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Being larger than the combined ancestries sustaining the current population.

 

All you people sacrificing honesty to honor corrupted narratives of anything else is possible if one pays to believe life cannot be limited to simultaneously alive conception to dead when existing is never the same total sum indiviudally here twice ancestrally speaking.

 

Socially speaking a lot of people mimic those taking control of what people choose to believe cradle to grave as the populaiton changes inception to extinction now.

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History only remains in the making translating what is going on into three theaters of doubt it only exists as simultaneously taking place now anywhere an object occupies space in the universe so far.

 

Kinetic specific changes evaporating or decomposing, combining or reproduced, new details never the same as already positioned. Individually or whole universe and everything between one detail and universal results as taking place here.

 

What a person navigates, what a person thinks they see, what a person wishes it was instead. The core of constant human error done socially, intellectually, ignoring their relative position as just another reproduced number in the existing ever changing populaiton now.

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The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers, they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
 
The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
 
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
 
Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
 
Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
 
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
 
The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
 
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah, who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
 
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks' home and the college
 
Now, I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, oh right

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10 minutes ago, Old Mack said:
The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers, they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
 
The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits
At the head of the Chamber of Commerce
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
 
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
 
Now, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
 
Well, John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
 
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
 
The king of the Philistines, his soldiers to save
Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle
 
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch, he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him, he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in trouble with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah, who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
 
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks' home and the college
 
Now, I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
 
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, oh right

As empty any Dylan lyrics ever written. Support symbolism over substance to justify the mind your character assumes cradle to grave as you loath the characteristics of remaining one of a kind as currently alive womb to tomb as people never stay the same population introduced to life conception to dead ancestrally here.

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You gotta lot of nerve to say you are my cyber friend

 

When I was shunned you just stood there grinning

 

Bob Dylan

 

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14 hours ago, sole result said:

Being larger than the combined ancestries sustaining the current population.

 

All you people sacrificing honesty to honor corrupted narratives of anything else is possible if one pays to believe life cannot be limited to simultaneously alive conception to dead when existing is never the same total sum indiviudally here twice ancestrally speaking.

 

Socially speaking a lot of people mimic those taking control of what people choose to believe cradle to grave as the populaiton changes inception to extinction now.

Yeah, sole, reality is not real. Honor is not honest, and are larger than the combined ancestries sustaining the population cradle to grave, ladle to gravy.

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3 minutes ago, Old Mack said:

You gotta lot of nerve to say you are my cyber friend

 

When I was shunned you just stood there grinning

 

Bob Dylan

 

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We coexist as reproductions in the same species, I civilly contest why realities are designed to fail because those directing realities create a no win scenario for everyone thinking outside a box.

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22 minutes ago, sole result said:

History only remains in the making translating what is going on into three theaters of doubt it only exists as simultaneously taking place now anywhere an object occupies space in the universe so far.

 

How do you know how many "theaters of doubt" there are?

Is that how sole supports himself?  Scalping tickets to his Theaters of Doubt?

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6 minutes ago, XavierOnassis said:

Yeah, sole, reality is not real. Honor is not honest, and are larger than the combined ancestries sustaining the population cradle to grave, ladle to gravy.

Really taking place compared to how life actually functions is why saving intellectual humanity will be the extinction of reproduced human life self inflicted as ancestrally performed so far.

 

when a species doesn't learn from history repeating the same social narratives reinterpreted as under new management of ideal way life should have existed all the time.

 

Time is immovable while details are kinetically never duplicated as already reproduced moleculary inorganically, technologiclaly, or ancestrally until a specific type doesn't exist any more, now on.

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Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
Will offer their heads for a prayer.
You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

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2 minutes ago, Old Mack said:

Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
Will offer their heads for a prayer.
You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

Speaking your your collective assessment again. Type cast characters only follow vocabulary to justify their efforts to pretend they escape kinetic displacement arguing potential differences of opinions about living simultaneously here in their spontaneous position of being alive at the same time 24/7.

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12 minutes ago, XavierOnassis said:

How do you know how many "theaters of doubt" there are?

Is that how sole supports himself?  Scalping tickets to his Theaters of Doubt?

All societal laws protect those believing theories and theologies justify human behavior as ancestrally practiced socially so far since the dawn of civilization training instinctive awareness to ignore the actual way life functions now, 24/7.

