, specifically, story wise as if it was not an apple, then what tree was fruiting and feeding little birds those serpents et, ? What, ** Alice, my dear, curioser and curiouser, no se' strait up jotted and tittiled tiled RGB blooms in darker sky did you never ask why justice was conceived as blind, by a broad band ribbon across her all seeing eyes, ah, yes, easy as any theorist allows, wondering if while wishing as if it were once just fine, grind and grind, and finally say, and then they lived happily, precisely ever once big by JWST augmented intelligence eyes wider open Now, what were we thinking, thermonuclear war? No, God, no, we were thinking patience has her perfecting ever since free will, to be or not to be, we do have, we who hold in our mind same yesterdays, same right now, same next, same ever, once, bigger all the time, knowledge expands, and with it, confidence, fret naught, be just for all, live free to speak truth in feelable peaceable thought.
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
This Habit, Daily Drill
Ignore the political instance, just seem being as awesome science since ever came to seem peaceably isotropic and homogeneous, positive sapient us, e... making peace thinkable, test if I do see we passed Einstein's photon, last year. Poetic efforting, effectually functions as do bearings on axles… operating per operatic magnificence per chance once, worth at looking, opportunity ob portum veniens "coming toward a port," attuned timewise toward pilot signals guiding past shipwrecked pasts, sensing our tether to re- alized time, and chance, sense of safety, soon now, when legislation postulates the worth of a mortal letter reading writing public reserving judgement for what it's worth, public opinion regarding public service, cui bono, watchdog agencies under TRUMP et al, &&& muy bueno "sé" see, hear, yo "sé" nada saber. Es el verbo "saber" whence our old savvy arose, baca voys calling cattle out on L4D land west of Sweetwater Face the Nation, consider a we so vast as us, united states, tied as when oaken keg staves bind the woodsman's axe. Fasces first fruitful known found on morning rounds, fascia(n.) 1560s, from Latin fascia "a band, bandage, swathe, ribbon," derivative of fascis "bundle" symbol of something, I suspect misbelieved, just suppose, I use, privilege I say mine, not thine. Line upon line, at no tension stronger than this breath, at that once, this instance accepting implications of ancient insane beliefs forced into social consciousness deeper than Jung could imagine, having never seen Earth from Saturn, nor gazed through Hubble's Homoginized Ultra Deep Field, and then through to this very edge of light, per se, since we all may translate light as real as novel adventures through such seeing science con carne chilling wiser than everwheneverwaseverwereweso wisdom reigns right to know, first lie legalized religion force feeds, It goes like this, There was a tall oak tree, by a babbling brook, see, and there was one known apple tree, specifically, story wise as if it was not an apple, then what tree was fruiting and feeding little birds those serpents et, ? What, ** Alice, my dear, curioser and curiouser, no se' strait up jotted and tittiled tiled RGB blooms in darker sky did you never ask why justice was conceived as blind, by a broad band ribbon across her all seeing eyes, ah, yes, easy as any theorist allows, wondering if while wishing as if it were once just fine, grind and grind, and finally say, and then they lived happily, precisely ever once big by JWST augmented intelligence eyes wider open Now, what were we thinking, thermonuclear war? No, God, no, we were thinking patience has her perfecting ever since free will, to be or not to be, we do have, we who hold in our mind same yesterdays, same right now, same next, same ever, once, bigger all the time, knowledge expands, and with it, confidence, fret naught, be just for all, live free to speak truth in feelable peaceable thought.
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splashing about in the shallows a tidal wave on the horizon gathers itself to full height being knocked sideways out of the blue war is spoken into existence
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
war
Card after card I lay them down As though a hand guides me. The Empress and The Emperor look on, Unamused while The Magician and The Fool regale them. Meanwhile, The Lovers ride The Chariot Hoping The High Priestess will grant them Strength. The Hierophant looks to the future of The World While The Hermit is forced to practice Temperance. Judgement and Justice go hand in hand, Some sent to The Tower, and some become The Hanged Man. Another day begins with the rise of The Sun, but Death The Moon, and The Star are the only constant. Many are victims of The Wheel of Fortune, Awaiting the day they meet The Devil.
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
Past, Present, Future
Cosmic, earthbound avatar, Mother, Crone and Maiden Adam wasn’t half as pleased When he met Eve in Eden She is sacred geometry, The nexus of womanhood Birthing stars, and clay and silk, White and red spring. Moontime blood Abundant ******* branch out like trees Over ripe, sweet and leaking fruit Common as muck, she’s the web that’s spun In every young girl, egg and shoot She’s force with form, synthesis, The mother phenomena, Life is longing for itself Each Earthly womb, Andromeda
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Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 10:36 AM UTC
III The Empress
Finally home after a long day of playing back to back tournament games. Take a hot sweet shower, eat, then lay my body down in bed, straight flat. “Awwwww”- yes feels so good… …………. ………… …………. ………….. AHHHHH F——K Dam_ craps! Ugh the agony Goodness gracious!
