Honorbright, whats'ever the word means, Yes memory is a flaming thing like the trope about human lives as being bright. We land in that arcanum of cigarettes and eye shine moonshine . I donot praise, your words speak the truth about your plane landing, only yours reach my party of the future/ my miniature part of the sounds of the future about giving credence to the natterings from AI. Those will come at us as words do, merely jingles straight out of 1950s , the coexist bumpersticker includes a blue glowing cursor what does not make a period to the sentence! I feel very few look toward blue screens for illumination they can trust. Instead, as in the movie 'Her' , our days are shotgunned with silence, onand off-again emptily outfitted apartments. We land planes by brighter lights. And blogs only indicate paths around what might be Dickens's London. What I would not inflict on anyone, nor you without the relief that those likely non religious Britons found in work? Or Wordsworth? Or the idea of America, we donot know how they stayed humanoid knit in shapes familiar. Amusement, is a guess, I feel we land a more chaotic, bigger, and less likely plane when like you do, make a 3 point landing in plain sight of everybody.
Honorbright, whats'ever the word means, Yes memory is a flaming thing like the trope about human lives as being bright. We land in that arcanum of cigarettes and eye shine moonshine . I donot praise, your words speak the truth about your plane landing, only yours reach my party of the future/ my miniature part of the sounds of the future about giving credence to the natterings from AI. Those will come at us as words do, merely jingles straight out of 1950s , the coexist bumpersticker includes a blue glowing cursor what does not make a period to the sentence! I feel very few look toward blue screens for illumination they can trust. Instead, as in the movie 'Her' , our days are shotgunned with silence, onand off-again emptily outfitted apartments. We land planes by brighter lights. And blogs only indicate paths around what might be Dickens's London. What I would not inflict on anyone, nor you without the relief that those likely non religious Britons found in work? Or Wordsworth? Or the idea of America, we donot know how they stayed humanoid knit in shapes familiar. Amusement, is a guess, I feel we land a more chaotic, bigger, and less likely plane when like you do, make a 3 point landing in plain sight of everybody.