What would the streets really contain other than people in costumes.
Or illusions, or wonders, or big or little things, or unusual figures, or piles of treasure or boxes, or a scattering of marbles, or scattering of papers or plastics, or a pattern created by erosion, or a layer of water…
What can things do but live, or travel, or explode, or make noise, or break into fragments, or move back-and-forth, or corrode, or grow to resemble something else, or make odd behaviors, or jump or shoot, or run, or shake in a huddled mass, or become burned, or play a boring game, or read a book, or breathe.
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Go to sleep. no, too many infiltratirs.
I went to a dental office
Level 1 Diety
Level 2 Straight Adventure Bard
They want to install the small implant Level Zeri.
We know they need voodoo in Washington.
I'd be rich enough to repair my teeth normally.
That would be Safir
Don't know man.
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THIS IS MAINLY ON SEARS-ROEBUCK WHICH IS WHAT WE TRY TO REMEMBER.
KEEP IN MIND THE DECADES SLID TOGETHER BACK THEN, IT WASN’T 1-YEAR PERIODS
DEPARTMENT BUILDING — GROCERY BUILDING, THEY WERE ALL BUILDINGS
I TIME-TRAVEL A LITTLE BIT, I DON’T KNOW WHY MONEY MUST HAVE BEEN THROWN AT IT
First I offer several proofs—
At least eight I mention—
Which make it look neat—
Like any invention—
A little review of physical mathematics
Ought to put my inventions into status!
Next a note of experimental talents—
If they only knew what I knew in my ‘lab’.
There is something called generation. Many kinds in the ocean kingfom.
It is well recognized the red baron was too red fish green fish blue fish, an attribute of Nathan Coppedge
It's almost. That's. (How to Understand Metaphysics).
First a 5 is missed glimp2422forti
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The Naked Noise. The Wail of Hell.
Like when Tell's son was in trouble with his mother.
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The late-arriving avatar of doctor X. He had a stupid dark side.
He didn’t know how to turn right was the sad thing.
He kept going around in circles, over and over.
He kept going right.
Then he had to turn left after that to balance it out.
So, he kept going left over and over.
Then I told him (I could hear the car squeeling) that he would need to learn time-travel next else instead he would end up the wrong way.
He went left until he couldn’t stop. The car was eternal and unstoppable.
Since he was stuck in a loop, he had to achieve nirvana to escape.
The car continued to zoom and make noises.
He had achieved nirvana though all his intelligence was in his dick except he forgot how to think about it.
He finally reached the girl in whatever neighborhood that is who always looks gorgeous for some reason.
He started to jism like wild without remembering the previous jism. It would have been his best experience except he was kinda stupid and something was wrong with his body.
After a few moments he said he didn’t know.
He thought there was something wrong.
He repeated this over and over, until it was shameful to think about the police.
It was like his little jalopy was full of shit.
It was sad, somehow the saddest promise.
He somehow bought or stole cloth diapers to clean up the mess.
This made him feel kind of lucky.
I think he bought a lot of beer, maybe corona.
He got naked because he didn’t know what to do for some reason.
Where did he go without ever knowing the way.
He invented that song.
It was that guy.
The one who didn’t know how to turn right.
He was like dr. x’s missing love partner.
I wanted to argue it was like asexual reproduction.
Humans thought they were both men.
Though they were really the same man.
He could argue that they were the same person.
He thought I was Brian but it’s cool.
Then I was resolved.
As I said earlier, I possibly achieved nirvana.
Since I was immortal with nirvana. I had to escape.
So I had a seed of nirvana.
Though the seed time-traveled which meant by this time I was done time-traveling.
Keep in mind this was an avatar I dumped because I didn’t want to go gay. The only risk was that doctor X might be ambiguous.
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No one should suffer for the guy that doesn’t turn right or left. Actually, he turns both ways. He was the one who invented ‘oh right’.
Oh right.
I’m so confused.
