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… I have bought myself time… have begun to use this up… the amount which is yours… is fit to the likes of you’s… the people that bare no such consequences of our sort… walking on no toes… preparing my stab into the back… the tool guided by another’s hand… so I do not have to touch it… when I see it… on photographs… imagined there… for his prayer… for that other life… for the other sensory system you have… for that intoxicated you… lost in all beauty… one falls for none of it in particular… it is all the same to one… alright for a job… it is good at it. Bad at the tasks…
… given by that world it is interacting with things within… is everything which is real to it… which came to its side… mutually on an issue… our expression of no opinion… about this knowledge we have… this lack of extra study we have… keeping us from higher praise… praise that we will earn from it… earn when so improved at it… a thing you want to increase in value… which may add value to yourself… and make you valuable to us all. When you have gotten that as well…
… that morphs to you… and yet it is you… it is neither, paradoxically… yet is more than one… subtracted back down… to know one’s journeying… know one going from one to another… know him as more than one state… since you are not him… you are sad him… faked him. You are him and you are you…
… you indeed are something… I have not met the “something”… I try not to meet anything specifically – just in case… I allow destiny’s working-with-its-own-method… I put all my faith into destiny… into the reality which it is. Is its badness…
… though is its full responsibility… though is dependant on its compliance… on the compliance of some partner… all teamwork does depend… on some teamwork literally occurring… exchange going on between them… exchange within that circle… of some self-maintaining… vegetable-like lifeforms… needing only the most basic of those essentials… of what we think of as “absorptions.” The conversion of a thing to another’s qualities…
… the thing being this “surplus thing”… amiss (outside of itself)… filling-in space’s space… with my “my” space… at spaces that give turns to things… I draw a waiting line… it is waiting to get what was mine… and it will be its present… so it will happen – for real… as was believed… from a sign… that appears to be a most-obvious one… boring its experts… experts in that one alone… knowing all-about more of those… copies which have been produced from that…

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… I have bought myself time… have begun to use this up… the amount which is yours… is fit to the likes of you’s… the people that bare no such consequences of our sort… walking on no toes… preparing my stab into the back… the tool guided by another’s hand… so I do not have to touch it… when I see it… on photographs… imagined there… for his prayer… for that other life… for the other sensory system you have… for that intoxicated you… lost in all beauty… one falls for none of it in particular… it is all the same to one… alright for a job… it is good at it. Bad at the tasks…
… given by that world it is interacting with things within… is everything which is real to it… which came to its side… mutually on an issue… our expression of no opinion… about this knowledge we have… this lack of extra study we have… keeping us from higher praise… praise that we will earn from it… earn when so improved at it… a thing you want to increase in value… which may add value to yourself… and make you valuable to us all. When you have gotten that as well…
… that morphs to you… and yet it is you… it is neither, paradoxically… yet is more than one… subtracted back down… to know one’s journeying… know one going from one to another… know him as more than one state… since you are not him… you are sad him… faked him. You are him and you are you…
… you indeed are something… I have not met the “something”…

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