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It's all too trippy. ever and every. real really very verily.

Whatifery , that is, was that nearly killed the self-willed,
heretics, that did it and what was blamed,
what
was there
to just ify any reason to doubt that all things work, f'good;
friction and forces and all the ideas
we imagine in all, the set. Thattharity should have started with
one of those inverted quest ahead signs
the point with a hook
baitless, a warning for the un-a-wared,
betas are allowed
--stip stip ulate free will restraints
only if compliant with 7th gen Feynman second chance
Nandmazearrays.
Do overs are included, until sleep arrives.

The story is a single thread. Shredded.
Cut into tiny bits, time tic quanta,
so now it works, the thread
of thought, works
like magnetic legos.
It's all been better than ever for a while,
it's just beginning to soak in.

That old man said his side won and
****** If I don't believe
he knew befo he bet. re

Slick, it slithers, slyly slitting a slender
wrist (wrenching and writhing) and constantly controlling a
newcomer, now not neglecting noting,
he helplessly harms here and
there, though thoughtlessly thorough
anytime, anywhere (like an animal)
deeply depressing, downsizing, destroying,
working our wared-out worries, wondering wye flays flesh, frequently forgetting

that we care.