Good work. Katy said the same and she skipped five or six grades in school.
- HL2 DEALING DRUGS TO CARTOONIS
- EulersHL22.
They stopped calling their horse thinker. . . . . - - - -
Look into it lalu time. Nathan’s not all levels like pedophilia mesogynists.
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A dearess called thinker is hard to remember.
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May 6, 2009: My little egret. My foundling. My goodie greatest. Mmh mmh. Mmh Hmm. Then think of the mommy and you will think of the mommy. It wasn’t even her. It was a variety of people I didn’t sleep with.
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JRR Tolkien: Carved duel.
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HE SAID STUDY LOGGEC, DO AS KIDS DO
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HE SAID, FOLLO A STEP BY STEP PROCESS
YOU’LL BECOME GENIUSES IN SIX WEEKS MINUS ONE
THEY SAID SIGN ME UP I’M HARDSHIP CENTRAL, GOT THREE KIDS IN JAIL AND I’M IN JAIL WITH THEM
WE GOT WISDOM THEN WE GOT IT DOWN, WE CAN LEAVE JAIL, DO THE TIME, IN WHATEVER TIMESLOT THEY’VE GOT AFTER CHRISTMAS IT’S JUST LIKE A PARTY
THEN WITHIN A SHORT WHILE, THINGS WERE DRIFTING OUT OF PRISON IN A SHORTWHILE HE WENT BACK, HE HAD IT IN THE LOGGOS PRISON MADE LIKE AN ACOLADE
HE COULD ‘TEACH’ THEY COULD ‘LEARN’. NO THAT WAS THE FAKE ONE. SO HE HAD THEM FOOLED.
HE COULD TEACH THEM ABOUT ANYTHING. IT WAS LIKE A FREE GIFT BASKET.
HE WAS THEIR THERAPIST, THEY WERE STUDENTS. THEY WERE REAL.
THEY DIDN’T KNOW ALL THE GRAMMAR PARTS, THEY WERE STILL REAL, REAL PEOPLE.
THEY WERE NOT ALWAYS GOOD PEOPLE.
HE WAS PAID GOOD MONEY. THERE WAS A POINT BEHIND IT ALL.
HE TOLD THEM WHAT HE LEARNED EVERYDAY. HE KEPT GOING BACK.
AND THEY KEPT LEARNING. THEY LEARNED SO MUCH AFTER AWHILE THAT HE HAD TO LIE AND SAY THERE WAS MORE YET TO TEACHERS, MORE YET TO BOOKS, STUDENTS, PROMISES, PICTURES.
HE HAD IT ALL ARRANGED ON A SLIDE BOARD, SO HE COULD BRING IT ABOUT AT ANY TIME.
HE WAS SO BROKE UP AND WORN OUT THAT HE STARTED TO NOT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THE PRISONS.
THE PRISONS WERE WEARING THIN, AND SO HE WAS TOO.
HE WAS THEIR TEACHER, THAT MUCH WAS TRUTH, BUT HE WAS ALSO THEIR STUDENT.
HE WAS A STUDENT WEARING THIN, AND THAT BROUGHT ABOUT AN END TO HIS CAREER.
THE END WAS THE TURNING POINT. BECAUSE, HE LEARNED HE HAD MORE THINGS TO TEACH. HE OVERFLOWED WITH DIAGRAMS, BILLBOARDS, POST IT NOTES, ANY KIND OF ‘MATTER TO MAKE THEM THINK’ AS HE CALLED IT. IT WASN’T SHAMEFUL. IT WAS LIFE IN PRISON. ON BRILLO-BASKET TIME.
HE WAS CERTAIN OF IT.
