i've heard it said: these are not the acts of good people

i've heard it said: these are not the acts of good people
is it
something we can capture this essence of existence
it is a question
without an answer 
remember that stoic kant as he wrote about imperatives
analytic and synthetic
a priori 드드드드 dadadada
manifestations of mental trips
so who's concerned about falling down
stairs and ladders and firemen and bopping 
wars in the streets plundered a port  a post
eriori far  aday -electric the big b & brass
off such dark little-blue_lines
a year ago - who remembers
memories of mimiiics - oh -
mimicry - hush - 0b0 ; it' si ' oh - him/of course
dead - the country
biomimicry everything dead
blues removed distance outside
present, but we all must know - no - now - it good 
             of the damned usele s s points
important one of the most
important d's the big D's that 's
so wasted in the european world             of education
we {'ve} all heard it @lynchinredgood
stand up b   ow out was woke
methods of mannerisms
that IS the sense of hearing we know of from our illustrious
natural wizards
leading the operational
charge camouflage
pattern design industrious victorious
merit merit merit! what great word chants ^ tariff*3! isysysay with exclamatory magnificence
magnanimous malevolence reveng(e)nce
everybody rejoice
signature ~ the very best ~ and that other is so bad
lousy ledgerers
big problem death up there in ladderterritory 
SHOO u̷n̷h̷i̷n̷g̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷r̷e̷a̷t̷s̷ fears upris{ign}  ting
war at wards municipality 
faroffborders impervious laughnolaugh silence @ incompetent
big blue cities
fire men!women! where are the heroes of my childhood
indecent at lasting = fasting Ю путин 
nor strange remorse
loyalty fealty senility
some say, at least that,
's what i heard
                     say   

sometimes i get nostalgic

my neighbor spied another neighbor masturbating wild. right. what did you do - i asked what would you do - i pondered that while this

i was in the attic

we don't go up there often and there's no light up there
so i've got my phone light
and there's lots of boxes and junk
but
sometimes i get nostalgic and i look
at pictures of me as a kid
and joe is there and my

old dog tony

and it's late in the night - everyone's sleeping
so this night i'm in the attic
there in the window - he - you know - the neighbor is
going at it or whatever - you know - in the blue-green shimmering tv light
so i crouched down with the light off behind
boxes
cracks peered out
when he - you know - splat - onto his bare chest
he kind of rubs it into his torso
and then puts his computer next to him
where i could see what hes watching
when he got up
and on the screen was me playing with the kids in the

back

yard

i would not have watched

mine master

fRee |macro| market moves the bullish bullhorn
            numbered weekend registered
there as frilled-grilled-massaged tarnished statistics
            flaunted well/managed water break
fast Americanizations @lifepain/free in wanton
    leftist !momentums
suckers - 1 / minute -
force becomes political...moral issues turned political softballs for a rightist
not c
i am a c sheepishly
she [insouciantly] is a not c
and proud {so the claim States}
mental bullets captivate her online
                 arena
                 their gyrations irrational pride-full-
slowly slippery slanting
      running *racing*
          rampant
             perceptions of disenfranchisement disenchantment disinterred
just like the ban just like the never-right
just like the historical
just like the faulty speak
just like the need to see the need to be
just like the necessity to necessitate
longing separation emblazoned
             empathy is illusory:
                    time won't change this "tune
"only
you

\/GeunHuy

Sullied Bellwether

Raspberry syrup will be rotted  :the smell is goose                                    
                                                                                                           Let's see
poo: עץ עציק : The Blessing of the Know-to-dos
                                                                                                           Let them Rest
        

                   And, in Other words = the difference between them she was forced to wear her hat
                              radon electrified the cellar [his laughter] spoke with meddling malice
                      Dumile thanks please pleas
                   
                    A description of the description
                                                                                                           Make a Noise

The decision was taken by the following woman: In this case, there will be an additional (+/-) amount of space
         And they will be integrated {Sicily - Duneih}

