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#revivification
Enlargement - a revivification of values, It is a presence of a Writer, with an imagination. Imagination, it is a Mermaid, A red paper box, The stars for old ladies, The sun, the table, with dinner on it.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Jimmy, Shoot Straight
(whimsy - playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or humor) —— recent events, minor tumults, additive, the summing up of wearing, a slip and fall, financial reverses, communiques misunderstood, clanking pipes resounding against a sonorous soundless soulful sleep, and the unrest of disinterest in essaying thoughts into words into creativity a far far cry from singing of the whimsy in life that teases and delights, replaced by a weariness from the whiners, who craftily abuse, with deft badly prosed propaganda propositions, seeking solace in solitude + add-an-all-inability to forsee the goodness in people, delimiting desire to inspire, why then compose when so decidedly decomposing? lay the ownership of pen-man-ship down until dealt an inside straight, eyedrops that open wide, dilate into a wider perspective, a kinder me, and the patience of a patient awaiting a healing vaccine against the flu of whining. so awfully communicable, will read Whitman, Frost, and those revolutionary Persians who ken the revivification of spirit, return from a there as a refugee to a refreshed refuge of here                             nml Addendum ——— *the chill in the body that’s so invasive, resisting two sweaters, a coat named “The De~icer,” over heavy sweats, the interior is* frostbitten
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Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 5:22 AM UTC
walking a path tween whimsy, whiny & wearing
the word just lays there. staring at my face, defiantly dragged from it resting place, where the un-whole bits & pieces residing in the The "Holy of Holies"^ of-poems-someday~to~be~written! live - die -  sleep - before being revivified and sent forth to internet heaven "where to begin?" the all too familiar rhapsody of commencement, the reanimation of sleeping words and pets, snoring, puppy~whimpering next to me in bed, asking not be bothered, yet, kidnapped, (evil he-he-he's) whisked away by a band of roguish tap-tap-tapping finger tips in blackened silence, shambling babbling rambling squabbling, the streaming screaming of green raw recruits, draftees, one & all, yellowed from apprehension ordering them to attention, that process making a mockery of the notional concept of "order" unborn, or recently decently deceased, or entombed in neurons, centuries in the making, they are presented to be accounted for, and to be accountable to you for your reading pleasuring and my unmentionable pleasure of freeing them from cold and spicy casket of freezer deep storage yes, some assembly required! getting them de-tensed, in proper cloud formation, no easy task, like rambunctious children, can't stand still moving in all directions, like chess pieces all gone human nutso crazy! but being the only adult currently awake, sigh oh my, commence strategizing how to induce these rascally noosed noises, to form sounds, then words, then sentence them to life imprisonment in complete sentences, (very cute, I know) that will become really well trained para-graphed-troopers USO ready to entertain you literary audio visual philes^ revivified back from the dead, archaic from about a second ago, the deeds of words, the miracles they have, can and will rise again, not reused, noooo, reinvented time and time for all time, and every-time employed, a slight shading differential, including a twist on a twist, a never before gore of the senses in a unique alphabetical additive conjunction of a coordinated Normandy invasion, establishing beachheads in numerous locations in a thousand different brains, on numerous continents, causing fireworks of synaptic elocutions all over the world, and right about here, Said my piece Think I'll quit, especially since since someone else, fast asleep, has just grasped my wrighting writing right arm, making this a leftist finger tipping manifesto, on the revivification of the word revivification and adding a greater difficulty in completing than mere wordy word selection 🫤 4:12am Wed Oct 29 2025 sane place, sane station as before
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
revivification^
the word just lays there. staring at my face, defiantly dragged from it resting place, where the un-whole bits & pieces residing in the The "Holy of Holies"^ of-poems-someday~to~be~written! live - die -  sleep - before being revivified and sent forth to internet heaven "where to begin?" the all too familiar rhapsody of commencement, the reanimation of sleeping words and pets, snoring, puppy~whimpering next to me in bed, asking not be bothered, yet, kidnapped, (evil he-he-he's) whisked away by a band of roguish tap-tap-tapping finger tips in blackened silence, shambling babbling rambling squabbling, the streaming screaming of green raw recruits, draftees, one & all, yellowed from apprehension ordering them to attention, that process making a mockery of the notional concept of "order" unborn, or recently decently deceased, or entombed in neurons, centuries in the making, they are presented to be accounted for, and to be accountable to you for your reading pleasuring and my unmentionable pleasure of freeing them from cold and spicy casket of freezer deep storage yes, some assembly required! getting them de-tensed, in proper cloud formation, no easy task, like rambunctious children, can't stand still moving in all directions, like chess pieces all gone human nutso crazy! but being the only adult currently awake, sigh oh my, commence strategizing how to induce these rascally noosed noises, to form sounds, then words, then sentence them to life imprisonment in complete sentences, (very cute, I know) that will become really well trained para-graphed-troopers USO ready to entertain you literary audio visual philes^ revivified back from the dead, archaic from about a second ago, the deeds of words, the miracles they have, can and will rise again, not reused, noooo, reinvented time and time for all time, and every-time employed, a slight shading differential, including a twist on a twist, a never before gore of the senses in a unique alphabetical additive conjunction of a coordinated Normandy invasion, establishing beachheads in numerous locations in a thousand different brains, on numerous continents, causing fireworks of synaptic elocutions all over the world, and right about here, Said my piece Think I'll quit, especially since since someone else, fast asleep, has just grasped my wrighting writing right arm, making this a leftist finger tipping manifesto, on the revivification of the word revivification and adding a greater difficulty in completing than mere wordy word selection 🫤 4:12am Wed Oct 29 2025 sane place, sane station as before
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