Life Not Off But On And Of Earth

 

              I walked out into the back yard.  Standing there was a grasshopper.  My mother, from her window, told me to be careful for my skin.  I vocally agreed and walked to the side of the house, out of her vision.  I kept watch on that grasshopper.  When he looked at me, I held out my hand, opened with fingers out and those two outside fingers, the small one and the thumb, touching each other on the same hands, I held my hands out, palms facing the sun.  I was acting like some open flowers, and that grasshopper viewed me not moving other than bending in the wind.  He hopped over and landed in my right palm.

              My parents tried to act like parents to me.  They tried to act caring.  They did nothing to intentionally hurt or ignore me, but I could not feel they were close to me.  My brother did not even try to act like he cared about me.  He played God’s Priest using a chess board.  I asked him a couple of times if he wanted me to be his alter boy in his game. He’d get mad, throw pieces of the rug he had ripped out at me, and after about five times he would just ignore me.

              A lot of kids in  our neighborhood did not pay much attention to me.  They would play softball.   They would play football.  They would play hockey, using roller skates, in the streets.  My feet were too big for getting roller skates, so I could not play.  I did not like pushing into other people like some do in football in order to stop the ball runner or to be a ball runner.  So, I did not play.  I could not catch or throw or swing the bat very well so I did not play softball.  Since I was so bad at playing, a lot of the kids in the neighborhood would either ignore me or laugh at me.  I started walking through the woods to look at animals, instead of  being bored and saddened in my neighborhood.

              My brother was not liked by other kids at the start, because of what he said about them, but he played baseball and used a hockey stick a lot, so that he was good at it.  He played with them.  Once, he began fighting with two neighbor kids on the walkway home from school.  Two of them against him.  I saw that and ran into the mess in order to help my brother.  My brother got backed into our house and closed the back door as one kid tried to get him.  I grabbed the other kid as I was walking up the stairs to our front door.  He looked at my face and smiled.  He said, “Hit Me!  Hit Me!”  I said “I don’t want to hurt anybody.”  I let go of his arms and he laughed as he walked away.

              I did have some friends.  They were some of the few that the other kids disliked and laughed at and made fun of.  A bunch of the neighbor kids would go to the unused land a couple blocks from our house.  They would play baseball or football in the grassy area.  I went towards and slightly into that green grounded open skied area too.  Me and one or two other laughed at ones would go to a small hill behind a food store being built, that was in the unused yard for quite a while. A while enough for weeds and tall plants to grow, and amongst what grew we made our way through pathing a long not quite ridged top.  We made our way through so many times that our path became a permanent tunnel through which the green weeds and growing branch limbs gave us a secured feeling.

               Many days I had also walked in the woods carrying garbage bags so I could clean up treeless circles in the wooded areas garbaged and ashed up by high school kids who made fun of school and made fun of me.  In cleaning up the woods I got snakes encircling my arms and legs and they did not hurt me. They rubbed their noses across my skin.  On logs in the creek, I would see turtles sunning themselves.  After a couple times, they turned their heads and watched me.  In watching me stand by the side of the water they crawled off of their logs and came up to me so I could pet their shells.  As I became more used to the woods and the nice growingness of thoughts and actions of various forms of life, I found that the woods pathway led to the local Zoo.  In some mornings, after I would enter the Zoo, I saw Zoo paid people walking their elephants across the whole Zoo walks in order to give them daily exercises.  The elephants would stop and stare and pointed their noses towards me.  After a couple weeks they started pulling their care takers towards me so those elephants could snuggle their eyes against me.  Their ear flaps were big and near by but they seemed to know that they liked me and they themselves held their ears back so I would not get hit by them.

              In school I had to sit in the back of the rows in the classrooms so that the aisles of students in back of me would not be laughing as much out loud or crunching up papers from their notebooks and throwing them at me.  The teachers had grown into ignoring me, maybe they did not want to call me to the front of the classroom to spell a word or work math on the chalkboard and be laughed at and heckled by the whole room.  The classroom windows were open a lot and various moths would push in through the screens and fly up to me and perch themselves happily on my neck and head.

              At home my brother would complain about eating breakfast and supper with me.  He said that I stunk too much and had too many fleas surrounding our food.  My Dad made me eat in our bedroom so my “religious” brother could have a soul lifting meal with them.  Within a couple years my parents moved me to another bedroom in the house, it used to be a closet, so my God stating brother could have a more enjoyable night’s rest. 

