I hope some day I get to see how you came by the intel. And hm. I dunno. Be well.
Back to homework.
Hope I do too .
What if they don’t want to fall back to the familiar, but to rise above it, keeping only what was essential (the essential being the unknown strange that nothing familiar fully resembles, but merely shadows), nihilating all that conflicts with essential, creating new in alignment with essential—in alignment with all who are in alignment with essential—even in alignment with what is essential in what was left behind, in hopes it will catch up?
then at those times the familiar reversed course and in their view the familiar and the familial coalesce , in fact reversing polarity and one never really knows what’s up, or down ,
Generating such a strong balm that only could be had in a centrifuge,
Too bad the fly was blind to the neon webs & used its wings to fly into instead of over.
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This has been a “choose your own ending”…
…how will you choose?
Just enough time between plane
“Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour.” (Ecclesiastes 10:1)
This smells like yes, perfection is a necessary feature of life, but real living eater chooses the slightly imperfect, for such contrivance as a uniform ideal would transcend instead a nobility of an Iron Maiden, men would despair of the fear of leaving.
In other news. At the end of Charlotte’s Web, the super nice spider dies. Sad.
It wan’t this ?
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It’s up down there or down up there, deformities down or reformatory up, or both or neither. Everybody should be uphauled by it, it’s a quagmire to deal with, lo and behold there
Left it prematurely
What’s up?
Or down, it’s appalling, isn’t it, what is it that is, to watch this space, and become so discontinuous about it, to leave it , like that.
It’s a hardly recalled recall, a hanging to the left hanging.
Early morning needs not satisfactorily , but then, who on earth
Interested parties that’s who,
nunya astonishedness!
There is a lot me2nonot where, from or what’s about it, got some fuzzybuzzy idea, not sure though @Shanghai airport confusion rains nervous system verily
Got to
go now until such time
as
fragility had nice flight into now leaving 9 pm here
time
You’re a strange, strange person when you are bare down there … I once knew a bear that thought hairy is not scary.
What is that, some kind of word magic?
Men are bad enough. Old men are the worst.
I bet you think you must’ve done something right since she’s stuck around ‘til you were this old, now you can get away with saying anything.
Yeah, I have that flashcard in my cognitive distortions.
Plus, it’s so much salad you have plausible deniability. like some kind of Rorschach that is somehow my fault for interpreting it that way.
You’re an old man at the well 24/7, no gun, will not travel.
in other news:
dentist = little shop of horrors
gastroenterologist = Vlad the Impaler
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No excuses except make sense from not no sense but non sense, that plasticity harbored from ships asunder from ports of called far long away, as the Dutchman did through eons of unrequitedstrangness f, re echoed through undifinable indefinite echoes, so? What then if such
That if the myths survive, which are bound to, and premises later for far flung hyperbolae, does the old black magic resound again.
Besides it is stranger still tradeoff with old Faust, no trick there, or hear you hear me, it’s for want of no sub stance, that the tradeoff between vanity and love lose meaning this very split second.
So examined from that angle the trade becomes inaccessible to a very thick layer, does not exempt that thinness, for so a law formed, transformed for eternitie’s sake!
Differece s
The love for 3 oranges
It is here that it suddenly struck about the butterfly.
Met him in a forlorn park ,he sang that
I was born on the edge of a cliff. I hang from the edges of cliffs before breakfast.
Notice: the triangles and the fire in the background.