Life Meets Breath and Not Death

            My human neighbors, the workers, were busy digging and cementing several housing enforcement skeletons for the use of several new people’s basements.  Some of their digging was done by hand.  To straighten their work out and set those building parts vertical to the ground floor gravity and to smooth the dirt so the cement skeletonized into our pimple hole of the earth that their electric do gigues were used.  A man here and a man there, holding, standing, and scraping the definitions of these soon to be new places where people will live.

            I was standing there, watching.  While I was standing, up from the back of me walked my new friend, my first reptile buddy.  He’s been learning English from me lately.  He tapped on my shoulder.  I turned around and said, “Hello Elemental.”  I call him Elemental because he now makes up my knowledge of living life.

            One of the workers saw Elemental tap my shoulder.  He turned and pointed his electric device towards Elem and while he was attempting to protect me, he fell off the side of the basement way he was working on.  Elem jumped and caught the worker and gentled him onto the top of the ground, unhurt.  Then Elem grasped the device and inserted it into Elemental’s own mouth.  The worker thought he was protecting me.  Elemen realized he was being fed.  The other workers dropped what they were doing and rushed in to protect their worker friend.

            Their work generally includes involvement in installing outdoor lighting fixtures, which can enhance safety, security, and aesthetics of a property.  Like running across snakes or lizards found in a yard, Wildlife Control companies are typically the professionals who safely remove and relocate reptiles to a more suitable habitat.   They usually need to determine what type of animal is causing problems, and protect regularly any specific areas of damage or activity.

            These workers know that for safety’s sake they need to clean up the fallen fruit, spilled birdseed, and other potential food sources.  Some informed the others that they read that lizards are drawn to yards that offer food, shelter, and suitable temperature conditions. They are attracted to areas with abundant insects, like spiders and snails, and prefer warm, humid areas or spaces with loose, moist soil. They also seek out areas with rocks, piles of brush, or other structures that provide shade and hiding places.

            Since Elem is a lizard, although he is shaped a bit like a human, the workers conversed that since lizards disliked strong, pungent smells and irritating substances, they should try spreading  chili powder and mothballs. The workers could not sanctify the land with cold temperatures but they might try some natural repellents like garlic, onion, and peppermint. Additionally, the scent of some essential oils like citronella and lemongrass might protect their working efforts.

            While this was being discussed and disgusting, my new friend’s friends suggested trying to investigate the ones building the houses.  They found a variety of small fixtures designed to illuminate paths and walkways, often placed at ground level.  Since their hunger factors point out things in their minds, they noted several power sources.  Some which might have involved  wiring running underground, connected to some realized outlets, or maybe the workers were installing new circuits.

            With the workers trying to cement some basement skeletons and my new friend’s friends trying to investigate them, the reptile people decided to stay away from those electrical systems.  That’s when I urged them to try to stay out of the way and maybe live closer to the wood’s stream.  Since I got to know my new friends, I examined the wooded area with some specifics and saw many hintings that the Reptile People were there for quite a while and ground scratches and built up metallic scale fallings suggested that during that long time that they were here they wrapped themselves around underground wires and above ground on overhead cables.  These machines were in places  because humans were not regularly there so these wires and cables, conductors, line cords, and strands could radiate energy without needing annulment coverings to keep humans from being shocked.  An electron loss here and a photon loss there cost the energy providers a lot less than ensuring living things living near by were negatively charged by those driven voltage sources and people’s resistance.

            With all this trying, still the workers emotionally had some troubles.  And when the reptiles tried to help them out,  they just caused more troubles, because if you look different you are not acceptable to a non open mind.  And I have to take the blame.

            I wish I was communal enough to convince both sides to avoid approaching or handling wild appearing life things, one to one, individually, yourself, especially if you think they are sick, injured, or aggressive.  Come on fellow living thinking things.  Living thinking things that I want to be friends with on and from both sides.  Even though a different living thing might at times carry bacteria,  you can call that bacteria ‘Salmonella’.  Well, that can cause serious illness in your and their people, too. An imagined disease can spread by either direct or indirect contact, and in anyway your mind thinks is possible.

            The reptile people breath bosons and they consume fermions.  The house building workers reacted using shaded materials to chase away the reptile people, but they thought flashing sparks would burn them up, not cause communal consummation. 

            In and out with bosons  subatomically filling their lungs with integral spins Elem and his family calmed down to a living walk.  His buddies gulped up a fermion here and a fermion there, giving their stomachs which transferred growth and protective sidings to their live bone and skin happy subatomic particlicious, such a nucleon half-integral spin filled living body.

