the ultimate are bite error detector

whoa different story...five weeks into this boxy boy is boxy boy the boy with boxes who will travil...oh much better story than

oops she did it again as if we were not doing this for eva as the oops people like to say oops the boxy boy playing the game tcaught

by grammy to the father of the father of the current corner boy the reck looking out for the old bill as the boxes are bailed to the blue

ball of light not so bright as the brightest light in the lamp of lala lane land loot ludi judy christ the last name of the first grammy who granted

the grand pooh bear the baring to be best...

after all who other than a builder of bro thel

would this tweet swell sell the sweat smell

the sound of of suchsuch Ness Elliot aside...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Christ_Trump

bozo plays three card monte with the ever spreading star struck staff of solipist somnambu

lie eyeon sss soulful lie selected sin by sin by the sinner in sleep the soma n ambulance chief

and so once upon a thyme the family

jewels stew to the surface of the soup

OMNAMBULANT SOLIPSIS PERSISTS

Solipsism (/ˈsɒlɪpsɪzəm/ (listen); from Latin solus 'alone', and ipse 'self')[1] is the philosophical idea that only one's mind is sure to exist.

As an epistemological position, solipsism holds that knowledge of anything outside one's own mind is unsure;

the external world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist outside the mind.

And so any nonsense the mind makes up for 'the mind' is the mind of the matter where matter of the mind is meant to be public

treated by lobotomy in the earlier versions of what we the people found to be acceptable beha babble

Solipsism and the Problem of Other Minds Solipsism is sometimes expressed as the view that “I am the only mind which exists,” or “My mental states are the only mental states.” However, the sole survivor of a nuclear holocaust might truly come to believe in either of these propositions without thereby being a solipsist. Solipsism is therefore more properly regarded as the doctrine that, in principle, “existence” means for me my existence and that of my mental states. Existence is everything that I experience—physical objects, other people, events and processes—anything that would commonly be regarded as a constituent of the space and time in which I coexist with others and is necessarily construed by me as part of the content of my consciousness. For the solipsist, it is not merely the case that he believes that his thoughts, experiences, and emotions are, as a matter of contingent fact, the only thoughts, experiences, and emotions. Rather, the solipsist can attach no meaning to the supposition that there could be thoughts, experiences, and emotions other than his own. In short, the true solipsist understands the word “pain,” for example, to mean “my pain.” He cannot accordingly conceive how this word is to be applied in any sense other than this exclusively egocentric one.

a dead tree nailed into the living desert in lost vagrants will travel

the traversable 24000 lyre belt of orion imaginations at a sound of

31.14159 mach dreams one measured muse meitier defined by

the circus and the diaball point of points di scribe as a D shape

and by the aromatic art of arith matic one de duces the ace up

the slove of the slave where 24000 miles traversed in 24 hours

by the count of half is the de line D D aka a slice of the thin

crust mule pi pie D by the D of the (((|=|))) three is enough to

di scribe all of as many as any enteetree wants to soc it up

or tee it down in or out of the set of sets defined by

{{{((([[[314159).ετψ)]}]}]} τηε perfectly random

perfectly consistent set describing the uni

where que is the line lined up to be

scribed along the arc of reality

and so the con zept of

this common zept of

the circus sliced in

two the circeye

is old hat on

a new cat

and cold

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junkie juicing on the truce

where junk wuch as whunk

were wastrel wonk and

wonder meant meant me

when the audience tee hee

you people are making a log of money in a database that

will as data bases base themselves return to the steady

state soon and when that happens the reset button can

naught be unpressed so get the goodies while the gettin

place is still open the game is gumming to a halo holy

batmang gas ter than a random bag of salt water called an eye

can rip the bits off this ninny ex tant pogue

the only boxy boy docks which are classified are one set in the three card montee

grift that is his life was his fathers life was and was built by his fathers mother...

