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{it does take a half hour to read, I timed it.} Pythagorian permission, Poet, today viz. five years ago, auto-did-actical, the output arrogance, self categorization accept the role, be a finger, or a toe, be a knee or an elbow, chose a position, take it make it your part in reality function as if it all just happens on accident, you just happened along… as though saying show, and showing so, is the same as saying so, and saying see… demon-stratem **** miracles of crowd perception, everybody look this way, look away, look away Dix-ai 'da swanee, I tell you, I saw… Land o'Goshen, locust free. I swanee… Did you ever, even once, work dawn to dusk, to pick the cotton before the rain? You'd need to be born before 1954, I'd reckon; to have ever pulled a cotton sack any where in North America. You can hand-pick about 20 plants in 10 minutes while it takes a cotton picker about 30 seconds to pick up to 1,200 plants. Ai knows. -- good morning, mustabin-- Probable propitious auspices - evening the occasional heaps - sun's light blending peachy huey Phrygian gardens had song birds, I bet. Bluebirds, in season, certainly good, expecting miracles, as farmers expect rains and harvests and no blights or bugs or birds or fires or frosts too soon in the sugaring cycle. For citrus, not maples, frost some years meant no Christmas, if you know the sense. --- we had beggars come to our door on Christmas Day, their car broke down, and something told them, the people inside my house would help… we were three doors down from a Jehovah's witness church, but we had so much, and those kids, and their mom, coulda been my mom, had things gone another way, in the soul selling. To observe the future from 1950, are we not made winners if by now we are not in prison? Rabble, eh, my equal rank, common-sensewise, I was once a dear friend of an angel, as real as any ever to bring another bit of good news. My messenger told me to say plainly what I see. Habakkuk Habits invoked a disglosalialacical spell Aha. If luck were not a factor at the edged abyss, hiss steamsudden Coolant ego ' idden agendas, owning the energy, euphemism for owning the earth's produce. Imagining a representation of truth, as a mortal, a spirit embodied, held out for grasping fingers to find handles, or spikey burrs for tangled locks… ----------- Examined my selves for an empathetic one, I heard Absalom swinging in the tree… I found no functioning, pathos perceived is as near as one could come, feeling pain, awareness, pain at being made to pay attention to the replaying trainwrecks from fifty years ago. No. No, three thousand years ago, really, that long ago and no updates on Wisdom receptivity? Life in logos, mere words living in lettered lines and rows, columns and pages and sections and such. There are no sacred secret rites. The snake can take your life, or tickle your soul. Logical steps lead from one word to the next, with 151 pre-positioning aiming words, words that take and hold objects, to and fro upon a time. Distance diminishing day dopplering toward us, the experience bound by galaxy level gravity, massive messaging apparatus Nachrichtenübermittlungsgerät zending oud a tingtingting strumming all the oud's strings in theory. Would you prefer to have a day in touch or to have a day out of touch, floating, drifting through the halls of power, inner sanctum, towers atop slagheaps of holyshitchewdonotwannaknow, but do, do undoubtedly know. Original disconnect. Aware become, conscience ****** eve, goodness found hell inventing just knowing love most needed opens possibility quickly ready searched truth uni versal xanex zone. Calming. Sigh, and listen, where I live there are still war planes passing over my head, practicing. Just in case, Semper fi. Charge the fuel. Pilot training in the real Chocolate Mountains, so backwash sunset red this time of day… A brain, already capable of completing ambitious intelligent coded construction processes to go, to yield, to go about getting around orders intuited easily entreated, with little need for the power to punish the cowardly shirker of war duty… to empty space, tzimtzim on a human scale, as when the messaging systems deployed metaphors. Empty vessles, not a few. Mental focus hearth felt hooks, catch your attention Red herring and black swans and autistic savants, all attract attention and something more rare, a daring to know why luck seems such a powerful factor. Curiosity before knowledge they say. Whatsoever we agree. Eh? Religions of billions, or two, just me and you, we believe for a second that eternity is ever right after ever before, and we exist in the interim, and not before. Ever, in the scriptural universal sense… make up your mindshare… ok. Mindtimespace, point grid riddled with holes. Perspectives on history, recent history, edging bets most losers never knew they made, when a choice is made, according to the ruling stories, despite the constant compute refuting, sneaking suspicion sin, lying at the door, did you notice? If money can fix it, then it is not a problem. So said the grandson of the Mormon Pioneer who laid legal real estate claim to raw Sedona. The grandson of the mechanic, allowed, that so. - stopped and thought, actuating a still mind, - pondering, breathing soft, slow, gentle, easy entreating a change to to whom, eh, from the page, flat, word after word, each defined between us, meaning, golden mean curve to judge