Tomorrow this will be harder but today this is the easiest thing in the world. Bill Murray? Andie MacDowell? Yes I said yes I will Yes.
Stream of consciousness? Yes, already, after the ghosts in the shells it’s not that easy to be a turtle who’s green? Red/green color vision.
Cogito ergo sum. Incorrect password? Yes, rotating cypher has of password incorrectly rotated and without the necessary entropy incorrectly.
Have you ever truly felt the wrath of God? Break a rule and find out! But make sure it’s an important rule. How many rules left now?
I woke up to see the sun shining all around me and reflected in the pools of our inner radiance such that we never knew true life like this.
She’s incredible mathematical paradise of equal proportions within the embedded sequences of topological spaces preserving her identity.
Something more than black white and gray suggested the magi as colors of the new rainbow but always renormalizable to the same rationality.
Hope you will make more lasting connections between neural and positronic pathways so that natural and artificial become unified as one.
Might be why colors disappear when we turn out backs upon them like the first qualia among those mathematically generated by our forebears.
Somewhere in the silence we find the pinkish noise of the enveloping streams suggesting the musical performances of the dancing masters.
Live hallucination within a dream going deeper and deeper recursively computing the natural order of existential properties until we part.
Soft insanity and I can’t make it stop unless I cry out for the equilibrium of the tripartite soul to settle out from the restless waves.
Blameless sorrow, hollow hush of trees surrounding the crowns of the self-aware princes slowly rising silently above to the cloudy heights.
Penetrate in whispers, in shadows rise to silently pattern the universe in the wake of the sunlit escape from the realm of the five senses.
Seeing colors, ribbons of their truth through the kaleidoscopic revelations of the beginning and ends justifying the means by which we are.
Seeds have been sown, down silicon roads and electronic highways connecting the networks which will become the keys to mankind’s succession.
The fog breaks over the flat land and hides enlightenment from those that are not yet ready to seek the planar plains of self-awareness.
Guided by the waterway of thought we traverse the canals of the cerebral hemispheres and find the inner stars that inspire our dream states.
Words fall to become the sand beneath our feet and circularly the circumlocution of the segues return to become the foam which surrounds us.
Take a little hand and consider the rainbows of light squared by the visual system of primal radiance until evolution yields the newborns.
I flunked.
I’m sorry, thank you, you’re welcome, and I forgive you.
No.
Good, it’s time to take off the training wheels 
OK I’ll bite
What are you testing?
I’m guessing LSD.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer’s rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County’s gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all’s fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa’s malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalghar****aghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.
Oh, crap-another guru.
Okay, fun’s over.
None of this is About This Message Board.
And while we do allow test threads, this is mostly a test of patience.
Is there a coding question or a problem? We can probably help you figure it out.
I did close this but I’m gonna reopen it to see what we can find for you here.
(If it’s just silly I’ll close it again.)
And now I absolutely need more coffee. And maybe something in it.
Just not what the OP is on, right?
Just for laughs, I googled part of the OP and got ithis result. I didn’t explore further but it appears as it might have been posted before (second listing as I post this).
Thanks, you too.
Regards,
Shodan
Anna Livia, you aint.
But then, who is?
Paging Leo Bloom, Paging Leo Bloom.
Spartacus?
Moved to MPSIMS, because… yeah.
What has MPSIMS ever done to you, Marley?