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stop me if youve heard this...
reader... hey, you out there?

( highlights: (if you must dentist ...)
float like a butterfly, sting like a high school
teacher watching sex miss the point
and parental hushed pushes of titties in the
windows to his sole via policed wobbly bits.
make jails, if any, be the enforcers of time limits
propped up by google play services air force
mousers warranty conditions providing operable
discovery to inkjet printers per advertised glossy
photo quality press stock for contracted life span -
either the epson inks page legibly honored
for span of warranty guaranteed purchaser
at any licensed retailer, or the warranty
be void, though more experimentally a claim
to contract clause oklahoman could free the
press to inks everlasting, discounting reams.
the jails could thereby copy out every spammed
missive, whether usa today classified, .ical
.rss, (ask LSCOLORS and/or XOPEN) standard
format syndicator public notice means possible
constitutionally guaranteed to each there denied
counsel - like best interests could be bought.

i figure the press frees the pressed or the executive branch private industry jails buy the ink they copy to pages rendering post. if the confusion of delineations post office from internet look to check balances: fcc officiates that because the port 80 http protocol is represented "in majority" by screens via "web browsers" same "internet" - as other administrations ordered executively basic
to human nature - cannot qualify as "communication" but as "wtf"? if jails have to print the emails brought to captives. and iana could drop a domain guarantor if named imprisoned could thus not access his/her red phone.

so the jailors really pay for the security and "mental health" of their commercially constrained to "limited liability" by ministry sold "fictitious" names or the private industry of war on hostelry goes the way of the chicago fire.

do you think i might get a rat infested beauracracy named after me, like "fc, what was that first command again?" right. food stamps. dup() ! let cd

we could spiral that into a little nemo sized nautilus gladius impossibilty of jet stream proportions, but everyone knows its windy.

just eat your wheaties. is everywere?!?

so it follows that immovable or not, one or the other
contends not and resolute tincture derives of simple
joins. the jails run out of ink to more regard their
admissions, and/or the bars fold out a great many
cocounsels blue in the face with the legally standing
everlasting validity (not ex post facto) of any bar
member mistaking free press for squid ink and privatised dirty underwears of "arbitration" publicly interesting enough to deep throat any attempt to keep wrapped.

allow me to plaguirize me@

/.*/,//t
s///2w here/now
#^officially the oh snap best shit of earth;l

for we hold these truths to be self-evident:

1. a printer prints.
a. press is free, per warranty
b. inks or dyes or coal laser etched powders,
as befits the printer warrantied, do not run dry.
(ask a tattoo artist... theyll happily scribe again
the ink that dont stand up)
2. either the printer warrantied prints visibly,
in keeping with promises of dots per inch
and resolute bottomless t-shirt cannon
worthy contrasts, or...
a. the warrantor refills the well.
3. for no money down and at pennies on the dollar
we can riskily guarantee this at no hazard to
ourselves, nor our personal effects, properties,
residuals and aught else, because ...
a. soldiers water-buffaloed, as i understand, fined
fees exorbitant and caustic to their "unlawfully"
(quotes general) searched and seized persons
are not noticed.
b. legal notice comes by post; impress.
(look. the google plus dons the classified
LEGAL NOTICE back paged warrant
reports for LOST AND FOUND probate
and intellectual property private eye
sneak aways without a trick or treat;
should not same modes qualify
respondent motions?
the accused warrants no arrest
failing due process of law, signed,
witnessed message (not rex post facto)
nor according secret "arbiters" sans
public redress to precedentally bearing
soap boxes)
so, if the daily times, local press, us postal service,
periodontist bulk mailers return addressed to
extrastatutory locales, and a little bird might
lay down a presidential fire side chat all to
legal effect, then those withheld by jailers
commercial for months and more cruising cots
not privy to any aforementioned means are thus

constitutionally deprived, and not certainly by their
own depravity... except that i havent heard this, not
character limited and buttressed to fears perhaps
not unallied, but fully independent to specials bibled,
furtive vertical bars and ...