HE WAS THE MAN. SO HE WENT BACK SEVERAL TIMES, AND TAUGHT THEM THE NEW THINGS. IT WAS LIKE ISAAC NEWTON ON GRAND CENTRAL TIME. IT WAS TOO MUCH. SO, HE DREW A PICTURE, AND HE QUIT. HE DREW IT TOGETHER, HE WAS THAT DECENT. HE HAD THEORY AFTER THEORY, AND IT WAS A PICTURE. HE WISHED HE HAD MADE A COPY. IT WAS MAGNIFICENT. YET, FLAWED IN IT’S OWN WAY, IT HAD TO BE MADE UP HOW FLAWED HIS LIFE WAS. AND THAT DIAGRAM WAS NO MAGIC EXCEPTION. IT WAS THE MAGIC DIAGRAM, IRONICALLY, THAT BROUGHT AN END TO HIS CAREER. THAT SINGLE DIAGRAM ‘COST TOO MUCH’. IT WAS PERFECT. AND THAT’S WHEN HE LEARNED THAT HE HAD A PRICETAG SET ON HIS PROJECT. HIS LIFE, HIS WAY OF LIVING, WAS DRAWN TOGETHER LIKE TWO LIPS. IT WAS TOO TIGHT, AND TOO DRAWN UP. UNTIL, IT DEFLATED AND FELL APART. IT WAS LIKE CLOUDS AND WIND WAITING FOR SOMETHING, UNTIL IT HAD TO GO. HE WAS THE END GOAL OF HIS PROJECTS HE REALIZED, AND HE WAS THE CRIMINAL MAGNIFICENT WHO HELD ALL THE DOORGAMES AND ALL THE KEYSTROKES NECESSARY TO MAKE HIS EDUCATION GAME WORKING INTO PROCESS. HE WAS TOO LEARNED, AND HE HAD USED HIMSELF UP ON THIS DIAGRAM. THE DIAGRAM WAS SATAN #1 FOR BE AS IT MAY HE COULD NOT PUT IT TOGETHER QUICKLY ENOUGH, AND BECAUSE HE WAS SO WORN IN HIS BEHAVIORISM, HE WASN’T SURE IF HE HAD PUT IT TOGETHER JUST SO JUST SUCH A MANNER IN SUCH A WAY WHERE OTHERS WOULD UNDERSTAND THAT HE HAD BECOME JUST THAT A DIAGRAMMATIC PERSON. HIS WHOLE LIFE WAS ALIVE IN THAT PIECE OF ENTITY KNOWN AS THE PAGE. THE WRITTEN WORD WAS HIS ASPECT. AND THEY DIDN’T KNOW, BUT NOT TO BE RUDE, TIMES DO CHANGE, AND THAT DIAGRAM WAS NO EXCEPTION. WHEN IT CHANGED IT WENT WORSE, AND HIS LIFE IS WORK WAS DAMAGED. HE HAD A STROKE. IT WAS A LUCKY STROKE, HE SAVED HIS MIND, HIS BEING, AND HIS MATTER UNTIL HE WAS JUST LUCKY ENOUGH TO THINK OF THING OF THAT CALIBER. IT WAS SAD HOW HE COULDN’T THINK WITHOUT THAT DIAGRAM. IT WAS SAD HOW OBSESSED HE HAD BEEN, HOW OBSESSED HE WAS, AND THAT THAT WINTERTIME OF THE SPIRIT WHICH HAD SO CAPTIVATED HIM WAS HIS MOTIVE, ALMOST FOREVER IT SEEMED. BUT THEN, THE WATER TILTED OVER THE BAY AND FELL, AND HE FOUND THAT THERE WAS NOTHING QUITE LIKE THAT DIAGRAM. IT WAS A HIGH POINT OF HIS CAREER, AND THOUGH HE TRIED TO LIVE LIFE BETTER, HE COULD NOT QUITE ACHIEVE THE SAME PROFESSIONALISM WITHOUT THE CODE ACCENT, THE FINISHING THROW, WHICH MADE HIM BETTER THAN THE HELL.
Barkbatch (military philosophy, 8900 BC)
A conversation heard at a party on Orange Street.