                                     it's the distribution
of liquidity
Liquidity!
liQuidity!
               "Yes," Shumishev muttered in reticent agreement     .third
methods
         will continue to be implemented in near future upgrades to manifest the tithing that is a sign for titillation
     
                       !the Group! #weare100yrsold

          and thus it dangles

and rang to the count for man the lesser in the upper right corner
           "Do not press exit"
                                                                                                        Let the rain flow

                   ?Can You BE


/3 Dumab Dasha/

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7.

turban ed separatists castigated the poor
boy
today

i watch it. so i . know

it's built on sands
of slipping down into
ears. slapping wistful winds

c
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n ä vw. 88 wasser

now the wretched east injun
just dont sweep.
fast enough. presents jackanapes persiflage
malingers in the stair
cornears 4

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Joseph beuys
basim magdy time meant nothing but
the slow decay of meaning

i don't know why i tend to feel on the verge of crying #fearoffuture

i don't know why i tend to feel on the verge of crying #fearoffuture
they canonized that twat teresa
as if to say to hell
with all of you who think you know so well some of us should
suffer not for the rewards
for a figment of one man's imagination
spread like a virus through the annals
of anthropological history
archived in the disheveled remains
of those previous primitive peoples we still know
so well. hear me? i doubt it none's listenin'
not to me anyhow - sad sack \ lo$
there is a truth but not one that looms
off in the nebulous ephemeral
indeed you're responsible
just as much as I
and now we can sit there and chuckle
knowingly because i believe
you feel as i feel
skin deep - deep deep in the depths of the layers
uncover soma rchtow ard just as such the
knoll the bloody knoll!

as the city burned, nude yoga

as the city burned, nude yoga
ensued. within the white walled
free-pure macro moved the Bullish
       integered weekend;
there & grilled-massaged with poverty
       itself: chocolate-life
           pain-free
    for non-phallic plans of freedom;
not the suspended
zen-yoga dude
captivating the online speculations
through nude
manifestations! as only the video can emasculate
 or eradicate iridescent fur
niture
pride. long shaved remote areas
now unshaven. glistening
moist slightly drizzled
 droplets olive oil or baby
  oil beads of mattered
  life plasticized on her forward face
and necklessed around pink slow sloping
curves; we dreamed of it all
as numbers nonsensical
waged war; he refused to hear
that anyone could mesmerize unsustainable
  movements that day: and,
and this: the city burned
[the whole time the city
burned]

clay feet

the roof i live under is made of sheets
of metal slick sharp slippery
that sing in the heat and
batter in rain

i memorized the lines of your face, instead of
dreaming of you
i draw you in crayons
and markers:
the watercolors bead on the wax
and i picture your teardrops
rinsing past my eyes and lips
gently on yours
graceful transcendent cheeks

drank all i could, to follow you,
just or ill-advised
trough-full of unwarranted {i say unwanted} pleas
that i leave
on your doorstep
and i wait
to hear nothing but the soft rain ring
on my sheer metal roof

peat moss

we should die so that i could get respite
but not
lose you in the emptiness if
their desiring eyes
canvas the curved territory of your saucy figure
fugues of indistinct harmonies
sphagnum
damp sucking

and she is thirsty in her one legged pants
hobbling from her cassava farmer's minefield
as nutty as we are to
believe
that someone
or this union
could do something
disinterested

many years ago arrogant lines drawn and plasticine explosive mines
planted in the peat moss

today she's crowned miss landmine
and tears aren't enough
to absorb
the neglect
of kissinger

As it is today

Today you've got questions
, and to provide water
and electrolytes
(and PH, for sure)
they've worked so I put
these questions to both
of you
as an {associate and} another one
specifically for those as it pertains
to graduation and entrance 
[que]stions, as it may be
               are all these questions worth
the qualification?
whether it begin or end
             to whither or flourish
from an operating technician's point of view
   there is little difference
other than the sound
                 and
    the presence of a midwife
of course biochemists think this way too
  and that's got to be reassuring
especially to anesthesiologists
                 or loved ones of the
                                                   inflicted.

