Seeking A point.

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Oh Meaning, art thee…
tense and distended?
Comparatively!
'Nough to be hended,
irely disworn’d
ation of turbent
escapes from the form’d
ceptions concurrent.

Ceasing X into trust
as if accounts matter;
synchronized just
a range, meant of letter
for sequencing trues
(oftenoughshy)
tried not to be use:
grown thru folds I
do finish word stunts
on this first time my got
one lives one’s life once
equipt with The Thought

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A point? two three
poetic art a’musings;
least commonly
forth Errant things?
vain, in quite
quiet surpass surmise
cold, feel respite?
Eyes, voidly lies.

oft gaze, me
descript lest fortell
soar s-ing-ly
break, and day [blue] swell
foam. i&hurrie’d care
–gone, Over endless
riverbed, fishly despair
rocky barren skies behest;
do you: see? or/then
volume machine-grind
dimensionless again
but to Know… or err in a bind.

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Oughtist

and

3TimesGreat:

My only response to that is: [size=200]HUH?[/size]

But I shall re-read them. :unamused:

Tsunami, you should take up the art of fencing, me thinks or have you already? :laughing:

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Hi Arc, …no, you got it right the first time…

3XG, you got it EXACTLY inverse! How do you achieve such precision!!! :smiley:

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Oughtist"

What do you mean - you meant no sense? :laughing:

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i actually do write quite a lot of poetry in my spare time :sunglasses:

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Ah, and a poetic Tsunami to boot.

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Ya, I figure to the extent one refrains from deliberately practicing nonsense, one becomes entraped by rationality, i.e. calcified by “The Thought” that there is a linguistic translation for what it is we want to understand. Devices of free association displace the desire for Truth with a good sober sense of humility and open wonder. Relations to REM might be made. Can you put your hands in your head, oh no! :astonished:

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Ah :bulb: :bulb: :bulb: :bulb: I so get it.

I am one of those who is a firm believe in practicing nonsense or no sense - and as you may have picked up on, sometimes even in my words. :banana-dance: It does rather help take us out of ourselves, out of those deep and grave moments that we can sometimes have.

A twinkle toes of a peter pan fly jumping over the moon with the cow and the sheep running away with the spoon and the rainbow chasing the lephrucaun pot of gold star dust in one’s black eyed peas and carrots and steak on the grill that person for lying through his teeth floss and fluffernutter and marshmallows bellowing through their aching backs to back posts on this caesar murdered by brustus forum where all truth and haha lies. :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: Weird mind, huh - t’was fun though. :banana-dance: :banana-dance: :banana-dance: :banana-dance:

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Peter Pan, what a guy!!

Troubled by wondering if there is time to complete the blundering attempts to sign by hand or by feather, mouth or by wink, what is it we measure when it is we think a matter so sturdy has passed through our skull that it can be wordy as opposed to (null) and so last beyond our seconds to be as if we might live more than once, wonder free…

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That was so nice - what came to mind was vanity of vanities :banana-dance:

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and, of course, Babel… :wink:

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You mean the tower of babel - or just babbling on and on and on and on :laughing: just like the tower of babel.