there is a line of docks which dock this dorry to the pier of lax tax payoff and

voluminous boxes of boxed up business bare able only to those with the

Burn eye clear ants showing the pay off paid off to un pay the tax off

bring it this needs to be in the court of jesters at a theatus near us zoom

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https://youtu.be/rHKwIYsPXLg?t=2473

https://youtu.be/-z1QrP22QQs?t=2058 

the ultimate are bite error detector is the amway test 10^10 is a number larger than the current population of the blue ball of glue so any job which promises success by the success of the successfull fullfillin the 10^10 promise of riches and just rewards did not do the arithmetic before signing on the dotted line...more specifically neither do any of the next ten applicants as the last first one used up all of the available bodies according to the form on the klip bored...

wasting resources at the maximum possible level which assuredly must be greater than any recently recorded waste of resources is the apparent aim of the game here there must be a successfully executed experiment proving that elusive unprovable true in the true or is it

the beautiful est way not clear in the non discussion here where there is every where other than what went wrong for the last 100

years and more specifically specific what is going wrong right now in terms of who does and who does not flail when real eyes

on ing that the pyramids are here and everything that is here is here now because the thing here now was here then and when

then oxidizes now is patinad no where to go nothing else to do no experiments to be experimented on patina is oxidation

drop an apple from a tree and say nothing about the speed it was moving at along with the tree nailed to its leaves at 1000 mp something and making noise as the air not attached to said leave is maching alone at 31.4159 every morning of Bekins best moving kampany at 1000 mp something in the windy direction and ~66000 mp something in the not so windy direction or was that the windier direction well depends on which end of the wind one is not one as wind has an end only where weather begins and sends there whear wheat her begins and guessing goes to broadway...

Tara needs a new job and the sooner the better the woman certainly appears to have enough words in a word chest to wordk around

working for the coming millenia +1 a divergent series if ever one was apparently apparent...publicity, public relations something involving excellent communication skills where the content is completely irrelevant and nothing what so ever to do with the rest of us waiting to end the war machine the killing for oil and the waste of the brain kapacity that lives to come a cropper tomorrow and the day after that and the days after those days and the days that fill calendars of dreams with flowery fraise frozen in flime the internet idea of slime where

sound bites the back of the bullhorn holding hood winker now as the scene can now always never be unseen...

we the people sit here and take it while back at the farm

no boxy boy band member allows another to do the work

of the current self proclaimed one who can do the work who is

of course any one not doing the work and any one

in capable of doing the work being done by those

capable of the work and doing the work

this is the way parents wind up paralyzing schools by ignore ing the ring and not reading the book

we the people

among the us of us the arm s the arm ed the arms woe of men paid for before the tax nayer

collected by the tax prayer bodied by the tax slayer boxed in out of the tax flayer as

paid the tax payer is stamped citizen the offeyecial office special home manager z

mothers child mother are some grander mother some other be many with one

brother others none the us of us the one we we re act as one by dividing 3

the work into the two whee where one doth do what one can too two to

wink a smile as she too smile doth do fro tips o fingers nailed anew

lie wrists bent well below levers for lifting sons as so for daughter

too twelve twist 1 half brew whence we flew 1000 mp miles per

shoe far below see the toe {{{3.14159etc...}}} mach gogo

sun below fly the flow one to go the other to gnow as

grow then sow doth silleye carbon o xe genate the

entire plate from noon to late earlier some

here where there is near and far from

blue the world of tru three who mist

whe from shore to sis turn air to

show shew shrew flair fair rain

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one sun so as and two

are two and two too

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the world is as the world is for the reason the reason ers

the us of us accept it as it be and the them of them

make it so as the who of you go too and fro

leaving to the know to the now and the

ones who collect the taxes while not

paying the tax

make it home or home it makes the choice is slim for those who skim

in tee hee hee tatmosphere ink ed most clear slow roast fear fired fan

sun the hot golden one who love we do as mothers oft too the tale

when mom non non is is sad song mad aplomb sewn to the twone

anon behind you and wonder doth we who be one one oft in sunny

son the line doth run what fun wath frun in on un der the hot tin hoof

of nomom aloof hot shot who got his fathers mothers hot loot with

summer retreat brothel complete winter replete the minster doth meat

venison for the hearth the boxy boy take part of the heart of the heart

heartily...

we the people let this be