anyway, supremely guaranteed orders of magnitude, hardly restrictive in any sense,
forfend defenseless from titles defendant.


to the prisoners kept waiting for word, give them
obama phones. legacies ridiculous, yeah? if they be
offered counsel as an advertised permissive public
grant, and the same does not award these access to any notice might come their way otherwise
"admissable" to offend them.

the jailed get papers, tv, and no mail.
some of these. i received almost none of the
former, blearily myopic intermittent occasion
to the tlc and fx conairs raising arizona sweet d.
the mail carriers attend overtime wages of sinfully
locally constrained accounting thereof. federal employees take overtime federally assigned...
pay from washington matches virginian... but mcdonalds and make a wish foundations? do the contracts secret serviced and h&r blocked tax havens extend to any more locally zoned?

are there suit avenues for righteous, just, teed-off
fuck em all but vi and emacs freedom soled stompers?

in jail? while my electricity bills psycho logiced undelivered from fucking indiana the overdue cutoffs an expired "fictitious" name on its face representing privacy invasion for family home inspections guerrilla contraindicated not even lit at night because freeways of highway power fed atlantic city and casinos indian separatist keep the candle powers at high beam 100 days a week, if you ask a ps...?

is that impressively depressing? where the fuck is 20<<2?

lucille ball toed sour grapes like a showman. acquinas argued a clueless god beside towering effigies of graven imagery, or seasonally, a roll in the virgin manger hay, and pinko commies want to sneak away with your happy freedom rights of preferentially sexed segregations.

man up, bitches. the dogs shivering the cold... guarding the homes burning down in a whispered about arsonist serial attack among those within lit at night by diehard batteries stacked at gasoline generators rope fed outback to pullchains not carbuoreted... fearfully vigilant... the blushing brides nightside wide-eyed for their zombie apocalypse groomed husband tolling 1001 arabian nights like sony could dr dre your ear drums out at any second...

on maple street, bartlesville, oklahoma. half a year after i, hounded by psychotics litigious, liberally restrictive, and bravely parading a child beyond specious borders "mom" unspecifically ruined a damned good "dad," too, in less than forty eight hours notice by new illegal kidnapper attorney over voicemails maybe answered unexpectedly by respondent caring just what in the fuck any stranger had to say about the missing of three pieces always the least difficult in a "coparenting" triangle hell bent on "uncooperation" toward, by my say, fully indebted by difficulty degrees well rested heads of nasty nights terror stricken with wonder at the fear of boogers over bougeouis when men in tight places trundle bed other sick and dead conspiracies while i said: "hey. im michael holmes hodgin, youve got the wrong name on that psycho excuse for a discovery, and i want to know just what the fuck you think a gun or out of date legal wrangling has anything to do with my response" to the tune of 5 pages bulleted, delivered in notice and apparition, and slept not a whit in less time than my ex partee judicial appointee cared to whiteout.

i dont like those records. i earned them. and the fire came, too. but, if a bj has anything to say about it, i didnt start it.

at safety standdown we applauded when the ear candle naysayer was five minutes under his allotted forty-five of captive studio military sand baggers.

maybe im from the gaza strip, if a lizard would get all naked for me. maybe black white indiasiatic syncreticity isnt all that specially casted after all.

think about it like this:
as god, you say, boy. get over here. take one for the team. ive repented like a hundred times about this. first i threw em in the pool because i thought a little drunk favorite could have waved his meat about a bit less...
then i sent them packing big rocks of little ones to make damned sure those pharoahs stayed down.
then i showed them the hole in the bottom of the see what i mean? heresy, that.
then i salted their fields on the way out... little buggers licked the dirt... most.
then i then i then i

boy, go tell them to quit hurting for money/law/fuck it.

six:two hundred years later.

hey, jacob again? oh. mohammed. yeah, ive got an angle on you. tell everybody jesus was right, but so are you. meanwhile, if youve gotta fight and have your virgin olive oils all season or whatever, preemptively condition that you regard conscientious objects. orphans, widows, ascete and obscure make precious. these have to pick up your slack, stupid, if your fights find you convicted. you could just mosey on out of here... but see where that got him?