              During my trails through the woods, skunks would drop me off carrots and mice would pull barbequed slices of beef and pork.  Bees flew carrying over waxed made up containers holding honey for my use as one of their growing clouds.  Racoons knew and understood that it would not be nice to my parents if they thought I left the house, so they climbed in through our bathroom window and scrunched on the floor various versions of my foot prints and shoe prints going up and down the hall and making my bedroom look occupied.

              I got holes dug for me in the woods.  Birds patted their used feathers and dried leaf veins covering the inside, ground touching areas of my new outside living quarters so that I could live and sleep dry and warm.  As time and living grew on, over my ankles, arms, legs, chest, and replacing my used, bolted, and busted shirts and pants are now various tendrils, twining stems Epiphytes (Air Plants), orchids, and several bromeliads.  Possums would eat my delivered lunches from my closet room at home.  Birds would flock to my several desk chairs at school.  My brother was so self involved that he never noticed me missing either at home or at school.

              Living happily with true friends; life, nature, taught me to start noticing that various exposures of the real Earth had different temperatures, warm and cold, not related to pipes and sun, and lava pushes, and flowing of soaking water.  Those mounds and grounds and rocks and ridges had happy and sad and greeting feelings too.  Life of earth had gotten more encouraging.

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Technology Below Biology

 

              As I was driving along the highway to work, I passed through a wooded area.  Past some trees I saw a deer.  Then there was a shroud of yellow flowers.  I thought of Yellowstone. 

              That was where I called you, ‘Fraulein.’  It was my Foul Line.  Because I am a Fowl Blind.  Not once, not twice, not even thrice I was Four Bind.  This may be your spice of lice and I am not full of lies.  Well, I do have a Foil Mind.  But I don’t need to  be Forward Mined.  I also don’t need to be kneeded. I just should look up a Four Word Find.  You do not look up to me.  To you I am just the Fudged Up Kind.  You told me that I am ‘No Kind To Me.’  But you are the one Not Kind To Me.  So, a Knot Mind Is Me.

              Your pal just said, ‘Pig Slash.  You keep teaching me Math.  Along with causing me a lot of fright.”

              I forget if he was Robinson or Robot’s Son.  Anyway, him and Cary had just Predated or was that predicated.  Anyway, I had a Date before and it sure was a  Predict Date with you Previous Dictator. She said I just try to dictate and all I do is  spell it wrong.  Or did she say that with me she’s always smelling something wrong.  And she sung to me , “Wrong, wrong are the deranged. Where the beers and the cantelope get played.  And someone is weird, and discourages with sneers.  Oh, you’re drinking at that bar all day.”

              A classmate told her, “Psychic Readings are much more correct when you watched a person ahead of times and asked the Bank how much they owe and to whom.  If a person is sick, tell them that they are being psychic and viewing auras.“   And all this time I thought that instead of trying to act Psychic she was being a real Psycho. It makes me sigh when I get kicked.

              Anyway, I finally got to work, and, Geminis or Geminids or Germ Filled Eyes, I was told a  Gar Man IDs  So my day was full of Garage, and that sure was Garbage.  As things go on, I hope A long hopping toad, where the earth is green, Stands a strong stupid abominable that you’ve always seen. He had swam around the Jupiter while the Earth was being born, and as horrid as it all was him playing his horn.  There will be green Alabamas and Gong sounding fleas.  We stumped around ceder selling fleshy group hugs with some symptoms that please.  You’ll notice some capes and drapes and vampire apes who keep popping their corn. The ugliest of them all is me, who makes everybody morn.

              My boss just asked me “Are you taking an anti-biotic or are you just being against biological technology?”

              All I said was, “I just saw Jack kill and hide.”

              He then asked me, “Are you comfortable or still confrontable?”

              I thought I was able to comfort.  I try to stay in my con fort.  I did not realize that nobody knows or cares where I crumb from!  All and all I think we are just a concerted.  We need to fill everything with nos and not a nose and nobody knows it is sure not a contorted consort.  So, are the bosses  asking me to just be a knee wart?  They sure are not Just. You yourself are so cold that you claim you are justice.  In reality You are just ice.  You tell me I sure don’t serve you right but you want to sever my right.  Arm that is.

              Back on the factory line I am wondering, is it only that you can’t stand me or you can’t stand Earth?  You sure can’t stand on Earth.  You are not the Standard.  I have stained ears.  Because of me you  get strained ears.  Are you really anything at all?  You sure don’t do any thinking at all.