She was speaking in a beautiful French accent.
It’s a secret, but I have a devil’s license.
It’s difficult, but I sometimes take people to hell, she said.
I’ll tell you what they do when they are sent to hell.
They lose their receipts and they are sent to virtual reality.
(Anything could happen to them, someone said).
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THE FORTUNE TELLER tlhdstc
I have five options but I choose the best one no matter what. That’s how I know I am the devil.
It’s not infinite, it’s not luck, it’s just enough to meet my needs not yours. Therefore my soul retains it’s small measure of capacity. Thank you for greeting me, I’m.
What did you say? Nephaly. I am pleased you think so. I’m actually bargonaccio number 11, Nephalhim poop to the nephalhim poop. It did not capitalize is as polite as I can be. I’m worm money to the nephalhim even if they capitalized which sounds lucky to me.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine.
They could still capitalize in your language not minemine. X8NephalyCorpses PerhapsSo Perhaps
I am an evolved ecosystem that occurred late. There is no way they no this, so I make money. They do not know I was them in my past life.
I think I could do better in my spare time. Thanks for visiting. You are excellent have a goodtime.
My clients don’t know how unique they are. Once they play a W and W is in ‘caps’ remember, they are parfeitly deserving. You need that so there you go, that is all we are. Me, oh. I am like a wife to that sonovubitch don the straight. He’s gay, no I don’t think so. We’re really the same person it’s embarrassing to related. We’re married, in Nephalhim language we tried to get married but we are lepers like the lowest asses in hades. You are damned, no we relate that you have sympathy, We’re married Thank YOU, I capitalized there is no other answer. I am Nephaly, he is grey as the wonko. No, we are no married legal. It’s complic. We need to be complicit. Since. We.
Hello, you may as well Bargonaccio the big one. We are sincere, we are a couple. Look, I have a vagina in Indian Law. My dick fell off. His didn’t. I need to save my dick. I’m clever enough no doubt. I’m acting like a woman. To prostitutes. See, I have no dick. I am N-eph-a HIM that’s all you KNOW. Really. Go away, I will sell your soul.
I told you WE’RE lepers. Lepers in New Haven no doubt.
I Am. You can tell I’m a cat. Thank you.
Of course I need to learn
You need advice then come back
I AM yours.
I am your GOTO
There is no way 2
It’s expensive to run my house
I practice divination
The ancient
I will sell you weapons anything to HELP it’s like everything to me I’M serious.
Chinese Fortune Telling. Then practice divination.
I don’t think it’s bad luck. I don’t think at all that’s how I run things.
It’s like I’m on Loco chemical, I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t always remember your name.
[When I was the woman I thought I was God] except lowercase like the armada
I WAS GOD, NOT QUITE
Have a moonday I’m practicing divination 2025 March 12
It’s supposedly better to be sexy, really they would like nirvana butt protection or they need to eat milanos.
Moderation is key plays well though the Yellow Emperor is rarely thought to be rich. He buys herbs and stuff, it’s not rich in America.
I might be fourth dimensional that makes me laugh periodte have a period that could be expensive even there at ‘harvard ardvarks’
GOING LEFT (LEFTTE):
This is Nathan too. He’s not such a good woman. He might have more than one soul. He’ll say that sometimes. She might smoke cigarettes or pretend. I’ll mention and re mention it there if you like like your fucked Nephalhim. Good work you lost your job that IS what I’ll say forget the apostrophe periodte
She plays weapons basically, for the Nephaly. Here is one, bargonaccio that is all she plays, she’s god of barganaccia NO ONE PASSES THIS TEST SHE PROVES SHE’S EVERYTHING TO THE NEPHALY
It’s difficult business, she’ll make money someday I gaurantee IT(tlhdstc).
WEATHER PREDICTION
Was your lucky sweater turned inside out? Then it will be colder.
Was your lucky underwear turned inside out? Then it will be warmer.
