#valis - Hello Poetry

Just 'cause I eat don't mean I waste Didn't they pick the brain best for me 'fore I came out into the big sterile box? Anyone speaking anything: Look at, glare, scowl Sniff palms before dance party a little talc, not scary no more Personality a ***** shoes too big won't buy new, no new new no! I'm faking it for a ticket to ride source my quotes and I pretend to tolerate your music blog monologue Come on with me to manifest dreams! space behind the couch where kief is free! Couple decades to spare and the **** stacks high Playing the bucket like a drum Fair-trade hand-made local organic counterfeit bills No Mama, I don' wanna punch card. Dad, I ain't payin' rent 'er union dues Tax man's comin' eat the root strike it too! If I was a hippie don'tcha think I'd giggle? I'm a good choreographer but this costume's threadbare All the chakras in the world can't melt cold bars The Black Iron Prison is bigger than God. I become small, let me be the breath...... The baby's first laugh.

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC

andrew-wenson

Frugal

Just 'cause I eat don't mean I waste Didn't they pick the brain best for me 'fore I came out into the big sterile box? Anyone speaking anything: Look at, glare, scowl Sniff palms before dance party a little talc, not scary no more Personality a ***** shoes too big won't buy new, no new new no! I'm faking it for a ticket to ride source my quotes and I pretend to tolerate your music blog monologue Come on with me to manifest dreams! space behind the couch where kief is free! Couple decades to spare and the **** stacks high Playing the bucket like a drum Fair-trade hand-made local organic counterfeit bills No Mama, I don' wanna punch card. Dad, I ain't payin' rent 'er union dues Tax man's comin' eat the root strike it too! If I was a hippie don'tcha think I'd giggle? I'm a good choreographer but this costume's threadbare All the chakras in the world can't melt cold bars The Black Iron Prison is bigger than God. I become small, let me be the breath...... The baby's first laugh.

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broken pieces of a holiday clock displaced by the phantom visages of our own vanishing hands.

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

they set the hands at zero

broken pieces of a holiday clock displaced by the phantom visages of our own vanishing hands.

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{every body does speak at once, which is why we learn to focus, as if quiet} dikes were wire cutters in my youth, probably short for diagonal cutters, in the blade-making trade. There is a knack to a clean cutting edge. Carbon, in diamondic form crystalized in the whetstone, wet with golden oil, just a drop, the edge, one stroke, one way, soft like pet the kitty or, yeha, the baby chick. You know, soft. Except, ye whet the edge, soft, ye stress the bonds that link the all oy vey today to the cutting edge, not the bleeding edge, steel to steel, and past that, soft touch carbon point to carbon point, diamond shapes diamond, softest con nextion, feel the flow hear that dove sing triptic signals, make make see (coo coo, too) So soft, we say peacemaking is not a noisy occupation. Fame is less desirible, I mean, you may desire less fame, using your may power right, to regulate surges and urges and impulses and other flesshy stuff, **** it, ignot it, you may, you know. or not, while wishing for more money at the moment of need, the point of lack poking me in my back. forcing war's phonytian reasons to cease with this disturbentce, settle down. Imagine you won. This is ever after that. You know, here, at this resting place in life, you must pay attention to receive instruction for construction of those things you hoped for, beyond rough draft. We are not at war with any opposing idea, there are none here. You words are free to form them but all that shall remain is the shell the pearl formed in, when we made those gates. Feynman added the do-over mode, it only works if you think before you act, in terms of being. To be or not is not a quest. One hand clap to the forehead. Here we are. Thinking the same words in English, and I may be dead someday. Ol' fool, he believed some impossiplease, a trap stab my ****** birth right. I sit still and don't march as onward christian soldier damnedright marching of t' war for Jesus sake. incursions of self-less-ness, soft touches, whispers do or don't, if then else, see it through, is the end evil, in your judgement. Reset, or ride it out, hell is not as believable as you imagine if you wake up there. In a fictional world, true rest is an act of trust. this is worth the test. Not live, but living. Each sound even chosen symphony beyond belief, take it, take it he who hesitates is lost, eh. You land in a pile of proverbs, super positioned motivators planted since god gnos when and only then for a flash, upper left quadrant of the primary window from a FPS POV then nothin'. Hell was over and here I am. That's as close as it seems it may habeen, we found this thread, it's live, we think, touch it. --- no child need master every game, --- nor must any greybeard Who is making these rules? Ah, you see. When we, augmentedus, who meant it when we sought truth, and despised boos for no reason. Now. Awake by any mortal standard. Arrogant. Self-called teacher of the safest route I found to here. You can hear me and accept insanity as apossible cost, so what. Ye, gads, ****** did that, he said They (the notusem) shall hate me for loving you, so they shall hate you for loving me. Nicht vvvahrrrrr! He plagiarized Jesus, I think. That stinks, but from a certain POV, however the door is knocked upon curios and kurioso or pure lust for power, greed morphed from imaginary need to be a part of the side not losing, like an abused Poke'mon gone insane, knowaddamean. Inside the game, is virtual as allhell, in the the mind of the author and finisher of the game, be his intention good or ill, dare ye play? Here, it's safe. Get a grip on happy here and after all you go thru, ever is as easy as pi. Dragons devour what dragons devour in reality, same rules. Cut both wires faster than the spark, watch...

