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From rhetted and cracked and combed fine twined linens Linear Poetics and Prophetic utterances, ravings and interpretations, crosswired inconsistences, oops and interjections acquiring constant reminder who wins, ah, who won when what changed and now was, all we got loops with a twist and some ganz pathos balm for shame, we got a chance, eh, we can reason together, we get over old time religions eh, we can use augmented vision, active matter of fact realized networks of LEO satellites active factors material conceptual line upon line leaving empty open spacetime ------------- Line upon line, it's scripture, old say it in stone, never take it back, unless you walk it to the so so sorry say it place and say it and break it until only the shards Job used to scrape his boils test if I know you know/ Notions taken and used to tie tangled wind mind winding spinning winter something somebody can do and talk and think at once, and something some one can suggest we talk to the thread, through old breaths we bet we took right when half, to within inches of our lives, we bet fool's bets and bragged, if we won, and I remember Sidney Dancer, related on my Boyett branch, the side known to rear rustlers and horse thieves and such, from three grandmas back, Molly Dancer's kids was mostly good, after a fashion, during those years between ten and thirty-five or so, fine, well-traveled kaleche limestone old tracks Ariadne yarns all rolled into a clue true to times tests, patience, paid attensions rocking woven told true to rythmns practiced prized rhymes rolling with Sysiphus, up one side, down the other, if we lie we die, told true if vivify. Sid shot a kid in the summer after fifth grade, it was sad, it did not make national news… it was 1959. That's all part of the rest of all those old demented discourses that made the peace we use to think with to this very instance.
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Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Tall Tales and Long Spun Yarns
From rhetted and cracked and combed fine twined linens Linear Poetics and Prophetic utterances, ravings and interpretations, crosswired inconsistences, oops and interjections acquiring constant reminder who wins, ah, who won when what changed and now was, all we got loops with a twist and some ganz pathos balm for shame, we got a chance, eh, we can reason together, we get over old time religions eh, we can use augmented vision, active matter of fact realized networks of LEO satellites active factors material conceptual line upon line leaving empty open spacetime ------------- Line upon line, it's scripture, old say it in stone, never take it back, unless you walk it to the so so sorry say it place and say it and break it until only the shards Job used to scrape his boils test if I know you know/ Notions taken and used to tie tangled wind mind winding spinning winter something somebody can do and talk and think at once, and something some one can suggest we talk to the thread, through old breaths we bet we took right when half, to within inches of our lives, we bet fool's bets and bragged, if we won, and I remember Sidney Dancer, related on my Boyett branch, the side known to rear rustlers and horse thieves and such, from three grandmas back, Molly Dancer's kids was mostly good, after a fashion, during those years between ten and thirty-five or so, fine, well-traveled kaleche limestone old tracks Ariadne yarns all rolled into a clue true to times tests, patience, paid attensions rocking woven told true to rythmns practiced prized rhymes rolling with Sysiphus, up one side, down the other, if we lie we die, told true if vivify. Sid shot a kid in the summer after fifth grade, it was sad, it did not make national news… it was 1959. That's all part of the rest of all those old demented discourses that made the peace we use to think with to this very instance.
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