                  gather them all in 2009
  all the strands are available //.gob.ve
in this series there
           where we sit at the end and the start

gnathostomata

malodor of foul potato
resurrects the scent
of fortunes and fables
in an awakening dawn

bait the hook alarm the
dead
only saints walk at this
time
only the glassy eyes of the
walleye carp
crappie or

muskellunge {ojibwe's
ugly pike} bellows
cast past the vast orifice of the bass
mouth or the sawed
snout of the northern
exhausted in solitude on
an eerie lake

5 hundred million years of life fated
says destiny
today captured
tomorrow sibilated
gaped
suspended

purify the teleost

cooked in lard and fried for dinner

quotient

monks relax
clap debate
i talked to a monk
for forty-five minutes
he never asked my name
he never asked my age
he didn't wonder why
i was there
he asked where i came from
i asked him why
he was there
he talked about food
and living
and meditating
by himself alone
without drink women sport tv
stress in smoggy streets
up above
lofty mount climbs w/
pale conefirs
sleepy luring bird songs
his answers he gives me
paint only impressionist
pictures
smiles, he's all smiles
at 20 he's all
smiles 

ledge

all the edges looked burned
decidedly insightful
standing there on the cliffs
overlooking the pale blue sky
filling the sad sea
ocean-caressed shore dotted with craggy charcoal
rocks & jet coral
{pilfered for medallions and statues
illegally harvested} branches
on underwater trees
reaching thru family trees
two stared into silence

she wondered (as was her
methods) why he didn't
hold
her the way she was used to [used to do
when they fell] asleep close
d on each other 's warmth of under
garment
drapes / she wondered why - with the power
of her mind - (shadowy imprecise
bundle that, love)
why she didn't roll over and rest
her head on his
pale bony shoulder 

it's she said like burnt toast
           so                      crunchy     so delicious  
        ly salty

craggy in her mind
he stared
sticky hands cheeks

doorways

i’ve left you these are the words

as much as i wished as much

for you or me

gazing out holding your shoulder

upon the ojingeo bae

lights glowing pinpoints in blackness

sneaking through the barriers

buoyed by trained

scrutiny or an overdeveloped awareness with marching

orders. clear enough as

you might expect {only as real as mind’s connections}

calculating furlongs in fortnights

your face as near to mine

you were my all

and my everything except these

that i leave with wishes

tethered in time

nonexistent

me.

there’s nothing else for it

except to leave you this

my only belongings.

Redacted

i've been redacted.

i've bee n e ra sed a     ure        al
austerity

individual

first there was one
afraid but undaunted     willingly
subject to disgrace, symptomatic
affliction made prey
upon within isolated cooperatives {coops} co-opted
beleaguered conglomerates
to live to survive to imagine
ultimately alone.

after the jibes & jaunts of the explicable, then
    inexplicable (surprising, it may seem)
      we thrust upon us, arrives the birth
of a second - the a priori twin - such a sweet
ghostly visage
who shouts *yelps* "i am!"
  who sees what physically
limited cannot; who resides in
   the aethereal ephemera of forms
     far to near too distant from here
      also here where there is no here here
       (or there there for that matter)
   in effect, pure grandeur:eternity

, immortality, the pristine fundamental idee
elusive in it's humanity - interacting
    immaterially
     mingling, engaging   in    phatic
       small-talk discussing amongst
others [how well are you doing?] the nature of
consciousness. the gist of whom relates to whom
                  or womb to womb
         as non-physical instantaneously
      becomes physical
{{as she wonders} i wander
too distantly..}

contemporaneously one has become many, contemplated
that of those master of mind, a collective as
 {plaster of paris coats}
 microbial bacteria, trillions to be
    sure, amount to the illusion
     we are one or i am one to your beauty
  to hold constructs surrounding
the complex biomes at work
below the surface within the surface
          the fractal patterned
              microcosmic
source of simple [simply complicated]
single cells.

remember about judging books or false-claiming
indivisibility - reserved for one, which you are not
nor am i nor are we, despairingly,
as elusive as manageable [-ness of creative
thought worth your open eyes drawn toward
the light of the ceiling in
the fan
spinning
feels] like chaos but is really probability+
statistical maneuvering, hoovering
as full of soul to empty the tank
      -ards after desultory celebration, 
yet, it could be as simple as me holding you
or you holding your hand-in-hand
mine. and in the end it's just the end.
        
and that's wonderful if you ask me.