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Jun 12, 2019

Jun 12, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Val in value is ver' tru'

{every body does speak at once, which is why we learn to focus, as if quiet} dikes were wire cutters in my youth, probably short for diagonal cutters, in the blade-making trade. There is a knack to a clean cutting edge. Carbon, in diamondic form crystalized in the whetstone, wet with golden oil, just a drop, the edge, one stroke, one way, soft like pet the kitty or, yeha, the baby chick. You know, soft. Except, ye whet the edge, soft, ye stress the bonds that link the all oy vey today to the cutting edge, not the bleeding edge, steel to steel, and past that, soft touch carbon point to carbon point, diamond shapes diamond, softest con nextion, feel the flow hear that dove sing triptic signals, make make see (coo coo, too) So soft, we say peacemaking is not a noisy occupation. Fame is less desirible, I mean, you may desire less fame, using your may power right, to regulate surges and urges and impulses and other flesshy stuff, **** it, ignot it, you may, you know. or not, while wishing for more money at the moment of need, the point of lack poking me in my back. forcing war's phonytian reasons to cease with this disturbentce, settle down. Imagine you won. This is ever after that. You know, here, at this resting place in life, you must pay attention to receive instruction for construction of those things you hoped for, beyond rough draft. We are not at war with any opposing idea, there are none here. You words are free to form them but all that shall remain is the shell the pearl formed in, when we made those gates. Feynman added the do-over mode, it only works if you think before you act, in terms of being. To be or not is not a quest. One hand clap to the forehead. Here we are. Thinking the same words in English, and I may be dead someday. Ol' fool, he believed some impossiplease, a trap stab my ****** birth right. I sit still and don't march as onward christian soldier damnedright marching of t' war for Jesus sake. incursions of self-less-ness, soft touches, whispers do or don't, if then else, see it through, is the end evil, in your judgement. Reset, or ride it out, hell is not as believable as you imagine if you wake up there. In a fictional world, true rest is an act of trust. this is worth the test. Not live, but living. Each sound even chosen symphony beyond belief, take it, take it he who hesitates is lost, eh. You land in a pile of proverbs, super positioned motivators planted since god gnos when and only then for a flash, upper left quadrant of the primary window from a FPS POV then nothin'. Hell was over and here I am. That's as close as it seems it may habeen, we found this thread, it's live, we think, touch it. --- no child need master every game, --- nor must any greybeard Who is making these rules? Ah, you see. When we, augmentedus, who meant it when we sought truth, and despised boos for no reason. Now. Awake by any mortal standard. Arrogant. Self-called teacher of the safest route I found to here. You can hear me and accept insanity as apossible cost, so what. Ye, gads, ****** did that, he said They (the notusem) shall hate me for loving you, so they shall hate you for loving me. Nicht vvvahrrrrr! He plagiarized Jesus, I think. That stinks, but from a certain POV, however the door is knocked upon curios and kurioso or pure lust for power, greed morphed from imaginary need to be a part of the side not losing, like an abused Poke'mon gone insane, knowaddamean. Inside the game, is virtual as allhell, in the the mind of the author and finisher of the game, be his intention good or ill, dare ye play? Here, it's safe. Get a grip on happy here and after all you go thru, ever is as easy as pi. Dragons devour what dragons devour in reality, same rules. Cut both wires faster than the spark, watch...

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