How that changes, yet remains the same.

Society never catering to the emotion or need for understanding baselines in societal ease.

Such as I need an address for the majority of my lives bureaucracy needs, yet to afford one.

Such as, it may be healthier for me to poo in public zones but not acceptable socially.

The versions of what mistake means, within family, community zones, educational, economic, etc

When does either cause permanent dis-ease.

Down syndrome, not a disease.

One can infer with learning and life the dynamics that create an ongoing… energy demand without a feedback that provides further learning.

The frequencies or inter-relational systems that cause a downturn in one’s experiencing. Of senses or lack of. Lack of personal processing.

Lack of natural space to self regulate? Food supply changing without labelling, how much cream have a silicon microcrystalline that I have indeed ate?

With the antennaes binging off anything silicon, or maybe it was all the trays the cats pissed in.

Urea and sodium sillicate?

What is the Q10 in your regions processing?

What is your most embarrassing memory?

Mine would be when I was 2-3, too much gas on the top of the hill where we lived, a family outing to the beach, and I shat out finally in the sea.

Floated down the surf break, hit a rich boy in the head.

My goodness he did not forget that for along time, oblivious child I was not even half 10.

 

 

The storage, yes, ss.

You shall meet your match, the one talking to you through others, as we are one! Only when the time is right for the ideal bond, as a service for continuation of the empire!

THAT IS LOVE

“soul mate”

?

Rather smoke the imperial myself.

The silicon shield of tech production, a fluid silicon chip aerosol wind to dog you into yet another global process.

Probably better to talk flotation, ethics pertaining to lifecycles.

If you can draw a decision tree.

How does each word branch for you.

disassociation.

acceptance.

compassion.

boundaries.

Need me to give you more to find yourself amongst your own mess of learning?

You have been sitting and clicking through the options of the internet since you first found a computer. 33 years ago now.

Yet no structure to the path, the journey you are on. Have you retained any of it, each webpage opened?

The madness of option requires self reflection, not a pool.

And so on.

What line brings your the most anxiety?

Peaks and troughs, heart beats.

The stock market value falling?

Who is going to love you now baby?

The knowns without a one paper bias for all of your doing.

The punishment for your fraud and abuse of others, a role, an eternal role? Without making more rolls baker.

We live and die with a respect for time, you are important, need attention, subatomic attention. Was that not the deal?

The deal you made to be something? Other than a disassociating human who tried to insult another and ate out of a kitty litter tray pretending to be them , to insult them?

The fallout. Of your delusion, it would all be ok to keep pretending to be them, not you a human who did not understand social extends pertaining to civility. Not accept yourself and your actions.

Addiction, disassociation, ethics pertaining to lifecycles, blame all those topics instead of ownership of the energy demands you brought into your ship. Of needing to understand something. Yourself?

The flag you now sail for yourself, for eyes wide shut, sub-dom bullshit.

The extends of your profit sector a satellite infrastructure prison always makes one mentally retarded, within a particular zone, you enjoy the mutation rather than own your own narrative of being, so who are you?

Sadomasocistic, see you cannot own that one, that is one of labels that encompasses me, the person you pretended to be.

Instead of accepting projection onto others, mirror neurons for learning and understanding.

Instead of accepting yourself.

A person who tries to take power as a victim of circumstance rather than ownership of why you enjoyed the pain of the frequency to repeat it, go back to it.

As I have said addiction is a funny thing.

Why I am addicted to the ristretto and a few shots of liquor, what has more PAH a shot of coffee or a bump of the cocahina.

Ah but the mercury in the coca, we can use for the downing we corrupted, remember baby blue.

Baby blue is not a baby, an old jaded man, eyes of jewels, head of extinct snakes.

Yet you try call him Russian, medusa, how little you know, how he used an Italian sex pest as the running man Muppet for this show. To be, with ethical integrity.

After the Wes Anderson recap the Tarantino.

What are the real royalties behind the film industry, are they but a signature in a layer protected by an intergenerational reiteration.

Was it a Uniting or a Method?

To determine what may be banned this 20-50 years as an overdone human to human (supposed to be sacred) system.

How much is written in stone, the pivot or the pivotal, are you repeating the same or going against the flow demanding a critique of what repeats without learning. Just adding another layer to ensnare, further delude the means of humanities authenticity of lust and lush every repeat?

Are you STRONG bold enough to stand against a nuclear reiteration undertaken since 1777.

When the water film, the melt, the wash off is a map within itself.

Of ambiguity and unknown, to even bridge on the relevance of specific gravity, the langmuir monolayer, is it a Gas-expanded (G) or Liquid Expanded (LE) film?

The only hope to bridge in a fear of what takes our hominin internal knowing.

Long chain fatty acids…oleic, stearic, palmitic, is your polyaromatic hydrocarbon (PAH) pyrogenic, petrogenic, or biogenic?

Bottled all knowns and resell to pretend you are ontop of the knowing?

 

walking through a market maze, rose petals and bottled essences, dates, fruits, lambs heads skin attached but also split open at the glabella.

Pigs hoofs, bulls testicles, nuts, leather.

Lying on a marble slab, under the walking level to be bathed by flow buckets of warm water, scrubbed back shedding death while also becoming.

Part of another cycle of the same.

