Standalone, mind wandering wonder watch
while orbiting Google earth urging an us to form,

once more, we pour peace from cisterns filled in seasons past

Goldilocks zone just right,
as iustasay, when stalking aitia for hints,

first experience in knowing a name for a feeling
justright, then finding later

just and right are totally different words, alone.

So we invented these repairing ideas, and they

convinced us to tie ourselves in bundles,

yes, yes, faciis did form just this way, you were right

in the wrong time.

See, Musing on a Mercury Dime. pop a seal on Hermetic ideas.

Got hung up on Something New from October mushroom think

Mercury and Hermes, are the same functionary in common sense.

Just and right, as words mean the same thing, justright is not more of either.

Just alone has a pile of idle uses, and juxtaposible pro-nuncio- ificator activator

gates. NANDNANDNAND gates, in {Surely, your yoking mr. feynman… allusive alluring}

Time know travel at thought speed, any knower of second level sapience,

once augmented it is next to impossible,
for one to return to a Unabomber- Thereau – Hermit watcher role,

once the circuits in the global can-i-abinoid system have set homeostasis to lean no
learn to lean into
the push come to shove
effort,labor, sweat,
evening out the wrinkles,
smoothing the inferring rubs conferring friction for a name,

say this if you agree, I do not know my name is written on a white stone, and

only I know it. But
I can see how blockchain could function is such a way.

The distribution of goods at levels considered enough, by any sane person may

fall short on the actual need being met to the point of no regret,

heaven has no regrets. So, an answer to the prayer for your destination setter
to activate, not my will, but thine,

as agreed, as the guardians are given grace, time to study war no more, sorta
sit back

and untell all the lies you ever told, about God or anything else.

Justright.
This is my goldilocks zone.
Just and right as one thing, like olden days virtue rewarded.

Thold way where good is
tothought
ought
as if
we were we ‘ redone, a thought
a tittle jot
experiment in experience, vicarious use , set display to warmer

Goethe, the whole way, bliebe doch, do not interrupt,
allow the idea to flow a while, see

we are finding the answer for those people who went or came looking
and
wadda ya know, here ye go, me and the dog , and an odd reader
who felt compelled to finish

before abandoning the spaceship in hope of another outcome, being advertised.

— like peace, peace, when there was no peace. Here, we have abundant peace,
if you are infected, please sneeze effectively,
affectionately,
your local life and truth messengers of unseeable means.

either we pay attention to a whim, or we ignore it, say no,

settle down, mellow out, let me be, and the dog begins to get it,
lies down, staring at the fire,
shakes his head,
like outa my ear, offa my cloud, twosacrow

seen the crow, he rises to confirm by looking out the window,

wanders back, thinking, not yet. why is that a good idea?

it helps us finish a portion of life we otherwise might ignor,

taken as bliss, in campbell myth camp, ignorance can kill a good viral buzz,

say I believe the human body resembles reality,
I dissembalance-ence act or effort, balence meaning on valance
under
stood upon stood, in stead,

{the man who shot liberty valence… he was the spirit and image of}

I where you were, you where I was, novel predicament, imagine

readin’ Harry Potter in 1961.

Declare a muse is as fairies were imagined prior to queens
and princes and such ignoring the core

lief in fielty fealty – to flags, as symbols…

— dash this lie, duh

did he did he not we don’t know, who knows who cares,

commas can show up in a reader’s mind and it will
make it so, watch

reread any thing.
It was different because even in a millie-memory sec,

you for get what you did not see in passant,

made possible by the idea
in those Joke Yokes Feynman imagined being joy
of living long, do-over NAND gate sets of threes,

aiming to pleas,
find the source, who is praying for peace? Give it to ’em.
No charge.

Fret not, they won’t take it. They were asking for a negative,
as a means to repel a negative,

and though the better angels of our nature are drawn to pleas
for answers we know,

we are go charged, they are solid standing stones, with no
urge to roll on, one more
lap around Sirus and we sling shot into ever after that

in terms of knowledge expansion, good newness in puribim terms
we bring to unem,
and people blink, look we all live on the only biosphere mortally accesible,
we should help each other make this work
easier

all we may imagine after evils last lie is unbelieved, unbelievable things are
all
unbelieved in various nodes of knowing enough to know

no one of we in any us knows everything we all know, as
common sense involving evolving
reasoning capacity…

the curve is acceleration of online reading mere
words, no music save the crow,

announcing an arrival,

stories are dropping in from ever when you last
sug-gestated,

as Circe, my god, what a story… odd that the us
in it is aware of you, dear reader,

see in the book of life I read this book and told you
and you read it too,

back in 1962. Right. Where were you going to meet you’re Waterloo?

Every puppy has it’s day, everybody’s got to pay…

scarey as hell, but no truer then than now.

We have sycophants hoping to profit from war now,
the banks that issued the bonds that bought Waterloo,

lent the money for Krupp cannon that sunk Russian ships
a century or so ago,

everything changed but who owns the earth,

after our self evident right to die before lying becomes
life’s highest mortal honor, and purest scorn and hatred is poured our
as useless,
useless
— conversion sys — settle this when did ulcers begin to go away?

Spaceship earth is online now, we observe how great a flame

a little fire, can kindle,

we see the nerve ends on nodes of full blown knowing,
nuclear viral ideas from Toth and Solomon and Kin Hubbard

expanded to any given parable hueristic extent, extreme unlimiting

pending apoptosis, as the cells sweep in to reincorporate

the dust of the earth, for repurposing
next into some less Disneyfied nostalgia, lets get down, and letters rise

to brass tacks, and golden needles, and silver tongues magic pens

surrounded on all side by a fog so truely
beautiful to observe,

I think comfort is what I feel, my peace maker pace passes tip,

Tejon to the bottom, racing like an onion,
down the grapevine grade,
that’s one of those
its in the book of life, we link certain actions to certain things
self evincing an action, rolling

down a mountain,
in this case,

these are most delight full when you see not a single onion,
karoming down a mountain,
into the biggest valley in California, in april,

as it fills with pollen harvesters adapted to survive the poison,

an avalanche of onions did not poison the valley, greedy earthlings did that.

yes, no denying damage done; but healing has begun,

this is all part of that.

Wake the Millianials, say ” its your watch.”

Man of my age in 1985, shrugs his shoulders and asks, aloud,
“Lord, why would you scorn the lovers of simplicity,
have I been lying saying a five year old child can understand it”

Bam, real, like then, the thought, why settle for the simple when if you go a step,
beyond you find sublime sublimiting sublimnal knack

break the fake loki spell, what the hell. Your watch. Wake up. It’s spring of 2020.