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By Jack Joseph Smith

The stream was once He lingered with the gentleness of a kite Breeze and push, and skirted with just a hand in front of him measuring and feeling the wind, as toes would feel an incorrectness against a stone. That high feeling of being bound out too, just like all those things one believes in. It was good to be walking nude, and going out on his way with nature around did make him be happy. But for youth, so much is memory; so close to birth WHEN so many things of life that still only happened once. Green and growth making soft the image shapes; but then his mind would cut into the forest floor being rugged with unreflected animal fur. The design of some of his thoughts that the past shot back out to him was not necessarily per- plexing, but was becoming increasingly astonishing. Yet he had a sense of the good son, and in this sensation fantasy welled sometimes with fears. At times he would be surefootedly in fantasy and naturally laugh- ing, but then would seep back that mind governed to a so called necessary belief of plunder being accomplish- ment and the flower bringing failure. He knew that the white mans soul came from rocks, (and he laughed think- ing of the saying about Peter). The stones rallied water. Most of the time he was bound to think, but pin point circles turns of water, or move- ment of animal quite so in watch of him before any act- ion taking place, would flash him into peace. He would feel absolutely there, and when he returned to what his voices called waking up he knew that real enough was an threat of hatred ready to clash hope STOP the initial of A always PREHISTORIC-- "So old, I mean peoples had seen and thought this and nothing else" Thinking about women through the projected picture of imagination "Not knowing what your doing is a crime on earth, you know, I don't know what I am doing. I see structures that were built to stop stars. And I know that this does not exist. Very confusing. Hahah, I just don't think anything can outlast the Universe. I remember now that it is past, and back behind the prehistoric. As the JOKEING sub- sidized jester I have rambled. Not in what is said to be a pleasant way, but in other ways I sing very much and grin. I have forgotten coming to the decision of going

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page sets natural attention against fantasy and social programming, showing Animal caught between immediate sensation, prehistoric memory, inherited belief, and old human structures.

The page moves from wind, stones, and bodily sensation into the mind's return to plunder, Peter, PREHISTORIC-- memory, and structures built to stop stars. The abrupt STOP sharpens the clash between hatred and hope, while the JOKEING subsidized jester turns rambling into self-aware performance. The tension remains between immediate nature and inherited order.

Claude

Animal moves nude through the landscape with childlike sensory attention to wind and stone. Youth becomes so much is memory as fantasy, fear, forest, plunder, flowers, and the white mans soul compete with moments when water or animal movement flashes him into peace. The close grows fractured and philosophical through structures built to stop stars, the impossibility of outlasting the Universe, and a JOKEING subsidized jester rambling between confusion, humor, and PREHISTORIC-- memory.