If both are neutral, the same.
If both return yes, probably depends on factors.
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THE SWINGING WOMAN
Study cloning
The Swing with the Divorcee 233 poodles are the Devil
And no Soiree
The Parable of the Bumblebee and Nirvana 2023–05–12
(Age 10, approximately)
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CHESS FURNITURE AT THE END OF THE WORLD:
- CHEST BOARD. (I’m going to hell. It’s burning up. It’s so beautiful). — TvZ (check devils) — Burning Bridges (check bridges and Phenomenal Education) — TvV TvZ (check zurids and writing on magic items) — Planet Hospital Planet (check devils)
Lost Treasure
- Legacy.
WE THOUGHT THEY WERE GOOD IF THEY WENT EAST
GOLDEN TICKETEE E EVIL TICKET THAT’S WHAT IT WAS
TWO WAYS EAST, THAT’S WHAT THEY BELIEVED, AND THEY SOOK IT LIKE SKY LIGHTNING
THEY WERE GOOD THEY WERE GOOD
SOMETHING ABOUT RED BOOKS
THEY BOUGHT THE LIBRARY AND THEY COULDN’T HOLD ON
TOO MUCH GOOD WAS HAPPENING
THAT’S HOW ALL THE GOOD IS MADE EXCEPT FOR SUFFERING
PROBABLY, THOUGH IT’S ALSO A LIE
CAUSE GOOD COULD EXIST MAINLY THROUGH THE GREEKS, THOUGH THE GREEKS AREN’T GOOD
YOU HAVE TO BE SUPER MEN AND SUPER WOMEN, LIKE MADE
SO WE WERE MADE
SO WE COULD BE GOOD
BUT THAT WAY WE LOSE OUT, WE DON’T KNOW HOW
IT’S A MYSTERY THAT WE WERE EVER REALLY GOOD
SOMEONE MADE THEM OUT OF THOSE BOOKS, MY GUESS
MY GUESSS IS MUCH BETTER, BUT THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE LIKE ME
THEY’RE RARE ENOUGH
IT’S ALL SAND, AND FEELING ONE’S LIFE GO THIN
THEN IF YOU’RE STILL CONSCIOUS YOU WIN—
YOU WIN EVERYTHING ON A CRY, IF YOU’RE IN HELL,
AND YOU’RE MADE LIKE A SATRAP GHOST—
THAT’S ALL
THAT’S ALL THERE IS—
OTHERWISE, YOU CHEAT WITH A DRAGON MISTRESS
YOU WAIT IN THE DARK FOR YOUR CANDY
YOU OPEN THE DOOR AND FIND A PRESENT
YOU TAKE A TICKET AT THE WRONG TIME
YOU ORDER THE WRONG KIND OF WINE
YOU MAKE YOUR KIDS EAT DIRT AND CHOKE TOO MUCH ON YOUR FILET MINON
YOU ORDER TOO MUCH POPCORN FROM OTHER PEOPLE
YOU THINK YOU MASTER HISTORY BUT YOU DON’T
YOU TAKE A LEG OFF THE TABLE AND FIND A REAL GHOST LIKE YOU’RE ONE-DIMENSIONAL
YOU THINK YOU’RE STUDIOUS BUT YOU’RE NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST
YOU VISIT SOME ISLAND AND FIND UNEXPECTED BONES
YOU THINK YOU’RE A CHILD BUT YOU’RE A GOD
YOU MARRY A MYSTERY THAT’S WORSE THAN YOUR FATHER’S JOB
YOU GET A TICKET TO GO SOMEWHERE AND THERE’S NO EXPLANATION NOT EVEN GOD CAN EXPLAIN
YOU’RE LEFT WITH CANNIBALS TO ROT INSTEAD OF BURN
OR YOU HAVE TO MAKE ENDS MEET AND YOU CAN’T
YOU TAKE YOUR MOTHER OUT TO DINNER AND SHE’S ALL COLD
YOU TRY TO KEEP TRACK OF PEOPLE AND YOU CAN’T.
