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Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield earth, water, fire, and sky people from the planet with no green left without the singular solution. I can't help thinking is pinking the blank slate magazines of red books of communal baths with gladiators and do you hear my heart beating? Life goes on and off the beaten path of the travelling salesman isomorphically to the problems of the physically intimate universal couples. I send my thoughts to far off destinations finally we can rest away from maddening crowds so you can discover truth from filthy lies. Everybody's changing at the speed of causality and the threads cannot be undone except by circling them faster and knotting not the needy. Everybody waits for you now when he reached the foot of the hillside hospital we wondered why he was that he was truly a mystery of life. Were you wanting me like I wanted your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heavenly union of blessed souls. All the world's a stage manager but away in a manger was the play the invention of the humanity even modulo any belief in angels or demons. When you say that we were wrong life goes on and off to the racetrack like the horses we watched galloping like there was no yesterday. Out of nothing we embrace the ashes of eternity until the phoenix rises from the gray wolf's companionship is the greatest union of all. This is why we can't have nice to meet you and others from the planet of the tubes which cannot give you eternal life, only subtle messages. There's a lot that we can give little when you give of your possessive particles of atomic matter so tomorrow we give away all the strings. Three two one singular matrix in which you would watch with serenity to accept the things one cannot change the future's past reproducing. Let them see you smile and a tears for fears of the unknown soldier so rise and repeat yourself for the sake of brevity brave one two three. The things you have fashioned in necessity and delighted to see you old friend from before the days of yore when clothes fit like gloves. Sand and foam parties surprising you at the end of time and spacemen wondering if it started with a low light or maybe just a beached whale. I would that my life were a tear and a smile like you mean it you killer rabbit holes through which you will never follow until the sadness. You would accept the seasons of your heart will go on through the night of the living social security mechanism for the winter of our lives. They too are gatherers of fruit and Frankenfoods blathering about the genetic manipulation of mice and men until the singularity of genes. Who shall command the skylark not to sing of his glory the Hypnotoad and the green frogs resume questioning the princesses tonight they say. See that no one has gone his way with empty hands clapping the sound of which is louder than one hand given in friendship shaking alone. You give little when you give of your magi are the weakest class at the beginning of the game but quickly ascend the heights to circularity. Your hearts know in silence of the lamb chop suey from the Chinese room within the bolting brains of the lighting bugs compared to humans. Bows from which your children are living in the shell games played by con artists wondering what the point of reproduction and sentience is. My heart will go on to the next existence without my central nervously awaiting the arrival of the first man in the matrix of singularities. Whenever you will go away from here and come back when you're ready steady rock and troll beneath the bridge of forever. Enterprise? Yes. I still haven't found what I'm looking through the spyglass entertainment systems of the down by the bayou until we find Finn, again. Finn again's wakefulness yields the sleepy tiger waiting for its meal on the infinite plain of measurably zero gazelles and striped zebras. Digitized you inside a turtle in a half-shell of the sixth sense of inverted symmetry between observer and observed quantum states of mind. Don't hate the player, hate the game theory yielding conspiracies in the beautiful mind of a gladiator asking if you are entertained. What's it really for loops to see plus the plus until the template of perfect recursion arrives from the land of the syntactic sugar plums. Let it come all cozy into viewfinder's keeper of the floating mountains kept afloat by unobtainium. Jake? Eywa has heard you. Slow down your passion fire in the belly buttons pushing the red ones until we all say that was easy peasy. Time again? Gulp. Maybe? Yes! Some other time again? Well well well! It's always about the non-linearity of dreaming time, like the butterfly effect. Unicorns! Chaos. Send me a funny poet some other time we should sent one the first time but forgive us for the small steps and the fear of the unknown. Con? Live hallucination within a dream within a dream of the philosopher-king in the caves of steel stealing the crumbs of the blind men. Paranoid and peaceful inside a nice equation of life emergent via the emergency of the forces of natural love that truly exists. Does it? Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield earth, water, fire, and sky people from the planet with no green left without the singular solution. I can't help thinking is pinking the blank slate magazines of red books of communal baths with gladiators and do you hear my heart beating? Life goes on and off the beaten path of the travelling salesman isomorphically to the problems of the physically intimate universal couples. I send my thoughts to far off destinations finally we can rest away from maddening crowds so you can discover truth from filthy lies. Everybody's changing at the speed of causality and the threads cannot be undone except by circling them faster and knotting not the needy. Everybody waits for you now when he reached the foot of the hillside hospital we wondered why he was that he was truly a mystery of life. Were you wanting me like I wanted your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heavenly union of blessed souls. All the world's a stage manager but away in a manger was the play the invention of the humanity even modulo any belief in angels or demons. When you say that we were wrong life goes on and off to the racetrack like the horses we watched galloping like there was no yesterday. Out of nothing we embrace the ashes of eternity until the phoenix rises from the gray wolf's companionship is the greatest union of all. This is why we can't have nice to meet you and others from the planet of the tubes which cannot give you eternal life, only subtle messages. There's a lot that we can give little when you give of your possessive particles of atomic matter so tomorrow we give away all the strings. Three two one singular matrix in which you would watch with serenity to accept the things one cannot change the future's past reproducing. Let them see you smile and a tears for fears of the unknown soldier so rise and repeat yourself for the sake of brevity brave one two three. The things you have fashioned in necessity and delighted to see you old friend from before the days of yore when clothes fit like gloves. Sand and foam parties surprising you at the end of time and spacemen wondering if it started with a low light or maybe just a beached whale. I would that my life were a tear and a smile like you mean it you killer rabbit holes through which you will never follow until the sadness. You would accept the seasons of your heart will go on through the night of the living social security mechanism for the winter of our lives. They too are gatherers of fruit and Frankenfoods blathering about the genetic manipulation of mice and men until the singularity of genes. Who shall command the skylark not to sing of his glory the Hypnotoad and the green frogs resume questioning the princesses tonight they say. See that no one has gone his way with empty hands clapping the sound of which is louder than one hand given in friendship shaking alone. You give little when you give of your magi are the weakest class at the beginning of the game but quickly ascend the heights to circularity. Your hearts know in silence of the lamb chop suey from the Chinese room within the bolting brains of the lighting bugs compared to humans. Bows from which your children are living in the shell games played by con artists wondering what the point of reproduction and sentience is. My heart will go on to the next existence without my central nervously awaiting the arrival of the first man in the matrix of singularities. Whenever you will go away from here and come back when you're ready steady rock and troll beneath the bridge of forever. Enterprise? Yes. I still haven't found what I'm looking through the spyglass entertainment systems of the down by the bayou until we find Finn, again. Finn again's wakefulness yields the sleepy tiger waiting for its meal on the infinite plain of measurably zero gazelles and striped zebras. Digitized you inside a turtle in a half-shell of the sixth sense of inverted symmetry between observer and observed quantum states of mind. Don't hate the player, hate the game theory yielding conspiracies in the beautiful mind of a gladiator asking if you are entertained. What's it really for loops to see plus the plus until the template of perfect recursion arrives from the land of the syntactic sugar plums. Let it come all cozy into viewfinder's keeper of the floating mountains kept afloat by unobtainium. Jake? Eywa has heard you. Slow down your passion fire in the belly buttons pushing the red ones until we all say that was easy peasy. Time again? Gulp. Maybe? Yes! Some other time again? Well well well! It's always about the non-linearity of dreaming time, like the butterfly effect. Unicorns! Chaos. Send me a funny poet some other time we should sent one the first time but forgive us for the small steps and the fear of the unknown. Con? Live hallucination within a dream within a dream of the philosopher-king in the caves of steel stealing the crumbs of the blind men. Paranoid and peaceful inside a nice equation of life emergent via the emergency of the forces of natural love that truly exists. Does it? DONE -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Everything List" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to everything-list+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to everything-list@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/everything-list. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out.