{but no one is} 

how we call something when we call it

how we call something when we call
it, rambunctious labels as deleterious
as innocuous - is it possible to be a vacuous
configuration {question} -
but always categorizing every experiential^fragment
from the first gasping breath to the very second in which we begin
again. it's magnified

in comparisons when one thinks
in truths as contrast at its heart to just
one will of the world. imagine our friend spinoza without
his definitions or the main-man wittgenstein without
red. now ellipsis means more than
circular reasoning > has in store. and which pause is real?

extremist rhetoric: babbling bombasts patter
preeningly clamoring for the attention of
the vacant eyes & ears desperately clinging
to the sounds of words that carry some far off notion
of what it means to call something something (hence,
   the gesticulation). shrouded with images

the question has to be what benefits come from bamboozling
ideas $ things into boxes? to better know them
so as to alienate or differentiate or pontificate. as ourselves
as ours mimed in silent performances fomenting
lickety split = right away mr
Speaker = obsequious as silk stuffing
in a teddy bear shirt - like jelly beans
with mountainous
     hash tags as friendships.

number s dupe as symbolic as the others
aligned amidst a {ready for it} [it's the denoument]
world laden in endless strife. the suffering
guides the destruction of plasticine pictures
captured without regard & less is more. they believe
and we abide. our essence

is the same as all other phenomena. in harming them
we harm ourselves ... % agitation of strife can be
overcome by identifying with others. he's talking
about empathy there i think.  alas the renaming
means freedom for the deliverer but binding for
the receiver. and bound and boundless and
bound

by the hollow significances that are our intentions
as calls for constant alienation constantly resonate
in the halls of the conventions
where determinations of codified identifications
perform a theatrical interplay. remember the design
for unification - unity is a ploy - 

why so worried about how to do? why so nervous - friend +
what;'s there to do but spend?: spent your time puzzling over the latest
spat between party makers, spent the days driveling over the gushers
& look where that got {amen sister}
transitions. closer to an essence
that doesn't belong in dreamy reality ^ offered ^ we
nonchalantly kick the bucket.

lost again or my common unnerving struggles with intermittent dementia

lost again
it's lost again
just when i thought it was where
it was supposed to be
it was all pretend

i could have
remembered better
i could have branded it in my brain
just to find it there
where i thought i left it fettered

they're fleeting
transient occasions,
thoughts are, filtered thru the minutiae
of every second of awareness
a sentient being takes a place in

mundanities
form perfunctory
chores that leave precious little
room to store where
i've put my damn property

accouterments
are only things, true
and things can be replaced, of course
but i really wanted to never let
this one thing loose

it's reality
that does this to me
the realization i can't hold on to
the prizes that i've stored
along my countless journeys

so what? as
i knew you would say
and maybe it's nothing and never was
something or maybe it's
a sign of mental decay

i'm getting
old - so are you -
with full stores and little room for new
shelves or newer
ideas to peruse

it's a place
i've been often
not knowing how i've got to
where i am or if
i'm any nearer my own coffin

that's not to
be bleak or morbid
just an observation i hide in storage
as i search thru
all of the things i thought i'd already sorted

i'll never
find it not like this:
upset, worn, and flustered i should 
break down and admit
this search i may as well dismiss

it's lost now
i won't track it down
no matter what closet i look in
or rug i lift
the damned thing's not to be found

it's like that,
life, i suppose
things come in and then they go

for the life of me, though,
after all of this commentary,
i can't remember what i've lost
or why it was even necessary

