#score - Hello Poetry

Dear is a value to be weighed using full bandwidth Sakal, show thy self letters ready for measure, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, indeed שָׂכַל If my need became your need, we would be in love, that would really defeat the use of preparation, peeling potatoes, prudence, ever ready to entertain, pounding clothes down by the riverside, watchin' babies being washed off and blessed, שָׂכַל watchin' life like National Geographic, before TV. A messenger's whistle, hear ah Message to the mass of little looks mira-clues, seen since who knew when today would continue as today. Dear Prudence, did we come out to play, as if today, was one of those times that we all seem to have, if it could seem alright. שָׂכַל Why? Would that defeat the use, and not the purpose of preparation, final product, Battlefield Earth, truths uses versus lies uses, us as we who think it all through desirable to make one wise שָׂכַל when time is not as dear, as an instance in re co gnosis, - wise was the serpent discerning decision trees. what would ever make us all think one thought once, then never think it alone again, we all ways, big all think this was the way, we walked in, the same way we walked out, all set to comprehend wisdom and knowledge and yada da da da we who work in living once idle words, our side ways won, when we did not fight, we never lasted this long before, but when we get old, we keep our wits, we got older sooner than later, so we know more than our dads, too. - old friends well imagined happy ever after any way, don't aspire to stave off thermo nuclear war by your self, make up a master mind board of suggesters by your self, HelloWorld, with you in a minute, relationships with dead friends are deeply personal, core ties to old times, remember we can hear them say the same damnedlies, or listen, שָׂכַל analagous to tuning back when zero beat, was sought to make one wise, in Genisis, esoteric in the gaps, hey, old enemy of me, I cannot remember why I was afraid of you, and never got to know you, but I recognized your art, the other day, in an old, old magazine ad, then that leads to a lost soul I had no sympathy for, I was his bully, so he's dead and we're okeh, spiritually, we talked, I told him I had changed, he told me he'd broken, got busted in Oklahoma, went to prison, for **** got religion then went nuts, and I said I can relate. I don't know how he died, but we were in situations, where sixth grade bullying had been forgotten, when I call this character into my life, as a friend, mistreated in this mortal moment, laughing ever at the coincidence we both read Foster Wallace.

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Oct 21, 2024

Oct 21, 2024 at 6:42 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Dear Friend, a ghost story

Dear is a value to be weighed using full bandwidth Sakal, show thy self letters ready for measure, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, indeed שָׂכַל If my need became your need, we would be in love, that would really defeat the use of preparation, peeling potatoes, prudence, ever ready to entertain, pounding clothes down by the riverside, watchin' babies being washed off and blessed, שָׂכַל watchin' life like National Geographic, before TV. A messenger's whistle, hear ah Message to the mass of little looks mira-clues, seen since who knew when today would continue as today. Dear Prudence, did we come out to play, as if today, was one of those times that we all seem to have, if it could seem alright. שָׂכַל Why? Would that defeat the use, and not the purpose of preparation, final product, Battlefield Earth, truths uses versus lies uses, us as we who think it all through desirable to make one wise שָׂכַל when time is not as dear, as an instance in re co gnosis, - wise was the serpent discerning decision trees. what would ever make us all think one thought once, then never think it alone again, we all ways, big all think this was the way, we walked in, the same way we walked out, all set to comprehend wisdom and knowledge and yada da da da we who work in living once idle words, our side ways won, when we did not fight, we never lasted this long before, but when we get old, we keep our wits, we got older sooner than later, so we know more than our dads, too. - old friends well imagined happy ever after any way, don't aspire to stave off thermo nuclear war by your self, make up a master mind board of suggesters by your self, HelloWorld, with you in a minute, relationships with dead friends are deeply personal, core ties to old times, remember we can hear them say the same damnedlies, or listen, שָׂכַל analagous to tuning back when zero beat, was sought to make one wise, in Genisis, esoteric in the gaps, hey, old enemy of me, I cannot remember why I was afraid of you, and never got to know you, but I recognized your art, the other day, in an old, old magazine ad, then that leads to a lost soul I had no sympathy for, I was his bully, so he's dead and we're okeh, spiritually, we talked, I told him I had changed, he told me he'd broken, got busted in Oklahoma, went to prison, for **** got religion then went nuts, and I said I can relate. I don't know how he died, but we were in situations, where sixth grade bullying had been forgotten, when I call this character into my life, as a friend, mistreated in this mortal moment, laughing ever at the coincidence we both read Foster Wallace.