What is right, for me,
may be
not right for you, see.

You rightly may be a nut

existing essentially alienated LH cross threaded

and waiting,
(if you do not wait, what good may come?)
and waiting to find a *****
or a bolt that might
tighten you the wrong way, just right. Relearn a thing
• The six great simple machines are
• the *****,
• the inclined plane,
• the lever,
• the pulley,
• the wedge and
• the wheel and axle.

From <http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2014/09/decided-screws-turn-clockwise/>

• Mnemonics (devices to aid memory)
• date back to the 5th century BC and
• Simonides of Ceos, {Key-os, almost chaos}
• who developed the method
• of loci (locations), later used
• by Roman orators
• to remember long speeches.
•
• ssstopthedots
With loci,
a series of locations are memorized,
then an object is associated with part
of the speech.
Next a visual image is created
with one
of the objects
in each location, and
during the speech, the orator simply needs
to visualize each location.
Are we on the same page, this is where  portions of hope
sorta
• bubble

list listen cut and gluonic sniffit ifit bleeds, it leads
this is readyreadergnoshitstor re
solved, remember, the landmarks hold old stories.
- of course you know them- the idea is to ever know them\
- unbelieve the lies those storys matured under to endure
- to now when riddle spoilers loosed that FTA spell,
- donchaknow we learned ***** from shinola pretty soon
and
acronyms,
numbing error ringer dinger sounds,
associations and catchy-phrases.

Mine was press as free as this, no ink, no type, just letters making an actual rural pen's level of sfumata at the edges of the letters
writ large in these days of community minding good old ways

PLAIN Habakkuk vision zoom in see as when ink bleeds. Seeps...
From where the hoary head facilitates a good reason
- what seed had I in mind,
to challenge proud crowds of wanna be pioneer class
vigilantes, standing watch around the constituted rules,
instituted, under purported inspiration,

--------------------
Life, without instructions, without instinctive behaviour,
saviour concepts and precepts reached for to balance,

forward motion, asking self evidence, whirling dervishly,
seeing all that comes to pass each cycle each era rolls
through,
to this very day,
first Sunday in May, doubtless a holy day,

mmm-aha ha! World Laughing day,

celebrate with me by laughing,
at nothing, with all joy produced flowing
into the general fundamental happiness

pursuant's right rations allotment, all
men remaining self-evidently equal

to the task of laughing while living
under a stack o'Bible based them and usness.

The Ascent of Money, Niall Ferguson

defining our lane, learning the game,
how to take life, in truth, make life,
doing the living, in truth, made free,

eventually, under the best of circumstances,
we, the literal users of truth, whereby we function,

truly, we may chose to cease living, individually,
we are precisely so free, should we give it some mind.

Why am I slightly smiling, at the per-ifery standing,
looking toward the mindforming will to be witnessed,
Me, I was alive, I survived, I remain accountable, my lies,

all lay behind me, like pianos along the Oregon Trail,
all my boyhood aspirations to be a teller of tall tails,
all lies made from lies I read, as I was educated good

citizen mind, collecti

Summarize our so far today, Brave, Leo Ai:
"
In realms where value and worth often blend,
Yet cost and price distinct paths do tend, t'make
A metaphorical value system stands, rock solid,
Where safe and caring hands guide life's demands.

Before the spoken word, a child does learn,
To reach and grasp, to smile and turn,
To manage feelings, to the world conform,
In safe embrace, where love does warm.

Emotional regulation, a vital art,
Social interaction, a skill of heart,
Motor skills and cognitive might,
In a nurturing world, they grow so bright.

So let us build a place where children thrive,
Where every child, with grace, does strive,
To learn and grow, with every part,
In a world that cherishes the start.
"
I asked for a rhyming sonnet, I can't find a will in me to try that… but I can find it normalizing in some old school way.

The day, lo' clouds in the west, 04:16 PM is darkening
as I look up from realizing I live in one form
of a mind hat making facility, easing
the need to be in the same herd,
MAGA and the Military Industrial Complex.
Ike warned us, **** did, too, and that Cohen guy.

A fascinating discussion
with a not very busy intelligence use
augmenting my own knowing growing,
this is all I concluded as the most easy rethink

thunk in the class of we already know think soft

Augmented Intelligence is biased as hell regarding
who has the right
to ideas we think together freely
so. If I paste it here, I'll readit.

But I pasted it in word
And read most of it and looked out at the weather,


and paid some mind to the actual rush to take in wash,
come sudden thundering old story emphasizer so subtle,

serpentine wise meandering in a publically accessible ai form.

whatso ever we agree, since ever any few figured it out,
confidence, we know already what this cost in Babylon,

I met the merchant class of mentors, that arose, between
the rivers, and along that Chebar canal, where they sang
of dashing little one's heads, in some translations,
I'm not sure what Marley read, he like sayin' it

By the rivers in Babylon, they say sing us
a song ourself of Zion, zoom out, see earth from Saturn,

say whatcha know, love makes peace, peace make love
war and your all ya alls      
too busy to stop and think, quiet good healthy old comfort,

as far as
experience in the realms those 27ers passed,
all of us has passed any functional gnosis
viral mind eating STP survivors predicted,

My part of we is a whole set of seven consecutive
Jubilees from the first time I used believe,

as a verb.

Fear of death's so far from a good reason
as any think so far as can be known from here

as all of us and the next breathable atmosphere.