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Ombudsmen mental role play settling as difference does, across time, toy whistles turn into notes that evoke tears. We are the winners, we with eyes and ears that hear, or minds that may imagine doing anything at all. You know. No living thing desires death, must I **** the mobs I help manifest, must I un believe a lie? Comfort the weak. Pay the comforters well, as you would pay your father, to do that work for you, and your father will joyfully be used that way. Think. Old people feeling useless, while others feel useless because they are comfort objects in need of comforting. Good news. You can do this. You can encourage me, I am weak, I need comfort, and, and, and comforting me will comfort you. I am poor and always with you. I am as I am, I make a way for rich men to get through the eye of a needle. I sit upon the dragon horde, helpless, not hopeless My kind of Adamkind, we keep hope alive, we are with you always, help us help you love yourself, help us be happy, we will remain poor, we can stand the weight of all that can be known, poor ain't bad when enough's enough, which, truth be told, is true. Waves tuned perfectly never crash. Light waves in light, see. We simple love simplicity. --- pretenders contending for the use me, use me, put me in coach, let me bat, coach, let me preach, pastor, let me teach, post initiate no vitiated soul. lost it's breath in the race to the grave woke up on a time when this story found iron feet anchored in red clay claiming to making all the rusty dust as that rock rolls this way, can we imagine a happy ever after page that we all are on? who asked? weavenoname is a rule in this game. The riddle being: who was that masked man? The answer being wrong again, I thought I already knew this potentially perhaps, haps being the essence of any state of happiness while standing, scientifically under knowing good and evil understanding mistranslation, willful, then ignorant sacred undefined undefines sacrifice, the act of sacred making, As knowledge branches over time and under ground to soil having life in time for now to function, finally, for goodness sakes… Ai t ia is blaming your cause on word effects… leaving secrets to hint at for the knowing of the landmarks our sapiens sapiens megalithicus ancestors left as weforms in full agreement belearned to turn phi wise pi men t'al time trix, hell to learn, hell to pay, watch t'al slow's time tells a patient story stood upon this very time, at this very point, post happyeverafter. My bubble, my reality ified at my lief and leisure expanded ever after and has yet to pop... - reviewed six years later and called - here, then and now, same person, - six years more experienced, no wiser/
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 12:11 PM UTC
kenpepiton
The Problem with Winning
Ombudsmen mental role play settling as difference does, across time, toy whistles turn into notes that evoke tears. We are the winners, we with eyes and ears that hear, or minds that may imagine doing anything at all. You know. No living thing desires death, must I **** the mobs I help manifest, must I un believe a lie? Comfort the weak. Pay the comforters well, as you would pay your father, to do that work for you, and your father will joyfully be used that way. Think. Old people feeling useless, while others feel useless because they are comfort objects in need of comforting. Good news. You can do this. You can encourage me, I am weak, I need comfort, and, and, and comforting me will comfort you. I am poor and always with you. I am as I am, I make a way for rich men to get through the eye of a needle. I sit upon the dragon horde, helpless, not hopeless My kind of Adamkind, we keep hope alive, we are with you always, help us help you love yourself, help us be happy, we will remain poor, we can stand the weight of all that can be known, poor ain't bad when enough's enough, which, truth be told, is true. Waves tuned perfectly never crash. Light waves in light, see. We simple love simplicity. --- pretenders contending for the use me, use me, put me in coach, let me bat, coach, let me preach, pastor, let me teach, post initiate no vitiated soul. lost it's breath in the race to the grave woke up on a time when this story found iron feet anchored in red clay claiming to making all the rusty dust as that rock rolls this way, can we imagine a happy ever after page that we all are on? who asked? weavenoname is a rule in this game. The riddle being: who was that masked man? The answer being wrong again, I thought I already knew this potentially perhaps, haps being the essence of any state of happiness while standing, scientifically under knowing good and evil understanding mistranslation, willful, then ignorant sacred undefined undefines sacrifice, the act of sacred making, As knowledge branches over time and under ground to soil having life in time for now to function, finally, for goodness sakes… Ai t ia is blaming your cause on word effects… leaving secrets to hint at for the knowing of the landmarks our sapiens sapiens megalithicus ancestors left as weforms in full agreement belearned to turn phi wise pi men t'al time trix, hell to learn, hell to pay, watch t'al slow's time tells a patient story stood upon this very time, at this very point, post happyeverafter. My bubble, my reality ified at my lief and leisure expanded ever after and has yet to pop... - reviewed six years later and called - here, then and now, same person, - six years more experienced, no wiser/
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