              Another coworker asked me, “Are you the one that does any thinking or are you just a tin can thing?”

              I just sighed and said, “I don’t wallow in the soup where I’d get swallowed by the stoop.  Hang me, gang me, lose me all my hope and hang me,  and while you’re at it, keep that life blood out of my daily meal.  Save it, brave it, catastrophic crave it.  I want to do things and you definitely don’t want to do thinks.  Definitely defy defining me.  You can’t find me anywhere.” 

              So now I’ve dug in a way to coordinate my eyesight with photon feelings on my upper epidermis.  A silicon crystallization is crossing the mid under trained Mediterraneans on Neptune.  We all will do stupid acts that we are told so we may be paid for keeping those magnetic waves in their own, owned, and owed collection lines.

              And since this is Yellowstone, the geysers are the geezers what we pay for with our tweezers so I’ll sneeze air as my life bares and I’m not rare, we’re all around here.  Hair me, dare me, no one at all is Fair to Me.  And since I am at the Fair, I must be a clown who got cloned in the dome where we are all down. 

              Hi Fi over night, the first car I hit tonight, I fish at bays, I delight with fright, I’m on the road to hit you right.   You just keep on attracting all those flies while I lie to this herd of Nuns.  Anyone.

              A vampire at the end of the claw is our president at the end of the law. Which is our loss and that Witch is our boss.    Lawyers are lawless with their blood sucking teeth on our throats.  Musk makes us fly to Mars but muskies swim in real water, not the stuff that went down the drain.  Our lives were drained for four years and they are being drained again for another four years.

             

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Growling Up In My Kind Dred Garden

               I was yelled at, “What part of your body got smashed against the wall?”

              I stirred my head, looked around, and said, “I can’t tell right now.  If it was my head, that may be why I can’t tell.  My back thinks it hurts.  My right arm is too warm for me.  My left knee won’t move.  What do you see about me?”

              And he just said, “Today is Dog’s Dan for your mote cram.  ‘What does that mean? ‘ you ask.  Well!   Today I am your special Threat.”

              Then he continued, “I’ll cut your chest so your heart valve could be seen.  I’m sick of seeing you Again, and to me you think you will A Gain while we all keep  Aging as you say life keeps Raging.”

              I frowned and whimpered, “An Age and A Gast.”

              As he told me, “An Agent who’s against a guest.  Who gusts from the unjust?”

              There was a grip and a gap.   I thought, from the thrift there was a Giraffe.  Oh,Lungs next to me and you’ll just Tomb Me.  Your lunges toot to me you tootie fruity.   You should just lounge out you old meat head.

              Then you told me, “I’ve been led to the lead and sure shall shred red.”

              And I responded, “another gesture from you, the court jester who belongs in curt

Was that meant to be?  Or are you just mean to me?”

              I looked fakingly sad, “In God We Rust.  But thanks to You, You Stink You Ink.  You’re Odd and you make us  Bust!”

              I just remember back in school. I felt every grade was like kindergarten, but they are much kinder in the garden, while I am cinder and my lava hardens.  I am so light that I am pumice.  You others have to harden.  Hardy har har.  Laurel must be with you.

              We have to count in math class but I can’t count on that temporary, and I mean contemporary, teacher that I had in English class.  He pointed at students and asked them to spell different words.  After a while he pointed at me and asked me to spell ‘Arctic.’  And I stood up and said ‘A’ ‘R’ ‘C’ ‘T’ ‘I’ ‘C’.  And he told me to think about it and spell it again.  I did.  He sounded mad at me and said to spell it correctly this time.  I repeated myself.  Then he told me to sit in the back row as punishment.  He then went up to the blackboard and chalked up for us:  ‘A’ ‘R’ ‘T’ ‘I’ ‘C’!  No wonder I can’t spell.

              I like going to the Library.  The Librarian told me not to READ out loud.  So, I stopped doing that.  

              Gym class was difficult.  I took a long time to do push ups.  Sit ups hurt a lot.  When we had to climb ropes, I would rather stay up there rather than inch my way down.  I kept getting yelled at when we were told to run around the gym or in the mile circle in the outside of the classrooms.  Years later a doctor told me that I had flat feet and could not run.  That hurts when you are a kid and it looks like you are not listening to the instructor.  My feet, at that time, were so big I could not find gym shoes that fit me.  I’d force my feet into shoes a couple times smaller than the size I counted.  That and my flat feet hurt my gym experience even more.

