The girl had a show about nostradamus on, last night and it discussed his quatrains. I was unaware he stack his work with keys locks n dimensions, as well. I use code, all the time n various ways.
It's like comprehending most of us went to kindergarten, whether scruffed by our necks our skin, or running excitedly in... grade school... so I know we [those who have], share that history: walls, Jones's, Smith's n hallz and should I choose to personalize a message to someone specifically, or... a group of specific readers from my grade school... we can do so... each time, targeting and relating to, through stitched n bound experiences we share, through history's library... As long as u remember your first grade experience.... I no longer have to remember mine; simply the highlights/summary... and when I refer to it... you'll remember the teacher's name, for me.... I won't have to...
We can use polysemy in a variety of ways, as apparently, nostradamus and other good guessers, did...
If I said every elementary school in the world... u feel it applies... when... I didn't specifically an elementary school in the seventies... or In north America... so... was I speaking to u? Who? When? The more we focus the elementary school in the United states of America... the more we engage the reader/s... but as soon as I say elementary school in New York in the 70s... the less included a reader feels; while I may only b writing for a friend in ny... and more readers become excluded... minus elementary school.
Depending on which u perceive
I just used polysemy to speak to everyone in the world, those who went to kindergarten, those who attention first grade, elementary school, schools in north America, the u.s.a., New York, my school's and a few people by name, besides the obvious... Smith, etc... buried within and each jackass I hand pick, will know I was thinking of em, when I wrote it... should they ever actually read me poopoo and trust n believe- they do not... but... I have my hangups, thanks to opioids n ssdi procedure... so while I don't call, or email... I write em all the time... think about em all the time.
They all say they understand, but if u don't live it... u dunno... I know they believe they do and it's great that they try, but... I would not have them feel what I live so the shoes I don't fill that cannot walk here... the shoes I would not have them fill... which do...
I am forever grateful of the shoe and flipflop lines which divide us, but know dear friends n family... I wood not want our feet on common ground for us to understand each other
Otherwise u would know how much uneven cracked earth my broken heart sifts through
Every day my mind drifts from me here to there ewe
Better u forget
The distance between flipflop shoes n mez to ewe.
Isn't that something
They feel just as I do
Just as u do
We all feel this way
So just call
Just write
Even if books buried on pot sites are your very best
Just do it
They're thinking of ewe
They mizs just as often...
Unless ur friends n family r psychopaths...
They miss u, too
Are u supposed to forgive
R they
Who's the hypocrite
C what I mean
If u judged who the hypocrite is
Perhaps u should reach out to them n b the same sized person...
On my best day...
I'm typically an asshole...