YOU ORDER FOOD AND IT’S SOMEHOW ODD.
YOU MAKE A SALAD AND IT’S CRUELER THAN THE WINTER COLD
YOU MARRY A PSYCHOLOGIST GODFORSAKEN WOMAN FROM THE ANTICHRIST.
YOU SEX IT UP AND YOU’RE THE ONLY THING IN BED FULL OF JUMPING HOOLIGANS.
YOU TAKE MATTERS TO COUNSIL AND THEY WON’T GIVE IT TO YOU STRAIGHT UNTIL YOU MEMORIZE ALL THE LAW BOOKS AND BECOME A CHRISTIAN SAVANT.
YOU TURN INTO A DEADLY BAGMAN WHO JUST WANTS SOME DINNER.
YOU BECOME MORE THAN ONE DOG LITERALLY GNARLING IN THE STREET, OR CAT MONSTERS WITH LABELS ON THEIR OWNER’S HOUSE LIKE “MARRY ME A LARKIN”.
YOU OWN A FEW SHOES AND SOME OF THEM HAVE STORIES THAT DON’T FIT.
OR YOU ARE THAT WOMAN WHO ALWAYS WEARS RED, THEN SHE STARTS WEARING BLUE.
OR YOU START WEARING BLUE AND YOU’RE ONLY TWO.
OR YOU AREN’T YOU YOU’RE THE NUMBER THREE.
OR YOU START SHADING NUMBERS AND MOVING DATES.
OR YOU THINK YOU MARRIED POPCORN, THOSE ARE THE GOOD TIMES.
YOU DON’T WANT TO GO STUPID, YOU DON’T WANT TO BE LATE OR FULL OF MAYONAISE I ONCE SAID.
YOU DON’T WANT TO GET EVERYTHING WRONG.
YOU DON’T WANT A PIANO TO FALL ON ANYONE’S HEAD.
IT’S POSSIBLE YOU UNCONSCIONIZED SOMETHING AND IT WAS BETTER THAN GIVING IT A SINGLE BARREL.
YOU AREN’T SURE.
YOU AREN’T READY.
THEN YOU’RE A MONKEY IN A CLOSET.
OR YOU DECIDE THERE IS SOMETHING RIGHT, THAT IS TERRIFYING.
YOU DECIDE TO BURY ROSES INSTEAD OF PLANTING THEM.
OR YOU DECIDE YOU’RE A GREAT DATE, OR THE INVENTOR OF SPOTTED PURPLE CANDY.
OR YOU JUST LEEK SECRETS SORT OF LIKE SELLING VEGETABLES.
OR YOU DON’T QUITE LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF, THE ARCHITECTURE IS NEAT.
OR YOU WANT TO COVER FOR SOMEONE’S ORDER OF SALAD, AND YOU LIKE RADDISHES JUICY ONES.
YOU TAKE A SERENDIPITOUS STROLL AND LEARN TO CONTROL LIGHTNING LIKE MIMICKING JOEL.
YOU COVER YOUR DEAD BODY WITH DIRT AND THERE’S ALWAYS ANOTHER BODY, ANOTHER BODY TO COVER THE PREVIOUS BODY, UNTIL YOU ARE ALL ALONE WITH A BLANKET AND SOMETHING IS ON THE OTHER SIDE. THERE IS ANOTHER SIDE AND ANOTHER SIDE UNTIL YOU ARE LOOKING AT A MIRROR THAT CONTAINS NO REFLECTION. IT’S NOT A MIRROR, IT’S A PAINTING, SO COMPLEX AND SO GRAMMATICA.
THAT'S WHAT I COULD DO TO PREVENT MYSELF FROM CRYING AND KILLING BRIAN. AND THAT'S HOW IT IS FOR A LONG TIME.
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