              Art class was fun.  My penciled pictures looked good about dogs and fish and trees.  What looked bad was my signature.  My handwriting is terrible.  One of our science teachers told me about handwriting analysis. What he said pointed out lines in our palms and the auras him and I could see around people.  No wonder my science stunk in college.  How that guy was hired to teach was that the school’s principal graduated from a defunct college and his father bribed the village mayor into letting him hire this psyontific instructor.

              This Sure Is My Heiratage: 

 

                             My sleep is different than your sleep

                             My sleep is different than yours

                             My sleep is different cause I have a cpap machine

                             My sleep is different than yours

 

              And I did not have a cpap machine growing up.  I walked, talked, and looked around in my different class rooms while part of my brain and body were sleeping during the day time.  School was school.  And living in my neighborhood did not mis it one bit.  My parents told me to shovel snow or mow the lawn.  Parts of my insides passed sleep around and I made mistakes which my parents got used to.  The neighborhood kids tried to get me to play softball and football.  I could not score. I could not even catch.

              I got laughed at a lot.  But a few of the kids would walk the paths of the forest with me.  We did not skate.  We did not fight.  We enjoyed animals.

              My brother, and the normal kids in school, and my neighbors called us Hogan’s Heroes Characters:

 

              Colonel Robert E Slowman

              Colonel Wilhelm In A Klink

              General Burkhater

              Staff Sergeant James Cinchless

              Major Wolfgang Hoofsitter

              Sergeant Hands Gorge Schultz

              Colonel Quit That

              Corporal Peter Knows Nuthin

              Foul  Helga

              Corporal Lose It LeBeau

              Forgetful  Hilda

 

 

              Sergeant  Schnitzel Picker keeps ordering us, “Abundance is futile!  Now start Dancing Square!”

              Then there was Corporal Neverkirk to Stink when the kids acted like trying to buy a drink from the bartenderess, “I’m giving her all I’ve got, Chaplin!”

              Fraulein Helpme, “Seargent Has Schnitzel, sometimes thinking that I’m always  hearing the words ‘don’t drink frequently’ again, I'll cry.”

              Surgent Has Schnitzel, “It is illogical for someone I work with to follow the words "don’t drink frequently."

              Fraulein Helpme, “Then I'm an logical woman. Would you never stop telling me what an attractive lady I am!  And how do I not laugh at Kirkadant Stink when he’s been Mooned?”

              Seargent Has Schnitzel, “Stink is The Man In The Moon, Fraulein Helpme.”

              Fraulein Helpme,  “I'm not surprised.”

 

              Schnitzel says, “Then some Twisted Sister broke her neck mister.  And you are the mystery she breaks next.  Weight up while the ships row in cause you got to pour away again.”

              I said, “You think you are the Jack of All Trades!”

              And he answered, “It is so obvious, No you are not, you are the Jack of All Hammers.  You are such a Hammer Head.  Don’t keep Sharking Me.  Fin ish it Now!” 

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The Promotion And The Clog Come To Earth

 

              This body is full of food.  These eyes cannot see without the light.  But the food poisons it to death.  After death the light blinds its eyes.  Cells in the water in the blood veins in food it eats killed that body because it’s in a cell. Death makes life lighter when the body can do like a candle being lit up and that makes life to burn it down and blind it. 

              Makeups of elements that walled up liquids in foods  blood and ionic spectrometric coulometers destroyed those irises that need it and those that don’t need it are us, The Photon and The Dog.

              We, in this element,  are The Photon And The Dog.  On this visit at this time, we are acting like We Bae Heights.  The Bay Of Pigs.  The Pigs that Digs.    Their Prolog and Their Clog.

              To engage in this environment, we Promote ProTemp Pro Sore ProSour, and Oh, Yes,  I Mean Pressure, since I am a Mean Pressor Processor Professor.  I want you to just give me a lot of prestige and that is me in my pro suit in my professional suite, and you can just prosecute, juicility .  Just do it, don’t do it justly, your justice is due it, and you are Just Ice.  We  claim what we do is to Preservative Natives with Definitions Not, and you call me a Knot Head, but you Can Not call me a Nut Head.  You are the one in the Can.  You are the present nation for this Presentation.  But us, the Clog Blog Fog Frog, we are acting Frog Get Full. 