thanks gibreel. wanna rassle?

yeah, for old times sake. in tarjarbinks or something.

float like a butterfly sting like it could kill you.


the problem there isnt the skirt on the shithouse sign... its that maddox is better than your kids diapers in the street - artistic expression, right? - and that i was confused more about why a computing process would shift its gonads than why a frog might. (its worth it... find out what i mean... get the better of me. just "household misspelled number" it) im fucking everywhere. ive been doing this for -~35 years of holistic intervention with idiots abroad all tucking into the shit sandwiches of compromisory expa

network again? i tried the windows... just kept selling me bitches... mans best friend.


fn() HOME=$* return 0$#

HOME= command eval \
fn fuck me||
!<~ fn fx *
then ! set +$- kill --

^^^^^^^^^^^help me

delivered dubious.

some postman is reading all our love letters. some postman is gonna cry, sang the presidents of the united states of america. ii
POTUSAii was the second album of a ten years reunited troupe that sang of peaches from a factory in a can and twenties between the sheets and love everybody with cheap wine, spray on hair and cardboard alley sallies. zero friction...


off in three...
awaiting arraignment (what does that mean?)


and that is institutionally reserved power to people.

and press.

which recalls prior momentum...

^i wrote it up, not down, but some remnants miss little...





per paralegals, supralegals, supremely
legals, and all those others fines upstanding.
(or by appearance, but tell that to the dire
magistrate and the clerks calculator by
the purell, and just you try to do so from
within solitary confinement forgiving the
expired dolly madison cookies their dates
in pencil sharpened by enamel slicked brick
rubs; either way, the communication
sharpens like a grenade)
c. anybody


credits: destiny, serenity, jewel, attys mise cochran

check your tw2002 doors for royalties.

i just started drawing. mommy, why does my back hurt? spinal meningitis?

actually: pain, misery, curiosity, talent, ability

so fuck you.
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ideas:

wide,short,wideband 40,20,40 multiplex phase shift ngn wifi multiplexing across 1-1[1-3] channels

...

similar to a bitmask shift on one-multi-many-one
255... v4 broadcast split spectrum handshake, mini personal nets

i used to do a similar thing with a router, where a dhcp,bootp,dns mini script set each satellite station in a nearband mini isolate net and hairpinned messages between in via arp...

but i never had a huge need for each local station to talk to other near locals terribly much except to grab an initial signon.

anyway, i suppose the same sort of config might be achieved with an xml,rss,whatevs delivery of snmp hardware config instructing satellite to expect next transmission on a separate frequency... perhaps a locale@lias delivered alongside, too..

tcdma?

pointedly, digital fm... i thought about this a long time ago, but am only now writing it down ...

i assume the fm tower transmits to the satellite receiver a digitized packet heading containing a time sync, song information, expected length, next delivery...

heartbleed, maybe, but i never got into that too deep. all the other geeks were geeko gonzo about it.

the satellite receives and marquees the data while playing the analogous music stream until next synced in receipt.

phbbbbt.


text messaging is an fcc/supreme court established public trust, maintenance band.

i guess the musicbrainz info headers for any played frequency can be sent in a coupla similar sized packets...

i aint batman, and mesh is for hernias, but there has to be some congruous combination of nearfield, bluetooth, wi[fd]i acngb, unamameit, continuity that can balance a while continue $?||! return $((!$?)); do bg&x=$! kill -0;! done <<fn...

set for other balances.

yeah?

sounds like a munge, probably.
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geneticists:

cow/*\cat
(c(ow|at)){1,2}
\(c\([ao][tw]\)\)\{1,2\}

cross feline with bovine with to get a cow shits in a ditch, licks your toes, and leaves you little doorstep dead coyotes. also wonder at your choice of shepherd dog there...


otherwise, bear a panda reproduction sexual education, and maybe discover a bamboo recycling, litter trainable, methane powerhouse, that doesnt much disregard the rancher, contributes to overall rangeabilty (panda forests are pretracked), and encourages the amber waves of renewable building material.

