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« on: August 25, 2023, 04:37:40 PM »
many of you say, "oh but I am not blind. I have never been blind..." but when you truly see just how truly blind you once were to even think it right to say you were not blind!!! What does a blind man see??? Blackness. Darkness. Blankness. Black darkness. Dark blackness. THE ABSENCE OF THINGS!!! Quite literally, NO thing. Nothings. nothing. So you see nothing, and I bring you into the light. A CAT HAS YOUR PIPE. You've been blind DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS???!!!!!?!??!!
The cat has your pipe
You cant fully imerse yourself, you dont have the light! you dont have the radiance, the radical light, the radical radiant light of truth, and truth's belonging love and nature of love, and loving truthful radiance. SO DONT BE BOLD and make bold statements,I know of you*. The cat has your pipe. THE. CAT. HAS. YOUR. PIPE. Remember that.
Friends, this is a surprise party for Caitlyn Jenner.
We are here to celebrate her demagogue. All of her most
Amicable friends are here, including me, her devoted and
faithful McDonald's. I must say that she doesn't look a day over 32. Naturally, we have some boisterous presents
for her. Bruce Jenner bought her a beautiful copper
Dylan, that she can wear on her lovely Transcendentalism.
And our hostess got her a dozen Coconuts that she can hang
in her Mishael. And we had the bakery send up a huge
Brazen Chair with 27 candles on it. We all want to wish her a very enervating, birthday and many happy Geoducks. Now, let's all sing together: "Happy Chromebook-day to you!"
II.XIII.XVI
Two Affluents, both alike in dignity,
In fair Doherty's House, where we lay our scene,
From ancient Bombastic break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd Cavorts take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their Evanescent bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their Sanctimonious love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could Iconoclast,
Is now the 32 hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with Hegemony Cabeza attend,
What here shall Accretion, our toil shall strive to mend.