              Just Remember, and don’t Dismember this December, that I am the one that voted for you.  Well, I not only voted for you, I vetoed you!  So, what do you say?  “You Are Not Right!”  Well, I will just write.  Poets and Authors?  Ports and Authorities!  What are their rights?  If that is not a rite this is not a written.  Did you call yourself “Conn the Barbarian” or was that “Come On You Aquarium!”  So, Are you a Corn Husker or another Calm Musker?

              The Dog keeps asking me, “Was that another Maxamillion Facial or May You Fee Low Real Surgery?” And that is not the only thing he keeps.    Nope, that was a Judge in his Chariot, not a Jewel Who Cheers A lot.  Boy, he sure does Beers a lot!  And You do slurp a lot!  Come On!  I am not talking to you!  I am in shoe of you!  I’ve lost my life!   You’re full of Hate!  It’s not about truth!  It’s just that you hate me.  I wish you just hated for me!  For I am my life.  And that is not a Foreign Life.  You called me Ridiculous.  I wish I were Ridiculed Less!  We All Know That You Are A Riddler Loss!  Again, you are on your Radical Laps. I sure know no one no more than one.

Freconomy or Free!  Come On You Nixon!

              This is the Promotion of the Dog!  Think about it, I am not For Motion.  I have DeMotion

I Do Moe’s Shun.  Dog and I have not Dug Up!  All of our Moes Shun. And these Curlies Cue, too.  And Larry keeps Linking in a Letter.  He’ll sure Link You if you Let Him.

              There is nothing Up here about me!  Are you going to keep touting this or  will you be Trouting This?  I guess you are back in Willoughby. 

              This world is a desert that has been geologically proven to not have any saleable material.  No gold.  No iron.  No oil.  No life that anyone wants to eat.  This area is maybe four times the area, perhaps many areas that are corralled by an impermeable, impenetrable compound.  The water is removed.  The air is removed.  The gas is removed.  Lifeless virginity is established.

              A study of estimates of the early moments of the big bang is examined.  Four to six groups of the original compounds coagulated by the big bang are noted.  They initiate the four to six original groups of the virgin existence areas. 

              I like my Mixture One:  Hydrogen, Oxygen, Water.  Then some Hydrazine, Ammonia Borane, and Urea.  I can’t do without Cadmium, Arsenic, and Chromium.  Come on Sulphuric Acid, Phosphoric acid, Hydrogen Chloride.  And we finish with Borax, Milk of Magnesia, and that lying Lye.

              The Dog has his Mixture Two too!  For him it is a bunch of mixtures of heat levels and cold levels.  Now don’t forget Mixture Three with it’s Varying amounts of Regular Light and Non Light.  That Nun does Really Light Reality.

              You guys have your Mixture Four for you.  Varying amounts of Electricity (which includes Magnetism).  And that snob has his Mixture Five, even though he is still alive.  All Of His Varying Amounts of Radioactivity.

              Now we are 100 areas cordoned off.  Old such 100 areas arenas were individualized with representatives of the five above mixtures.  These were observed for self-initiated growths of life.  Happening from that, now we have 200 areas.  Whose 100 are, as were also experimented, with humans visiting and trying to colonize those areas.  You guys are trying to grow your own food.  Hah!  Hah!  Try to produce your own breathable air.

              All around now we have 300 areas.  Those 100 original areas were also copied and had human beings inserted into them with surgical, chemical manipulations done to those human beings to have them survive, grow, succeed in those areas.  Their skin changes.  Their blood charges.  Their thoughts, words and deeds are deranged.

              Now we have experimenters visiting some 300 or so areas.  They take samples.  They observe.  They test.  Do the life forms there, if life formed there, or if human life was reformed there, know that their home area is on earth or are these visiting earthlings from another planet?  Maybe they are gods.  Maybe they are equals.  Maybe they should be destroyed.  Maybe they should just be ignored.

 

                                           Who learns to communicate to (or with) whom?

                                           Who is enslaved?

                                           Who works together?

 

                                           Are both intelligent?

                                           Are one side pets?

                                           Are one side cattle?

 

                                           Who gets Enclaved?

                                           The one’s whose lives are Paved?

                                           I am just not Brave.

 

              Just ask yourself, “Which side is worth?”  And is that “Which” or “Witch”?  Anyway, within that side, is one of the same worth or worse more than others of the same?