maybe not so much pine, but the amber from pine isnt so common anymore a boyscout should sniff at the quarter inch milling cost of false advertisement.

nor is a pinewood a balsa derby.

if any asked me, i might have told them much sooner.

all we are is dust in the wind...
says the good deal dust bowl.

bamboo and corn are grasses ...
these strip soil of crowning achievements
xanax, buproprion, kona caffiene, buffalo guns.

wheres your nile princess, frasier?
the levies get heavy at specialization.

i dreamed i was me doing this.

get out of jail
free youre mine
there est no sorrow

(^not said, between those lines, cold yore mined, there ive known sorrow...)

but the beginning wisdom eye
of that stormy hollow
aint a bored game
twice soured milk
like butter carpe deim.

hook, why you always trying to play the pirate!?
never never wendy, starry nights, flying urchins

do we name it all upside youre head?

alma matters naught, boy
mind your ps and qs

nolo contendere.

little meg found her dad in a giant head
cuba, black rock, the four cornerstone
across space and time
riding a unicorn angel freakzoid
papa was a rolled stone

she grew up, and a kitten took her past the gas
windy doors, you know
to find the starfish cut once could
bone forever. regrow limbs and all the rest.

: get mad

i punched at a keypad at the gas station last night

some flick of the wrist and a quick combination of close to pound, zero, fours comes to what is likely a s(td)tty

^H

backspace, escape, and/or tab.

-7...1+1...7

octally unimportant?

no. at 9 - 11

file separator

<<- {-

anyway, the pin pad is likely (by my amateur experience) backed by (this is a unix system! i know this!) me, and easily hacked.

thats not too secret.


look, POSIX can tell you how the teletype handles escapes, tabs, backspaces...


secret islands can elaborate
...
just twiddling my thumbs?
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a number line

-7 ... 1+1 2 ... 7?

thats the decimally noted math charting, as has been explained to me, the birth of jesus christ.

at or about the year negative seven before christ (ellipsis ... some seven years pass before his parents attempt to leave him at the grocery store ... i mean, temple ... and he starts asking a bunch of questions so people get nervous and the folks come back) jesus was born beneath a glinting star or something.

so the stories kind of go. we only know his poor tax paying folks walked across country to pay the dues requested by govs herod the great and the greatest empire on earth, according freaky histories, to drop the dude in a pale of hay before slicing off the end of his penis seven days later to appease the mystery mountain man of abra(ha?)m isaac (also thirty three when pops wanted him to drop trou and take it in the) jacob (israel)? from millenia previous.

oh, and when know that ezra told everybody to hush up because aforementioned god said so, and he had the birth records to prove it from four hundred years ago, and he was gonna get everybody off to this huge moneybag moneypit temple in the far east. so the stories go. so no whores, you know, ezra said so.

but where is year zero?

christmas at ground zero?

anyway, at about aged thirty ... so, maybe, octally unimportant (seriously!) same timelines advances to the beginning of a song and dance routine of hushed and shouting street crowds, donkey shows, desert drug campaigns ... even satan shows up!

for three years.

then he says:

you know what? you can all just eat me!

and like that...

the numbers are confused.

jc said:
who am i?
what am i doing here?
what is this shit on my face?
my god, what is that awful smell?

why not parse ls?

be careful what you wish for...

id rather have ever for.me

why haste thou?
thank you, sir, may i have another?
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its just a shot away a way a weigh a sh ot ashot

children

it's just...

the rolling stones blare that in the restaurants
over the food god blessed for preyer

and the basketball collegiates tower muted
70 inches diag-onally
while the revolutionaries are lamented
in tidal lock forty years and more wandering
since the movement made that music

their kids ... bussed to fences higher than the
thunder dome looming muted ones on the screens

and the rolling stones scream
drugs are good and when you do em people think l
that youre cool

just a shot away

fucking punks

^i know whereof i speak
sorry
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