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The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.


In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out.

He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf.

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9 minutes ago, sole result said:

All societal laws protect those believing theories and theologies justify human behavior as ancestrally practiced socially so far since the dawn of civilization training instinctive awareness to ignore the actual way life functions now, 24/7.

How many "theaters of doubt" are there, sole?  Why can't you answer a simple question?

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2 minutes ago, Old Mack said:

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.


In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out.

He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf.

Implode. Every action has an opposite and equal reaction. Contracting results ever expand details never the same again now.

perpetual motion sustaining perpetual balancing of universal points of displacement outside the atmosphere as specifically going on inside it.  You choose to believe so you don't have to accept actual life as it exists in plain sight.

 

Idealists don't want to know more than they were trained to believe after birth. Collective minds organize to silence individual awareness life doesn't exceed now. Liberty to understand vs right to deny how and why life is limited to what goes on currently changing total sum compounding actions and reactions of all reproductions occupying space at the same time currently going on.

 

Not any more complicated than that until subjective rationing of understanding prevents everyone from recognizing how and why details never stop changing currently here.

 

Root of my constant use of simultaneously, spontaneously, ancestries, ancestors.

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6 minutes ago, XavierOnassis said:

How many "theaters of doubt" are there, sole?  Why can't you answer a simple question?

Specific numbers I don't have, but everything done to save reality makes lifetimes compromise away their ability to completely understand limitations at living as one of a kind always changing shape and form conception to decomposition here now.

 

You sacrifice real to stay in social narratives until dead always formulating a what if defense against anyone standing their ground as eternally sorted apart now in reproductive proportion of the populaiton living here in separate stages of last reproductions added regardless 1 of 8 great grandparents, 1 of 4 grandparents, 1 of 2 parents, adults, teens, adolscents, toddlers, infants, fetuses, embryoes, zygotes, fertilized cell.

 

the core out you only debate what life is birth to dead by comparing behaviors when simultaneously living currently occupying space now. Ancestrally is specific lifetimes, history is specific behavior when living only the leaders are recorded so new arrival mimic again and again expecting different outcomes next generation.

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When will sole implode?  Can a theater of doubt implode?

Would it more amusing to see  sole IMPLODE or EXPLODE?

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2 minutes ago, sole result said:

Ancestrally is specific lifetimes, history is specific behavior when living only the leaders are recorded so new arrival mimic again and again expecting different outcomes next generation.

Prove it!

Ancestrally is an ADVERB.It cannot be the subject of a sentence,This is just gibberish.

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3 minutes ago, XavierOnassis said:

When will sole implode?  Can a theater of doubt implode?

Would it more amusing to see  sole IMPLODE or EXPLODE?

I won't implode, I will die and decompose in inverse order of expanding from a fertilize cell to the body that lived as specifically here everyone ridicules because they are aware of how damned accurate I am.

 

Stay in character Xavier, your corruption is self evident when comparing life as it exists, not as it is governed by human intellectual pay to play possibilities.

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6 minutes ago, sole result said:

Root of my constant use of simultaneously, spontaneously, ancestries, ancestors.

 

On the rising curve
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,
You won't get anything you don't deserve
Where we were born in time.

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I am in character, you dolt.

Can a "theater of doubt"  implode?  

You invented this term,so you need to define it.

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Just now, Old Mack said:

 

On the rising curve
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,
You won't get anything you don't deserve
Where we were born in time.

in the body you adapt with now. Point of origin is conceived until random point of departure in a compounding exchange of did, doing, does or doesn't continue from now on.

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So long honey babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I just say you shunned me well

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1 minute ago, XavierOnassis said:

I am in character, you dolt.

Can a "theater of doubt"  implode?  

You invented this term,so you need to define it.

when people that choose to believe anything else is possible they divide themselves among the acted out possibilities ancestrally taking place as happened and happening ancestrally here.

 

Power of suggestion taken over by mob rule persuasion of power "we say so" vs "you are one of a kind". 

 

Play the numbers game again.

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Just now, Old Mack said:

So long honey babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I just say you shunned me well

I don't take sides and you won't change taking sides.  Nothing in common except being alive as living here simultaneously goes on in plain sight. Faith or accept what is rather than adopt what if.

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