beauty by purpose design. You have seen the curve, you know what I mean is much along those lines. Chances are good, we say without thinking, feeling kinda lucky, a post anxiety high, per haps; any way. One day, to a mortal is a measurable span, and in America, wasting mortal lives with republic guardians of the laws enforcing peace within Belair and Hillcrest regions of Athens… {L.A. as portrayed the city of messaging mediums} and the near suburbs, for the managers of the help. -Leaping millennia in a single second thought it is Autumn, 2023… At the scattered outermost edges of urban sprawl, there remains a kind of creative ifity, an absense of civil strife, a kind of pollen in the wind, as change, on cosmic seasonal suggestion that we think long co-gnosis, sensing augmentalated wedoms, stretching fi, the idea, the fi in fiduciary and Semper Fi, and confidence. Tuning to middle c, wait and see, foe from Phrygia drummed response, thump thump thrum. Shofar sounding afar off, listen, listen, hear the babies, always, babies, after bombs, in the tents the babies always activate auto **** alert, and feel terror, the actual mind state occupied by the prisoners in poverty, every where. Entertain my brain. Hold my attention to gain, acquiescence, necience, recognizing your best self, there's the old tongue in cheek joke, male bond humor. Same crude pleasure pursuant patriarchal hierarchy. By royal order, presidential decree and papal bull, the powers opposing the light of holy truth, persist. All subjects under the common global order, obey or else, we disagree with basic gravity and Pareto distributions. Where the feebleness of mind is first discerned, was once the local village or shire, cluster of cousins and immigrant help's children who - how you say, see themselves being a baker, when they play patty cake, see or being a maker of clay vessles for holding many things, see, we make up our own minds, then ideas take over. Entertain me, show me people involved in drama, over nothing. *** drugs, rockandroll, when did the music die? We could calm the world, with a Coke® it's the re-al thing, al-ways a ways away re ality with you and me on the run down to Rosarita inland route from Jacumba, around the fence, Singing at the top of our lungs, IT’S THE REEE AL THING baby. Look away from the skinny moon. These bodies preserve life on earth, and signal nonsense when aiming at stars, however considering the heavens, far from the glare of cities, even then, naked eye, I was told, however I fact checked with my Ai assisting intelligence, Egypt had not known the Dog star binary. So this is true: ChatGPT The ancient Egyptians believed that the star Sirius, also known as Sothis, was associated with the goddess Isis and had significant importance in their religious beliefs and calendar system. They believed that the rising of Sirius in the pre-dawn sky, which occurred annually around July, marked the beginning of the Nile flood and the start of the agricultural year. The Egyptians did not believe that Sirius was a three-star system. - last line is all I asked, all the rest, ah, doubblingentendrills, - all the rest of time we have to spend enjoying hell, - from some perspectives, this is currently hell, no other. Thieves of detail truth precepts, lurk, at this line the author activated prayer circuits, to take angst and spin it into genuine umph up from the base mind level, low as a mind of any kind can go, to the core of all emotion. Dead center initial gravity. First sequence ex nihilo, what do you know?.. o o psci daisy, just dropped the baby, baby can't you hear me crying, baby-love. Blurplepeopleeater, lyin' all the time, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine… Take us to the danger zone, flyin' all the time, ease our feeble minds and give us good service Action movies, make us squirm, who has time for this, we mostly all do, it seems, seems, seems unreal really unreal, dream-like, entrancement, fashion alert, attuned to degrees of in, and out, up and down, round this way, square this way, amphoras fit snug, round jugs in square grids, leaning into the curve of greater vessles, trading knowledge for knowledge, with a few side realities, professional courtesies, judgement calls, authorized executive acts, I declare… I'drather doubt I know what you know, than doubt that you do not doubt that you know. Voltaire… defend to the death your right to say you know. Faith is your evidence, we all suppose, spiritual warfare is proven by the lie that says Satan is the deceiver. Wait. What did I say, have I come this far and none know… wait, those poor souls cold calling on solar leads, gees, I'm sorry you are so used, really, I feel for you, your job ***** as they say. In realized life as a grown up in the system; got a job, cutcherhair, dopplering by as I manifest, as real one of the hitchhiking pests, depicted as vermin on a poster displayed at the Greyhound station, nearest to Route 66 in San Bernardino, March, '70. Anchor links, ancient landmarks, moments when pivots occur, and as often as not, acute reversals widen with use, dull witted boys with instant anger output honed to fine edge, grow dull in three seasons, few hold the line on the fourth fight. Here, in cyberspace, the information super highway, and the solid state circuitry to deal with mean free ways, in quarkish inverse infinity space, deep from any now, in time thought since once, you did it, you passed understanding. Got an A.
