#messenger - Hello Poetry

------------------------- Der Schauspieldirektor (The Impresario) The Producers, the real makers of goods we exchange, you all realizing we were imaginably real to you. Forsake not the flocking together, as the manner of some is. We hang together or most assuredly alone. Commas can let us breathe or make us pause without breathe-ing out, holding whole a time. Demonstrable weformed all at once turning, on Earth, in the span of three minutes retuning time and chance crosswind Darwin considered the ability to produce musical notes without direct use the most mysterious endowment of mankind, you all, listening beyond the pallisade, humin y'all comin' one day to be judged by--- whom? Have ye never read, we must judge angels? Try the spirits, we were told, listen, be wary wares wielded wisely, yes, knowing needing knowers with some serpentine drive belts, calling for clutches letting wheels spin free. Making sense somewhere whence freedom from stranger danger is nullified, impossible nothing hellish lingers at death's door, true, you may become wise as a serpent, perhaps dragon expresses wisdom better, same idea, your lizard brain cognition system piezo spark. Under pressure to perform, laughing at that knowledge. Piezo sparked fire, the tongue no man tames, the tiller telling the pilot to pay heed, indeed we make our own way home work wonders, while we share our unencumbered liberty, wishing evidence exchanged for faith shell midden mound of traditional values used to entertain Narration, rationalize pitch and sequence, pay attention to the plumber tapping out grout to remove ceramic tile, nextdoor, all really ancient handiwork, can we still make fire by hand? I wonder, we can watch a youtube and get the idea, - but not if all hell breaks loose, right? Who can say, ah me, I can say amen, but can we leisure class old ne'er do wells, classified disabled for productive employment truly pierce the last breath reality forming awe mental suffixiation permanent mental looping fractalling arrhythmic patterns minds perceive receivable on all active cognitive lexigraphics Kababble Chebar canal coilition, make it so Caballic logic linked kerplunk thunk reimagine learning after learning how fire was kept alive, lucky lightning strike, may be, coincidental summertime event, when we **** sapiens innocents were on our own, dystopia eutopian chittering fowl, our own breath finding its fit in the local noises of life. Are we historically fixed right now, or do we redeem time telling, once when I was told to bring the keynote, to us, congregated to consume poetic driftwood, cold snap in May, northern climes. Fire kept fresh all winter long, long ago, when king's museums were sunlit or not lit. Who has the time reasonably to peruse Vitruvius man, and feel religiously, under holy lust as described in scripture, letters holding truth, as said, Nothing hidden, nothing not made known, the law is the law, we live under rule of law, say those who serve the labor class essentials. Compromise dominion -- bring on home. In my father's house, on our mother's world, we live and learn to be mankind, wombed and un, awe learn to use man kindly as me, I am my brother's keeper, I understand, the very first kid did not understand, and as happens with male pattern baldness, what seed is sown is the whole truth grown kinds of mongrels and kinds of pure breeds, kinda consciousness that forms actual knacks, flavors of ways being is done. Intuited first impression at scale, you know you know and do as you enjoy imagining doing in ever, in spirit, in mind, enjoyment, mere use being, in spirit in mindspace thinkable at speeds passing light setting up a day's worth of pure wisdom finding elemental fits repurposed to inspire ****** reproduction to become proletarian next time. Seeing flaccid Vitruvius man, knowledge stretches to expand -- it's true, we have yeast in us condemnation deserved smiling at the notion… gaseous we, what a piece of work, ¿á? if the law allows lying to save an advantage, is the law just after we survive and meet life face to face, as promised, this is that day. So… poetic license revocation, volunteer to enforce the promise to discern the whole truth, regarding air share on Earth, after realizing Earth is as ever must be. Or we are dead already and just messin' witcha

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 3:45 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Local Judgement Day,

------------------------- Der Schauspieldirektor (The Impresario) The Producers, the real makers of goods we exchange, you all realizing we were imaginably real to you. Forsake not the flocking together, as the manner of some is. We hang together or most assuredly alone. Commas can let us breathe or make us pause without breathe-ing out, holding whole a time. Demonstrable weformed all at once turning, on Earth, in the span of three minutes retuning time and chance crosswind Darwin considered the ability to produce musical notes without direct use the most mysterious endowment of mankind, you all, listening beyond the pallisade, humin y'all comin' one day to be judged by--- whom? Have ye never read, we must judge angels? Try the spirits, we were told, listen, be wary wares wielded wisely, yes, knowing needing knowers with some serpentine drive belts, calling for clutches letting wheels spin free. Making sense somewhere whence freedom from stranger danger is nullified, impossible nothing hellish lingers at death's door, true, you may become wise as a serpent, perhaps dragon expresses wisdom better, same idea, your lizard brain cognition system piezo spark. Under pressure to perform, laughing at that knowledge. Piezo sparked fire, the tongue no man tames, the tiller telling the pilot to pay heed, indeed we make our own way home work wonders, while we share our unencumbered liberty, wishing evidence exchanged for faith shell midden mound of traditional values used to entertain Narration, rationalize pitch and sequence, pay attention to the plumber tapping out grout to remove ceramic tile, nextdoor, all really ancient handiwork, can we still make fire by hand? I wonder, we can watch a youtube and get the idea, - but not if all hell breaks loose, right? Who can say, ah me, I can say amen, but can we leisure class old ne'er do wells, classified disabled for productive employment truly pierce the last breath reality forming awe mental suffixiation permanent mental looping fractalling arrhythmic patterns minds perceive receivable on all active cognitive lexigraphics Kababble Chebar canal coilition, make it so Caballic logic linked kerplunk thunk reimagine learning after learning how fire was kept alive, lucky lightning strike, may be, coincidental summertime event, when we **** sapiens innocents were on our own, dystopia eutopian chittering fowl, our own breath finding its fit in the local noises of life. Are we historically fixed right now, or do we redeem time telling, once when I was told to bring the keynote, to us, congregated to consume poetic driftwood, cold snap in May, northern climes. Fire kept fresh all winter long, long ago, when king's museums were sunlit or not lit. Who has the time reasonably to peruse Vitruvius man, and feel religiously, under holy lust as described in scripture, letters holding truth, as said, Nothing hidden, nothing not made known, the law is the law, we live under rule of law, say those who serve the labor class essentials. Compromise dominion -- bring on home. In my father's house, on our mother's world, we live and learn to be mankind, wombed and un, awe learn to use man kindly as me, I am my brother's keeper, I understand, the very first kid did not understand, and as happens with male pattern baldness, what seed is sown is the whole truth grown kinds of mongrels and kinds of pure breeds, kinda consciousness that forms actual knacks, flavors of ways being is done. Intuited first impression at scale, you know you know and do as you enjoy imagining doing in ever, in spirit, in mind, enjoyment, mere use being, in spirit in mindspace thinkable at speeds passing light setting up a day's worth of pure wisdom finding elemental fits repurposed to inspire ****** reproduction to become proletarian next time. Seeing flaccid Vitruvius man, knowledge stretches to expand -- it's true, we have yeast in us condemnation deserved smiling at the notion… gaseous we, what a piece of work, ¿á? if the law allows lying to save an advantage, is the law just after we survive and meet life face to face, as promised, this is that day. So… poetic license revocation, volunteer to enforce the promise to discern the whole truth, regarding air share on Earth, after realizing Earth is as ever must be. Or we are dead already and just messin' witcha