Strange Today

Strange today

It’s strange today. Mountains Morphology. As mass clusters at inception, the burden upon me, feels unfamiliar. A fathom deeper. Yet.

The saplings fete, a harsh migrate, yet limbers from a slumber dumb enough to lumber in timber. Squared edges, deceptively relative. All is.

This morning, the ladder was ‘the’ stable platform. An ascension, albeit. Safety in rungs. Reaching up higher than chicken legs can. (Twm)

Propped up three masses together, distressing, remember remember, remembrancers lessons. Learn of the miss match-masters, advancement in observance.

Alway see, the nail isn’t the key, nor the hammer, but ether. Manifestation. I view HIS location(s). PLAY-stations. Seasonal greetings. Accepted invitation invoiced. Posted.

So, digressions beware, after concrete and care. 3 masses concede, my will to succeed. From needle to beam. Coagulate sea(man)….ha.

Triangúlate this. Pythons can lurk, blue eyeshadow search.

I replicate myth, conjure reality clean from the presence see.

At 6am dawning. The concreted ornament, cast in with ties, knitted, revised. Haste never pays. The way’s better way.

I’ll cough as the shutter, reveals a new integer. Integrity’s sleeve. Dimension reprieves.

I’ll sit in my perches, knowing the construction. It’s constrains examined. Translation induced in transductions pursuit. Now swing, a potential, let’s not play reverential. There’s rubble and dust, too much to eat lunch. At least from the floor, although potatoes did fall. Roasts dinner at Paul’s.

Briefly, my nest filled, then emptied to still. Accept buzzing from cold. I love shivering most.

The numbers don’t lie. Pythagorean sigh. I magic the sums, sunshine’s gratitude becomes me. Now 3, where two were. Identical. The imposters, as important to my minds artificial eye as the genuine. Vera said “Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer”. I love everything. We all are matter.

Unleash the sense of no remorse, might influence this thoughtful course. The MATTER is CONSENT. For sure as fuck knows who, HE thinks HE is.

In every state the field is open. We, the ones in sum, forgotten. Into TRUST, I’ll put my number, call it out on a loudhailer. See your stiff upper lip twitch.

Feeling the itch as likings not listening. You take out consent without asking. Well. The few that we needed, thought up. Centrifugal winds, collect, leave, leaves in the vortex, the need without impedance. We succeeded, the remedies.

Now, rounding you up. In teamwork we must, Fight-clubbers reboot. Ignition’s aloof when the essence of US, flow like flux lines outside of the wires confines. See. The electrons don’t flow, like a river of copper. No, they induce a field, on the outside. It’s real. You can pick up oscillation, with some concentration.

Imagine induction, the vast repercussions when manifesting, the love, centred seeing.

A right, equal to every being. Consent cannot be taken. This is a ‘given’ at conception. Cannot unravel this incarnation. Be. Beam. A-framework.

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