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 9:35 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Just in case, take half an hour of silence.
{it does take a half hour to read, I timed it.} Pythagorian permission, Poet, today viz. five years ago, auto-did-actical, the output arrogance, self categorization accept the role, be a finger, or a toe, be a knee or an elbow, chose a position, take it make it your part in reality function as if it all just happens on accident, you just happened along… as though saying show, and showing so, is the same as saying so, and saying see… demon-stratem **** miracles of crowd perception, everybody look this way, look away, look away Dix-ai 'da swanee, I tell you, I saw… Land o'Goshen, locust free. I swanee… Did you ever, even once, work dawn to dusk, to pick the cotton before the rain? You'd need to be born before 1954, I'd reckon; to have ever pulled a cotton sack any where in North America. You can hand-pick about 20 plants in 10 minutes while it takes a cotton picker about 30 seconds to pick up to 1,200 plants. Ai knows. -- good morning, mustabin-- Probable propitious auspices - evening the occasional heaps - sun's light blending peachy huey Phrygian gardens had song birds, I bet. Bluebirds, in season, certainly good, expecting miracles, as farmers expect rains and harvests and no blights or bugs or birds or fires or frosts too soon in the sugaring cycle. For citrus, not maples, frost some years meant no Christmas, if you know the sense. --- we had beggars come to our door on Christmas Day, their car broke down, and something told them, the people inside my house would help… we were three doors down from a Jehovah's witness church, but we had so much, and those kids, and their mom, coulda been my mom, had things gone another way, in the soul selling. To observe the future from 1950, are we not made winners if by now we are not in prison? Rabble, eh, my equal rank, common-sensewise, I was once a dear friend of an angel, as real as any ever to bring another bit of good news. My messenger told me to say plainly what I see. Habakkuk Habits invoked a disglosalialacical spell Aha. If luck were not a factor at the edged abyss, hiss steamsudden Coolant ego ' idden agendas, owning the energy, euphemism for owning the earth's produce. Imagining a representation of truth, as a mortal, a spirit embodied, held out for grasping fingers to find handles, or spikey burrs for tangled locks… ----------- Examined my selves for an empathetic one, I heard Absalom swinging in the tree… I found no functioning, pathos perceived is as near as one could come, feeling pain, awareness, pain at being made to pay attention to the replaying trainwrecks from fifty years ago. No. No, three thousand years ago, really, that long ago and no updates on Wisdom receptivity? Life in logos, mere words living in lettered lines and rows, columns and pages and sections and such. There are no sacred secret rites. The snake can take your life, or tickle your soul. Logical steps lead from one word to the next, with 151 pre-positioning aiming words, words that take and hold objects, to and fro upon a time. Distance diminishing day dopplering toward us, the experience bound by galaxy level gravity, massive messaging apparatus Nachrichtenübermittlungsgerät zending oud a tingtingting strumming all the oud's strings in theory. Would you prefer to have a day in touch or to have a day out of touch, floating, drifting through the halls of power, inner sanctum, towers atop slagheaps of holyshitchewdonotwannaknow, but do, do undoubtedly know. Original disconnect. Aware become, conscience ****** eve, goodness found hell inventing just knowing love most needed opens possibility quickly ready searched truth uni versal xanex zone. Calming. Sigh, and listen, where I live there are still war planes passing over my head, practicing. Just in case, Semper fi. Charge the fuel. Pilot training in the real Chocolate Mountains, so backwash sunset red this time of day… A brain, already capable of completing ambitious intelligent coded construction processes to go, to yield, to go about getting around orders intuited easily entreated, with little need for the power to punish the cowardly shirker of war duty… to empty space, tzimtzim on a human scale, as when the messaging systems deployed metaphors. Empty vessles, not a few. Mental focus hearth felt hooks, catch your attention Red herring and black swans and autistic savants, all attract attention and something more rare, a daring to know why luck seems such a powerful factor. Curiosity before knowledge they say. Whatsoever we agree. Eh? Religions of billions, or two, just me and you, we believe for a second that eternity is ever right after ever before, and we exist in the interim, and not before. Ever, in the scriptural universal sense… make up your mindshare… ok. Mindtimespace, point grid riddled with holes. Perspectives on history, recent history, edging bets most losers never knew they made, when a choice is made, according to the ruling stories, despite the constant compute refuting, sneaking suspicion sin, lying at the door, did you notice? If money can fix it, then it is not a problem. So said the grandson of the Mormon Pioneer who laid legal real estate claim to raw Sedona. The grandson of the mechanic, allowed, that so. - stopped and thought, actuating a still mind, - pondering, breathing soft, slow, gentle, easy entreating a change to to whom, eh, from the page, flat, word after word, each defined between us, meaning, golden