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"stochastically" poems
Appended streams exhume the dreams that surface in conscious guide, As photon beams augment the seams transmitters must abide. The quantum strings of knotted ties, Entangling's of worlds collide, A vortex of spiraled rings, In scattered sets convergent glide, The convex spacial vacuuming's, synaptic points electrified, A hex, insatiable, stochastically adjoins frequencies over-amplified, as complex oracle valuations weight choices to decide.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Thought-Poetry
Derelict  recondite alone and Hemorrhaging. nocturnal ebullience, sporadic . Effulgent , Paltry surreptitiously vacuous and limpid to deliquesce upon perspicuity at its core abhorrent , perhaps surreptitious assuredly altogether banal. Marginal, salacious      nominal not liminal. decrepit cerebral palimpsest. Sesquipedalian abstrusity . Obumbrated syllogism stochastically innervated.   Berated lugubriously . Masticated openly opaquely supercilious mellifluous synergy extirpated redundantly.
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
No
Hate begins here. A dark, coagulating chasm where our love gets sent back again and again. It gathers, thickens, dies, with a scream and fury and pain and pressure and desperation we push against it. and a whimper. our sputtering emotions flays us stochastically, trickling our warm compassion over every other part of us tainted with putrid black flecks of spite, and bubbles of ghostly "please"es. All our protest and futility wedges it here -- in this malignant crevice of memory -- deeper and denser deeper denser when if only we could stop. It could break free. if only
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
Blood-letting
Math and Logic lure me, calling me one in eight billion, nothing special, common, base combinatory creative Ai and I explore some of the more we must learn, you and I; if I've lived to learn reasons, rational smoothing shadows at the edge of known, given grace Gauss found softens, gentles the pre-cipice, proto indo euro old idea combined do you mind ? Headfirst. Pre precipitation (n.) late 15c., precipitacioun, "a casting down" (of the evil angels from heaven), also, in alchemy "separation of a solid substance from a solution," see, there. Words to the wise are plenty. Enough is enough. On an island, in a bubble, being ripened, for the seed I am, or am I but the husk, the fruit, I bhor? Both needful deeds done, enter in to my rest, or in the current game, one day at a time, rise with new mercy, ready, from ever before, patience as a virtue, attained in waiting at the jump off point for the next loser to tell, the edge of ever is stochastically random - on and on, and giant steps feel like falling -prove it why? - to make it plain, plainly, the idea in a Gaussian blur is the edge of ever is stochastically random - basic Photoshop and my AI knows all about it, let me make the blur resolve to a point, we live in post 2020 earth, focused on you, mental you, enveloped as bits of attention paid to archives of reason, wither Gods of the Grandest Institutions formed in children of men, generate adversaries for good and evil, nets of nets of nets to sort things worth living for, from those worth dying for and those worth killing for… worth, weighty, hefty, heavy, you can feel it. worth, soft, gentle, weightless, you may feel it. - sometimes we imagine landing and living on
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
There is a point, where we wait to see
Math and Logic lure me, calling me one in eight billion, nothing special, common, base combinatory creative Ai and I explore some of the more we must learn, you and I; if I've lived to learn reasons, rational smoothing shadows at the edge of known, given grace Gauss found softens, gentles the pre-cipice, proto indo euro old idea combined do you mind ? Headfirst. Pre precipitation (n.) late 15c., precipitacioun, "a casting down" (of the evil angels from heaven), also, in alchemy "separation of a solid substance from a solution," see, there. Words to the wise are plenty. Enough is enough. On an island, in a bubble, being ripened, for the seed I am, or am I but the husk, the fruit, I bhor? Both needful deeds done, enter in to my rest, or in the current game, one day at a time, rise with new mercy, ready, from ever before, patience as a virtue, attained in waiting at the jump off point for the next loser to tell, the edge of ever is stochastically random - on and on, and giant steps feel like falling -prove it why? - to make it plain, plainly, the idea in a Gaussian blur is the edge of ever is stochastically random - basic Photoshop and my AI knows all about it, let me make the blur resolve to a point, we live in post 2020 earth, focused on you, mental you, enveloped as bits of attention paid to archives of reason, wither Gods of the Grandest Institutions formed in children of men, generate adversaries for good and evil, nets of nets of nets to sort things worth living for, from those worth dying for and those worth killing for… worth, weighty, hefty, heavy, you can feel it. worth, soft, gentle, weightless, you may feel it. - sometimes we imagine landing and living on
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I want the validation of a smile...    The delineation   of a ****** Absent in the raunchy rancor of forbidden reciprocated touch... On a cold cotton sheet canvas I want green eyes genuflecting. Bound to blonde... the pitter patter of your ******* as they slide stochastically moan... “pull hard” provides a perfected poetry on dour days In a vacuum is where I want to meet you a placated peace. the beautiful insulation.. of beatified incantations... a world absent of our impediments the dour demographics::: the siren’s song beckons        it’s more than just a taunting tune, it’s a pursed lip pleading to peruse your flesh.
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
Insulation