              Is Earth’s elite doing this experiment?  Are all citizens able to contribute?  Are all citizens able to benefit?  Is this being done to learn?  Who learns?  Are we, or some of us, growing slaves?  Are we, or some of us, growing food?  Are we, or some of us, mining rewards?  Is this just a game?  Who is gaming who?  Are one or several of these WORLDS really the ones in control?  Is it or some of the it’s a vacation resort?  Is it a prison?  Is it a school?

 

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Growing Up Green With Envy, Not Ivy

 

              Grass poking out of the ground.  Vines spreading right out under my feet.  Branches, weeds, and hard barked trees.  I am around because I come around and I am on my round.  That is where I went.  I walked the woods to the Zoo.  I walked the woods to try and fail to catch fish by hand.  I walked the woods to get to the bowling alley.  I walked the woods to Look at the Sewage Pipes.  I walked those woods to clean up high school kids’ smoking party messes. I walked the woods to watch the turtle on the log. I walked the woods to kiss my girlfriend.

              Those thoughts are there! I just can’t understand them.  Or is it, those thoughts are theirs, that’s why I can’t understand them.  Thoughts now or taunts now, I’ve never been taught so that’s trots now.  I just need to think a little, wink a little, turn around and stink a little here.  So, was this a comedy or did that comet just die?   I think that’s your commitment you Commodore Commander Commandant.  You Dot Head.

              I know I am Human and prejudiced but I do a lot of pre judges  and it is so very monstrous  that I cause stress and stress.  So, to me you say he’s still ahead.  How can he be ahead and still.  You are sure using that still.  I think that I’m gonna switch doctors.  Well, witch doctor was that.  That one’s sure deep in a well.  And I know he’s deep in his spells.

              So, did you grab the stalks?  No, I did not brag about my talks.  You are the one who always stalking.  It is me who is the king  of these stalls.

              You think you are in the lead, or is that the pencil in your head?  I tell people “Awe, he’s just in a pen, still.”  And they tell me, “And that is justice, not just ice.”

              Ask yourself.  Ask yourself!  How and when this world could end?  That’s the same as how and when my sidewalk ends.  And you trend with how and when your winter ends.  I know not how and I am not a Cow so when I ask How I’m not Open.

              I just play worm man on TV.  I have a cape that I can wrap myself in to look like a long tube.  You see me.  I jump in the ground here and spring up there.  I look like I’m not moving, and then, snap, I spring to the other side of the village.  And then the crook steps out of the bank and the ground beneath him becomes a deep hole that he trips and falls into.  A hole in the ground.  That is a Well.  Well Well.  A gang is running to attack a woman and I cause them to slide face first into the wall.

              If you were a Worm.  Well, even a man who can barely count, and moves his lips at night, that’s when he reads his looks to make his worm bank grow.  When you shake and squirm  And the book provides what you need.

              And all of the sudden my aunt got bitten by a man.  So, now she is Aunt Man.  And we just sing,

              “King Kong, you have the shame of

                King Kong, you know how lame is

                King Kong you’re Ten times as fat as a man.”

              That caused the Fat Man to Awake. “I am fat.  And I didn’t even know it.  I am fat and even if I admit it and I still won’t know it.  I’ve cut down on what I eat.  I go for long walks.  I’m old and fat and walking is the easiest exercise I can get.  I always just do the easiest.  And I still don’t know that I am fat.  My rings are loose.  I have to tighten my belt or my pants will fall off.  The scale does not go as high as it used to.  But I am still fat and I still don’t know it.  I sure with someone will continue to tell me that I am fat and that I don’t know it.”

              All this happens and I finally get my worm to sleep.  I’ve had him two months now.  He loves it on the living room couch.  I had to close the door in the bed room to keep him in his basket.  “No Sam!  Off the bed!”  he’s back again.  I love that red dot halfway down his neck.  That’s his “Sam Dot.”

              And then Carol, next door, first pointed it out to me.  When something is new, when you are close, maybe too close, you miss the details.  The defining traits.  Nothing sticks out because it all sticks out.  I want that “Sam Dot” to sleep tonight.

              I just have to get my worm to sleep.  To sleep the whole night away.  I’ve had him now for two months.  He’s something I can talk to Carl about.  He loves it on the living room couch.  I had to lock him out of the bedroom.  It was constantly, “No Sam.  Off the bed!”  If he would only get used to his basket.  I love that red dot halfway down his neck.  That’s his “Sam Dot.”

Carol, next door, first pointed it out to me.  When something is new, Like I am, and you see him every day.  When it is new and you are close.  No matter how close you get, how open minded you are,   You don’t see it because you see everything and everything is overpowered into nothing.

