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[okodunboyne]

Quantum mechanics: the zoomed out reflection of staring through a window at a reflection of yourself and switching between focus so fast that you're in neither place but exist in probability of data which AI is collecting. A thought arrived before any songs have been heard.

Might future writing just be the building of a playlist? And right now my playlist begins with highway bright blake mills. The future a reading of your sonic past you've built for your future.

And what of the quantum mechanics when I take a picture of my reflection through a window, that flash appears to look like the beginning of some brand new universe of probability and we're heading to the top now spiritualized and I remember I'm right where I want to be in the immediate fascinity of the probabilities that I can imagine.

These thoughts begun by noticing the reflection of light from a setting sun as it bounced off a far away window. And then I'm hearing ten day interval tortoise, and I remember I could have also took a photo with a camera instead of just the imagination of my mind.

What kind of messages can be shared by interpreting a playlist of sounds through the writing of poetry and ii dive pt 2? And I remember that being high and listening to your sounds aids your feeling of feeling closer to the light and that this sure feels good.

And might future archaeologists be solely focused on reattaining a previously recorded sequence of sounds? Nothing ever happened to me and I know that they need not need know your vision because you're vision was writing the words down at the writing structure of their time and it seems that direction increasingly becomes a shorter time period in between until it reaches the quantum mechanics probability and that I know what the future will look like it'll look more like me dancing high to my music like I'm remembering myself having done as I write this down to the beginning of the same hot & cold. And sometimes you think the future won't know what hit them. And that's what happened to me when trying to fill ice cubes while cleaning my kitchen.

The cones are the audience of the performance. And one would guess the cones cost the past living beings a pretty penny for the view. And to wonder by en attendant ana the documentary cinematography of a life of high dancing and if phones are so bad how else can I increase the volume myself while I'm dancing?

The future of self is seen as a more perfect example of singular experience for the foundation of quantum entanglement consciousness and you can already feel a bit of it now with the altered hours from radiant wound.

Tonight's natural anthem is telling me the future of paradise looks more and more likely to begin with a prior prompt to AI and from whom am I seeing this message and one prompt might look like I want to hear a song that moves my bottom rhythmically quickly while my upper body surf's on the sound where it'd likely answer natural anthem by the postal service.

The beginning of #ishalllove2 allows for a recoup of energy from the previous precedings in the safety of knowing you'll be going somewhere much better quite shortly and the increasing of the volume is within the powers of your hand and you remember after experiencing the height of the ending that's why you always continue back and one imagines the points of those two ends will reach some threshold before numbers in the realm of probability

If there's a better lovesong than susanne sundfør's alyosha (Edit), than please tell me, for I'm recording a playlist of sounds with writing that could use more words written with love

What kind of wonders can our imaginations create with the building blocks of data? I’m still trying to decide while five four child voice by fridge.

[Rafael Thundercat]

22 hours ago, okodunboyne said:

Quantum mechanics: the zoomed out reflection of staring through a window at a reflection of yourself and switching between focus so fast that you're in neither place but exist in probability of data which AI is collecting. A thought arrived before any songs have been heard.

Might future writing just be the building of a playlist? And right now my playlist begins with highway bright blake mills. The future a reading of your sonic past you've built for your future.

And what of the quantum mechanics when I take a picture of my reflection through a window, that flash appears to look like the beginning of some brand new universe of probability and we're heading to the top now spiritualized and I remember I'm right where I want to be in the immediate fascinity of the probabilities that I can imagine.

These thoughts begun by noticing the reflection of light from a setting sun as it bounced off a far away window. And then I'm hearing ten day interval tortoise, and I remember I could have also took a photo with a camera instead of just the imagination of my mind.

What kind of messages can be shared by interpreting a playlist of sounds through the writing of poetry and ii dive pt 2? And I remember that being high and listening to your sounds aids your feeling of feeling closer to the light and that this sure feels good.

And might future archaeologists be solely focused on reattaining a previously recorded sequence of sounds? Nothing ever happened to me and I know that they need not need know your vision because you're vision was writing the words down at the writing structure of their time and it seems that direction increasingly becomes a shorter time period in between until it reaches the quantum mechanics probability and that I know what the future will look like it'll look more like me dancing high to my music like I'm remembering myself having done as I write this down to the beginning of the same hot & cold. And sometimes you think the future won't know what hit them. And that's what happened to me when trying to fill ice cubes while cleaning my kitchen.

The cones are the audience of the performance. And one would guess the cones cost the past living beings a pretty penny for the view. And to wonder by en attendant ana the documentary cinematography of a life of high dancing and if phones are so bad how else can I increase the volume myself while I'm dancing?

The future of self is seen as a more perfect example of singular experience for the foundation of quantum entanglement consciousness and you can already feel a bit of it now with the altered hours from radiant wound.

Tonight's natural anthem is telling me the future of paradise looks more and more likely to begin with a prior prompt to AI and from whom am I seeing this message and one prompt might look like I want to hear a song that moves my bottom rhythmically quickly while my upper body surf's on the sound where it'd likely answer natural anthem by the postal service.

The beginning of #ishalllove2 allows for a recoup of energy from the previous precedings in the safety of knowing you'll be going somewhere much better quite shortly and the increasing of the volume is within the powers of your hand and you remember after experiencing the height of the ending that's why you always continue back and one imagines the points of those two ends will reach some threshold before numbers in the realm of probability

If there's a better lovesong than susanne sundfør's alyosha (Edit), than please tell me, for I'm recording a playlist of sounds with writing that could use more words written with love

What kind of wonders can our imaginations create with the building blocks of data? I’m still trying to decide while five four child voice by fridge.

What sort ot of blabermouth is this?