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Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
Charlie horse
why does the world which is wide becomes so narrow? why do the eyes which see a ray see only sallow? why does the fresh air which spreads happy brings sorrow? you are the born to to grow and magnify the wealth not make fewer? we push the hate at every side not prison it at outer hollow let us spread the love at every sight the world will be so major
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC
why?
16 and pregnant, 17 with triplets, 19 with 4 kids, I don't know how you did it. School, work, motherhood. Way back then, we had it good. Mind of a child, I misunderstood what it took to raise us - but be reassured: You did the best you could and we know it. Times got hard and we couldn't really show it. You stood strong as you tried to keep focus; Hid your pain and tears just so we wouldn't notice all the mental battles you were going through. I wish I manned up better to look after you. Blind to the darkness that tried to dazzle you. Didnt realize you was only tryna make it through to the next day, you tried to pave a way, for us to make it out them trenches and see brighter days, Major struggles in the slums taught us major lessons, To keep strong and move on, for that, you’re a major blessing 15 and stubborn was when I walked away 17, I signed them papers, 18, I left to train 19, & on my own, yet the thought hadn’t hit my brain It was at this stage of your life where things began to change. It was at this age... School, work, motherhood. Way back then, we had it good. Mind of a child, I misunderstood what it took to raise us - but be reassured: You did the best you could and we know it. @desire.is.dope 20190822 2045HRS
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
MAJOR MOM
The shadows grow pale. The patient light of the moon, Foreshadows despair.
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
The Moon
Babylon rests, in sun-golden rays. Fortuna smiles upon you.
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
The Sun
Striking the flutter He claimed his armour of faith Residing in his weirdos!
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Weirdos
_Its just us against the World._
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
i dont want to fight you ( a six word story)
wrappers on the hearth you left lips thirsting under withered mistletoe
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
seasons greetings
Symphony No. 2 in D major 4th Movement this is my stomach
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Classic Gastrointestinal Difficulties
Blazing emotion in the lust of first sight. Uncertain hearts, and unclear minds tragically filled with stories of failed loves. Broken pieces, cracked trust, and fake smiles, but also a growing desire. A desire for something real something that isn’t just a one time passion. Something that is more than another failed story. Something that is real, tangible, and something that lives on through time and time again. So is this our new story? Played in the major scale? Or another minor detail in my harrowing tale of love.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Shall We Play in Major or Minor?
We all speak, What has been told already, In alphabets and words, Yet claim ideas, All jumbled and curved, And somehow I believe, everything has already been heard.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Been Heard.
show me you love me in a dream you can't control, we collect crystals and give each other tarot readings - but i always wonder what you are thinking, laid out between judgement and queens in my pink floral bedsheets. not real, i'm seeing it all the same.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
two of swords
Though I am not related to you, Hardly ever I felt this in your warmth, Actually your care is so fatherly, Not once did I feel unhandy with you, Kindness is imbued in your nature. You never lost your cool, and, Organized weekly lab meetings, Understanding all the workers. Docile I had been so much, Ready me for thesis you did. Most kind of all my teachers, On advising and enlightening, Homely atmosphere you provide, Always there holding your cool, Not failing to lift our spirits, Thinking about you I am, Your wisdom is full of light.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
Dear Doctor Mohanty
As human beings We have the potential To do anything we set our minds to Except for this moment in time I feel as if the odds are stacked just slightly too high against me As though sheer force of will just won't cut it this time As much as I hate to think this way I fear it might be true
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
I hate to admit it
A dry desert feeling creeps up my throat I can almost feel the bright, Red color lining the soft tissue. Body aches starting at all twenty digits, Eventually make their way throughout the body. Sickness. To some an excuse for rest, "So why does sickness make me so upset?" I try to scream, But, alas, my voice is lost. Ah, the voice, What a silly instrument, "Silly how," you may ask. Well, it's weak. Why can't my two ***** of vibrating tissue, Stay healthy? I need to use those stubborn chords, My voice should not be diminished, It should be strong. This is a major problem, That, to others, may seem minor. Sing the notes, Finish the chord, Don't be flat, That doesn't mean go sharp. ENOUGH! I can't even sing. Unable to participate in a pleasurable passion, All because of a **** Weak Immune System.
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
**** Weak, Immune System