              And now a real little, little, little hello is our past president, spying on us because, as we all know, microwaves tap your phone lines.  The proof is in the Putin.  And we heard that from a real Putin Head.  That guy loves to play the game “Putin Take”  He’s got us all playing it.  And you know what, WE are losing.  And he gets taken from as he takes from us too.

              He told me that “When I put quotes around something it isn’t real.  But it is, even when I don’t put quotes around it.  And it’s up to you to prove what I said.”

              Oh Lord, when will we get  A Real Pipe Line – Life Dying  Protester – Arrest her  Corporation – A citizen  Lets call the whole thing off.

              The truth hurts.  Prove that this is the most honest administration we ever had because no one has hurt the citizens more.  An alien has a pet worm.  Another alien is married to his job.

 

                             They’re coming to take my Bidet ho ho

                             I flushed your stool

                             Oiled your roids

                             And this is how you pay me back for all my clean

             

             

              Hi.  I am A Dog.  I am in my secret identity.  I am Barkley Brewer.  And, I am on a date with Lil D’gon.  At last.  Lil was reluctant.  I talked to Lil’s work buddy, Kay Nine.  Kay Nine feels sorry for me.  She knows I like Lil.  She suggested we go on a double date.  Her boyfriend is Terrance Arr.  Dinner and a movie, me and Lil, and Kay Nine and Terry Arr.    

              A Dog as Barkley Brewer on a date with Lil D’Gon.  Enemies D Catcher.  The Cat Cher 

Lil doesn’t want to get too close because she thinks A Dog might be interested in her.

Fossil Bone is not a bone; it is a rock.  Dog Tags, you’re it.  Giving Pigs.  A bunch of Kernels.  Colonel Kennels!  That is someone who stole Sue and put a bigger dinosaur on display.  Sue was real  “My name is Sue.  How do you do?”  But Sue was a fossil.  The replacement was a cast of a fossil.  He who casts the first stone.

              But Sue was stone, not real bone.  Are the Giving Pigs (Or is that Guinea Pugs).  Time Travelers?  Are their Kennels time machines?  What are you going to do?  Dig in the ground and find Gold?  Sure!  Dig deeper.  What do you see, a coral reef?  Ya Sure!  What do you do?  Dig deeper and find oil.  As if a dumb dog digging down can gas up a car, oil a hinge, and set the world a blaze.

              Sue’s skull is like yours.  You both got rocks in your heads.  Who or what is she?  A Dog?  A Cat?  Her, she’s Dog Catch Her.  She riles me up almost as much as Mail Man.  I sure got a lot of anger to vet.

              Go ahead.  Dig up some oil.  I gotta stick my head out the window.

If it’s a petrified forest you could still raise a leg.  A double date with Kay Nine and Terrance Oar.  He’s from England, Yorkshire.  They saw a movie, a Chick Flick.  The one with Sarah Buldog.

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The Fossilized Space

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 46                           

46th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

 

              “Greetings Neutroneon Neons from the certain Past that we all look up to, unless we dug down to it, in our current with our currency curing you, into the Future. I won’t dig for you but you better dig me.  And ‘dig me’ means you look up to me, emotionally, you are the ones that were into the ground, not me.  We are greeting you for our fun.  Our Agreement is fair.  I already have this Bus Run.  I already be here. And I won’t intentionally hit you with a hammer.  If you break up, you break up on your own.  I wouldn’t try to break you open; I have enough trouble trying to wake myself up.

              “I’ve seen Fern Fossils and Fish Fossils so don’t believe that You are Unknown to Me.  Slates and Rocked Coral Reefs are now suppose to ride up.  This coil rail will forklift you to your paid for seats and sleeping walled in areas along the length of this space bus.

              “The company that I claim is happy to pay me is the Omnibus Diverter, with a bunch of their operators, and they sure act like we enjoy working for them, and that is again and again, if you ask ‘When.’  They are the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices.  We keep sending spending patrons and various materialized matters across various regions, solar and otherwise, where we call space, it is known to you as ‘Outer Space’  as you can be out and still.

              “I am your driver, Ralph Kramden.  I bolt you along to the moon and the stars with apparent partner here, Ed Norton, who wipes dirt down if he keeps up.  He once was called   a Meteor, or maybe I eated meated meat less.  In case, or in your chase,  you think you are served by doubles, we are joined with my wife Alice and Odd Eddie’s wife, Trixie.