mush {sponsored by Life® Cereal}

There's some special enmity reserved for blizzards and such
and white creamy viscous mush
like the lush who the librarian has to constantly hush
   {-ed up exchanges drawn
                                    rigidly like bars of cages
     back and within politician's darkened negotiations - that's euphemism, comrade}
Stuck in muck with cars smashing and hashing 
amidst broken plastic and bent up alloys
                    nothing as depressing as an auto that won't go or as desolate as a cold
            bowl of old
        soggy oat
    meal with beaten up raisins in the deal
who wants to eat that anyway?
not even the dog likes the look of it
 /Insinkerators® eat indiscriminately/
Intertwined along the same
lines are the produce selections
   Don't we deserve to know where it comes from
and who picked it?
       Now  Let's talk candidly about the warming oceans...It's easy to forget
about the fishes we don't see or hear their wishes
               in canned tuna (in Cancun!) with Parasite Eyes
                                                           Pull them out and slop them down
Do we really think
we have a negligible effect?
And then there's the sausage
Tasteless
Remorseless
it's torture really we don't like to admit it whether it falls or sticks whether it's tall or kicks;
it's coping mechanism 101 or denial 202...
and we're acing it
It's a million little plastics:blocks on the floor in [sic] kid's playroom (sure fortunate to have a playroom don't get the wrong idea or intimate there's a different issue altogether) that's damned impossible to walk thru in the dark {!workout¡} without
stepping on
                 one
                                   blasted nuisance
       "falling stalling slippery slush all fluffy and heavy and cold to touch"
what about the trees? will they be blown away or their roots
damaged or the dishes cracked¿
it has to be asked
Even though nothing can{ned™ gods©} be done about t t t it [insert emoticon winking eye] traveling's the thing                                                                 it can't be done so sew,
wait [under weight overweight heavy weight], and watch
 ssss tall ed by blizzards and such
She says "isn't it lovely so fresh and innocent"
but she knows there's nothing innocent about it
Because someone has to clean it up.

Communication

I have a question: is the average based on only the overall exams at what percentage and how does the written factor in?

Your final is this your final examination or
are you crzy
freshman dances?

Final.

That''s not enough to perform the top 80% - LOL u r not in line w/ quals.

Read the blog posted Black.

what called black? is that real

God's hymen
eh? =a-dhknrhyhadd :] maybe he's drinking.

Congrats on you're enthusiasm and zeal! say it w/ love and confidence.

Hi there you do not just talk begin field your face and your RANK
!
I remember the educational answers percentage wise but not
the background
otherwise I don't know - ashamed

I ttly agree with medicine thirty two @pegah look #hotstuff that's what makes perfect
sense. JCSS

unfortunately not - depending on the outcome top it off

TAKE A CHILL PILL PLAGIARISTS!!!!!!!!!!NOMW!!!!!!!!

@mongrel so good that someone might have a negative impact on the average sensation #examkeeper not to far off bit.s/hxcw/h56

now that's talking.

@sensationalhairlip here's a notice you might like hjf/skko.skjjkd/lpi check on then gbtm

@cncrashonmi not sure about the results could be #godlike but not surprised

I'm so nervous I'm 88 yrs old and have no influence. i don't know how they work maybe
up or down.

there always talking about casualties @hairlip now #medicalemergency not just walking away!

Such a law if ever I heard one...your ability to trust in God...sing his praise

You can put up to 3 months to get married?
I think you know what I mean
For success in exams and achieve what you want is a set of factors that go hand in hand equation is one of them!
All these factors together like gears that are Mvnnd that would play
       a particular purpose.
Try your quest for success

I have 1 question?
One of my friends was just experimental mathematics education consultant told her region did not affect the GPA
Aya, right?
Courses not even shared the same effect?

Incidentally, this is the time to ask some other people... That is now fixed share of 25% (for the string is less than 25%) of the rank of exams, 
the final exam will be taken and tests are now 75 
percent.

Thanks so much everybody for all the clarification! God be praised #gogodgo