nonsense

We a perceived beings
but it cupping deliberately trimmed
And it once task likea ear dogs cupping off
In that means to you dont servid in restaurant a fly agaric mushroom
You can drunking to side to wild wikings
is not desirable.
Cuz you feel must still in border allow
But we sensored set and must be perceived.
Shifu that wonder what nonsense child teach in schools.

the sensitivity of all sense organs is specially limited.
no one will understand what you're talking about.
of course I'm a tai chi master.
you're not a master.

this important.
Only for you.
Ofcours it note for remind.
you never read is.
A intent to perceived must be firstly.
How much you have sense organs?
And every broken?
Well I can take a thing on ten metrs of i
Congratulate you it one what you learned of tan years.
Any a china child can such kungfu.
not every one.
through one.
such sensitivity will deprive me of walls
then why do I need a house
here sure!

and you're willing to hide, not take it?
I think that dog cut off its own ears and tail.
They really don't teach that in school.
Sensors have to be working at full capacity.
The body senses the world. There's no other task.
What do you see? What do you hear?
It's all tactile.
Other things are secondary.

Not everyone even gets to such understandings.
I'm telling you, you haven't gotten there yet.
Look, you can't get auyasqua in a restaurant. It's not allowed at all.
and this knowledge can only kill someone who can't hear, can't see, and doesn't even know about the other sensors.
Thank you, Ouija, you're so kind.

Not like that. Did you feel it or did you just blurt it out?
Just blurted it out.
Don't do that.
You know, Ouija, you're not a kind person at all.
You're just perfect at everything.
Why are you so perfect? That's suspicious.

Did you feel what you said?
No, I didn't.
Look, we invented the idea of learning a discipline that no one else is learning.
Well, you have some strange ideas.
Me?
“...the Ouija table listened attentively to the letters and tapped the floor with its little foot on the right one....”
don't repeat anything.
That's Maitre Nabokov.
even more so.

you haven't practiced in a long time and you've lost even the sensitivity you had.
How do you like my palm on the wall behind your back, imaginary friend?
It's not even impressive. Everybody can do it.
The text is neural-networked art. It's a fantasy story.