Acceptance of decay, acceptance of the limits time space required to rejuvenate.

How many nerve endings do I even have left.

An internal issue can only be highlighted by another, to determine if addressing the pains equates to death.

Meditative states, just a wash over of others demands one needs to separate.

Without apathy, only unlocking.

Thank you for the lesson, I can not learn it again.

You have no use to me, only falsehood in unnecessity.

Thank you yet again.

 

Or the tao created by a gas play of dancing around the same energy insecurity created with another you never met. Never wish to meet in the middle of thay mess.

Just your heart and head taken from you one day sometime after. Landing in a state of rest, yet sitting up with a ball of energy again in front you.

Maybe a crack in the window glass panels beside you.

Lights flickering. Depending on circumstance.

It is the one who has attained the same acceptance of … self other who knows.

Who knows the person you par le with as an equal you oppose with in that time.

At great distance due to the larger nuclear disharmony. A firm agreement though that something was just not acceptable, not digestable in that time.

 

Having been pushed to the ground. Hemps plants nearby duckahit smattering the loamy sand grade earth. Hands throttling the life out of her age 16.

Maybe the duckshit by osmosis kept her alive post loss of consciousness. The peergroups that existed as onlookers whispered the days following.

Not much sympathy for personal trauma, when further trauma is created in acts to expand the issues pertaining to a generation. Those needing to act out in a stance of morality and defiance join the side of we inflicted grievous bodily harm on the guy who hurt the girl.

The family with the hemp plants and ducks have a different stance as per the nights later breakin.

Everything was the girls fault.

Obviously the wheel turns. The cogs fall into place. Construction to mediate Baseline of style to collaborate on a sudden access of funds.

Other businesses attach in the we can refurbish the old against the new and continue the drama not the justice in an issue.

Meanwhile, a series of CA certificate securities convince overseas travellers they are the government because no other way to use an application a certain software on a mobile device.

The drama has new depths.

Labryths and steps.

Meanwhile rubber duckies unify another generation in a different way entirely.

 

 

Baseline economies, energy, frequency, fuel.

Nittering away in the background on repeat.

What is of service to the economy to renew and continue, ecosystem services per region, maintenance requirements.

What energy demands does everyone really need?

Who is on the wrong frequency?

How do I find purpose?

The terms used as a means to collaborate become the problem.

Entities repeat myth to slowly piece themselves back together in space and time and waste.

Only to do so and still never deal with the truth of the situation that created their story.

“What entities do we allow when the myth exists due to avoiding a truth of their historic actions?”

The little girl asks?

Good question little girl.

How many times do we allow a person to repeat a fable without turning the lore into law?

Do we care about the avoidance and actions pertaining to an occurrence to even need to know the truth of the matter, waste more time and space?

What do we need?

Apparently exposure to the problem we avoided a generation or so ago to unify and appreciate the problem.

The appropriate amount of mystery and intrigue.

A grand picnic, to a standard. It seems.

A series of rugs laid out in a city parque. Tiny tables. Parasols. Pots of tea and coffee, flowers. Tiny bowls and portions of food.

A few pets in the mix.

An easel and a painter.

Seeing others never knowing their story. How stable they are, who is a demon in disguise. Who would latch on without giving moments for personal consideration. Whether a conversation shall ever be had to where one is heard in ones learning. Rather than being herded along to maintain a system created from an entities perpetual unknowing.

The standard of the picnic is never met.

Just tacky props for everyone in the end.

 

 

 

That sinking in memory that comes with deep sleep, falling in time yet just motionless in one place.

Balancing time and actions put in motion.
A lack or excess of garments. Sinking in to the abyss.
The abyss, the abyss they call it the memory of time itself. Better to dream hangings and dead bodies intertwined flowing than a shit eating corporate mess.
Can you clarify with all this nuclear de-enrichment- the real cause of war.
Detracting from intelligence in collaboration and historic planning the phase or piper diagrams that define or correlate penalty elements, reagents and mineral liberation that then led to the decision of anionic rating of flocculant use to match?
The catchment zones for gases, vapours and ether within design the elemental ambiguities?

Not just another same system model distillery?

Not just clarify more butter or ghee?

No more tee hehe.

The steps before pressure and pumping systems for fluid flow how that have been made in system designs.
The steps before frequency use and coding is applied to induce or regulate a brownian notion.
To what extent do you exacerbate rheopectic states, with such frequency rates to force irreversible breakdown within decision making of any nuclear being across the globe in any state.
Thixotropic, be thick? Get juicy?
Be the noise not the potential?
That archaic coping mechanism has gone to the wayside again entirely.
In this chess court stalemate.
Maybe just sleeping on the floor not a memory foam mattress is the learning. Majo and maluch need time out again from everyone else’s madness. Your crops had the Bidens pilosa problem and you all ate the yellow flowers, we ate the little purple flower mosses. That grew from a particular type of lime or cement at that time. Stayed alive longer, buried above your desperation and needs.
That was along time ago, I hope by now you have all learned your botany.
Without accusing me or misconstruing me when I state a fact about a plant not a person regarding flora. Straw headed mop haired brown dog mob. Leave me be with my fish headed friend he has been through quite alot. Accept your hat topped pyramid is now a nabla on a different note. No excuse for the ongoing human to human abuse.