              “Since you can afford, Welcome Aboard.”

              Riding up from the nucleus skin of Neptune were various stone like creatures that looked like stone ferns and stone foot prints and a Terror O Sausage or two.

              Ed looked at a travelling Trilobite and said to Alice, "Well, let me tell you, Alice, that if this, uh, legs and body part things walks and really calms Ralph down, I think that it should be presented to the Unknown Space Flight as the greatest instrument known for some piece of our time".

              Alice, to Ed on fuselage escape walk, "Growing dead arms like this reminds me of that old poem I used to love from my childhood: 'When he crept out into the stealthy night star, Little did he realize the breathable air was not there'".

              Ed then said, “One of these days... One of these days... A meteor shoots his coffin up, and we get GLOW! Right in the vacuum dust!

Hamina-hamina-hamina-hamina.

              Alice said, “It’s always Bang, zoom! That rapid expansion of space and the release of energy that eventually led to the formation of particles.”

              Norton then said to Alice, “It’s You... are in a metal space.”

              Alice replied, “You Sure Got The Ethenyl!”

              One of the major paying Fossil Like Beings,  a Bronco Auroras, came out of his room and said to Trixie, “In A Matter of Space Dust,  I the words of the immortal bard, Shakespeare, "There are three times in a man's life when the Paramus wants to be a stone: one, when he's transmuting his transmits; two, when he's being ionosphere with his lights; and three, when he's in the insulation ship  on The $64,000 Bus Ticket.

              “Like we say in the nebulae: ‘Time and pride wait for no human.’

In response to Ralph being recently shot out, I know just how you feel because I went through the same thing two or three millennia ago when they covered me up with the limestone. I felt just like a fish out of the universe.

              “I read that Norton has been fired up from his moon.   Ol' Ed Norton, reliable ol' Ed Norton, soring 17 years in the stars. And now everything's down the black hole!

              “If you’re on A Matter of Life and Death, Don't telescope me, Trixie. I'm sporular.

Like in atmosphere or Not in atmosphere, my Official space helmet is Captain Video!

Va va va voom!

              “I don't process a medium, an Oort, a Kuiper Belt, or a string of icy bubble like space cloud objects.”

             

              And Trixie replied,  “Like when to your Mothra after she gave away your aesthetic of space illuminated by the moon which Ralph was planning to go to this evening.  YOU...ARE A Jupiter's moon Io!!!!!! A Jump Junk Skunk Jupiter's moon Io!!!!!!! YOU!!! Jupiter's moon Io!!!!!”

              Which Ed heard and started to say,  “You're gotta Space Shuttle yours!  Some broken ammonite fossils are passing as they  sung,  ‘Lava, Lava, My Lava and You’ll All Come To It.  Tunie Broody Malam Brokey…’”

              At that same time, time in space is here, their, every worn out.  The Stego Star Bunch were being directed by Ralph.  Ralph said, “ I'm the general of this bus. And what you paid for we goes!”

              One of the stars dripping convection  the better said, "A fight or a flight 'cause I'm goin'!”

              Norton asked,  “Ralph?”

              Ralph did his usual answer,  “What?”

              Norton pointed out, “In that  Mine I think they smoked.”

              Ralph said,  “ I don't care if Saturn burns”.

              Norton reading from the map,  “They don't possess a mace jar or a bottled up  France.  They seem to think this is  a yacht or a string of polyphonies.”

              Ralph sneering,  “I'm glad to hear...”

              He stops suddenly, "A string of polaris"? Where do yoee that?”

              Norton pointed,   “Here, ‘a string of space Pokemons".

              Ralph yelled, “That's "a string of Solorock and Lunatones"!

              Ralph then said, “That's the trouble with you, fossilized attendants. You don't know the latest elements!”

              One of the Stegos replied,  “I don't know what the latest dark meant??! Who is it that lets your auroras out every other day??”

              Then The Comet Shell said to Alice, “I'll go fix your space figure. I won't be gone long, Figurine. I call you Figurine 'cause you can’t figure me out.”

              Ralph butted in  “And I'm calling you The Event Horizon 'cause you're collapsing me!  A Giant Star!”

              Alice told him, “Ralph, can't remove a ring from this Saturn.”

              Ralph then asked “ Isn't there any geometric storm around here?”

              Alice answered,  “Yeah, we made about 300 rounds.”

              Ralph cried,  “Rounds or Pounds, my bathroom scales says I’m getting those!”

 

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