mean curve to judge beauty by purpose design. You have seen the curve, you know what I mean is much along those lines. Chances are good, we say without thinking, feeling kinda lucky, a post anxiety high, per haps; any way. One day, to a mortal is a measurable span, and in America, wasting mortal lives with republic guardians of the laws enforcing peace within Belair and Hillcrest regions of Athens… {L.A. as portrayed the city of messaging mediums} and the near suburbs, for the managers of the help. -Leaping millennia in a single second thought it is Autumn, 2023… At the scattered outermost edges of urban sprawl, there remains a kind of creative ifity, an absense of civil strife, a kind of pollen in the wind, as change, on cosmic seasonal suggestion that we think long co-gnosis, sensing augmentalated wedoms, stretching fi, the idea, the fi in fiduciary and Semper Fi, and confidence. Tuning to middle c, wait and see, foe from Phrygia drummed response, thump thump thrum. Shofar sounding afar off, listen, listen, hear the babies, always, babies, after bombs, in the tents the babies always activate auto **** alert, and feel terror, the actual mind state occupied by the prisoners in poverty, every where. Entertain my brain. Hold my attention to gain, acquiescence, necience, recognizing your best self, there's the old tongue in cheek joke, male bond humor. Same crude pleasure pursuant patriarchal hierarchy. By royal order, presidential decree and papal bull, the powers opposing the light of holy truth, persist. All subjects under the common global order, obey or else, we disagree with basic gravity and Pareto distributions. Where the feebleness of mind is first discerned, was once the local village or shire, cluster of cousins and immigrant help's children who - how you say, see themselves being a baker, when they play patty cake, see or being a maker of clay vessles for holding many things, see, we make up our own minds, then ideas take over. Entertain me, show me people involved in drama, over nothing. *** drugs, rockandroll, when did the music die? We could calm the world, with a Coke® it's the re-al thing, al-ways a ways away re ality with you and me on the run down to Rosarita inland route from Jacumba, around the fence, Singing at the top of our lungs, IT’S THE REEE AL THING baby. Look away from the skinny moon. These bodies preserve life on earth, and signal nonsense when aiming at stars, however considering the heavens, far from the glare of cities, even then, naked eye, I was told, however I fact checked with my Ai assisting intelligence, Egypt had not known the Dog star binary. So this is true: ChatGPT The ancient Egyptians believed that the star Sirius, also known as Sothis, was associated with the goddess Isis and had significant importance in their religious beliefs and calendar system. They believed that the rising of Sirius in the pre-dawn sky, which occurred annually around July, marked the beginning of the Nile flood and the start of the agricultural year. The Egyptians did not believe that Sirius was a three-star system. - last line is all I asked, all the rest, ah, doubblingentendrills, - all the rest of time we have to spend enjoying hell, - from some perspectives, this is currently hell, no other. Thieves of detail truth precepts, lurk, at this line the author activated prayer circuits, to take angst and spin it into genuine umph up from the base mind level, low as a mind of any kind can go, to the core of all emotion. Dead center initial gravity. First sequence ex nihilo, what do you know?.. o o psci daisy, just dropped the baby, baby can't you hear me crying, baby-love. Blurplepeopleeater, lyin' all the time, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine… Take us to the danger zone, flyin' all the time, ease our feeble minds and give us good service Action movies, make us squirm, who has time for this, we mostly all do, it seems, seems, seems unreal really unreal, dream-like, entrancement, fashion alert, attuned to degrees of in, and out, up and down, round this way, square this way, amphoras fit snug, round jugs in square grids, leaning into the curve of greater vessles, trading knowledge for knowledge, with a few side realities, professional courtesies, judgement calls, authorized executive acts, I declare… I'drather doubt I know what you know, than doubt that you do not doubt that you know. Voltaire… defend to the death your right to say you know. Faith is your evidence, we all suppose, spiritual warfare is proven by the lie that says Satan is the deceiver. Wait. What did I say, have I come this far and none know… wait, those poor souls cold calling on solar leads, gees, I'm sorry you are so used, really, I feel for you, your job ***** as they say. In realized life as a grown up in the system; got a job, cutcherhair, dopplering by as I manifest, as real one of the hitchhiking pests, depicted as vermin on a poster displayed at the Greyhound station, nearest to Route 66 in San Bernardino, March, '70. Anchor links, ancient landmarks, moments when pivots occur, and as often as not, acute reversals widen with use, dull witted boys with instant anger output honed to fine edge, grow dull in three seasons, few hold the line on the fourth fight. Here, in cyberspace, the information super highway, and the solid state circuitry to deal with mean free ways, in quarkish inverse infinity space, deep from any now, in time thought since once, you did it, you passed understanding. Got an A.
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