            I tried to stop the attempted burns of togethered Photons and Electrons, those fundamental particles, which my friends on both sides differed significantly for several key aspections. Photons on masses carry particles with many electromagnetic radiations (light) and they removed caused  potentially life-threatening conditions like respiratory arrest and asphyxiation.  Along with that, the Electrons with their delicious negative charges, massed skin that are made up of atoms so my new pals.  Pals I wish we all considered.  Electro Sophistication.

  

                     to be continued

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A Hill of Beams or A Hill Up Feet

 

            In the past, when I watched living things out in these woods, I tried to friend them. Be Friend Them.  Be Friends With Them.  When I was young, one time I saw a baby crow that fell out of its mother’s nest, under a tree in the woods.  I watched it for about an hour.  I saw no one fly in to help it.  There it was, squawking around.  Trying out its wings.  And rolling around, in all different directions.  I decided to walk up to it. I picked it up.  I took it home.  I put it in an old bird cage that my parents had left in our garage. I tried and tried. I made it a dried leaf bed.  I fed it worms and seeds.  I gave it water to drink.  After about three days it started hopping around and eventually in direct directions.  And I saw it beginning to fly.  That was when and why I carried it back to the woods.  Back to its tree.  Back there, I let it go.  It flew away.

            I felt encouraged.  I still try to assist animals I see today.  I will throw my lunch to some birds.  I catch several grasshoppers for the turtles.  I drop cheese for those mice.  That is why I wanted to gently rub the head of one of those walking, non electrocuted reptiles, near that housing project.

            There I went.  I walked up to one.  It stared at my hands.  I opened my palms to show they were empty.  I stared in his eyes.  His nose petted the back of my head.  We got along.

            We met several times.  After a few meetings, my eyes and brain understood not his but their appearances.  I saw how they looked and were heighted and moved.  I finally realized that I met several of them.  And that enforced me to go to the library to read about animals.  I read about what makes up skin and scales.  I read about the makeup of cells and the ground around us.  I also read some geology.

            Animal cells obtain nutrients and energy by consuming other organisms. The complex macromolecules from these organisms are then converted into simpler molecules through digestion and absorption. These simple molecules, along with ATP derived from the harvested energy, are then used to carry out cellular functions.

            They did not eat me.  Actually, I did not see them eat any living thing. Dug dirt.  Dead leaves.  Dog Poop.  Dead animals and their bones.  But I did not fear for myself or for other living things, human or otherwise.  And I feel I am becoming otherwise.

            I began to realize that parts of my body think for themselves.  And they definitely think for them cells.  Fortunately, many of them try to be friends, or at least accepting, of all lives around them.  Sure, some think they deserve more, but some try hard to help a friend, a neighbor, a passing stranger, and some unknown, far away living or existing thing far, far away.

            And I began to realize that these reptile people think for themselves. 

            I also read that turtles can communicate through vocalizations, in many different  ways, including some ways like humans do. Turtles produce a variety of sounds, including hisses, grunts, groans, and even screeches, according to various scientific studies.   Their sounds are used for various reasons.  I realized that if turtles can talk and communicate with air coming out of their lungs through their throats out of their mouths, then other reptiles probably could too.  And I found out that these newly acknowledged reptile people can communicate with each other and others that are not their others but other living things.  These business owned workers are other living things.  I am an other living thing, too.

            Living Things.  Living Things!  We Living Things share elemental connectness.  it is generally accepted that living, thinking, and acting things evolved from unicellular, living cells. Specifically, the earth’s first living acting things evolved from a single-celled ancestor, likely a flagellate, approximately 600 to 800 million years ago. Their transition marked a significant event in the history of life, leading to the incredible diversity of animal life we see today.

            Even though it is the truth that electrons aren't "found in the ground" in the literal sense.  Think about it.  It is true that  electrons are fundamental particles that orbit the nucleus of an atom, any atom, not necessarily within the ground itself. However, the concept of "grounding" in electrical systems relates to how excess electrical charges are safely discharged into what is around them.  That includes the Earth, which makes this thought of as a vast reservoir of electrons.

            Realize that nature’s static electricity comes from the buildup of many electrical charges on earth’s surface, often due to friction between materials, and is a natural phenomenon that can occur in various settings, including storms and even everyday situations like cats walking on dried lawns. Nature’s electricity manifests as static shocks, static cling, and sparks.

            And with living things, their organic compounds like polyphenols and flavonoids, as well as macro and microelements have many components, such as potassium, calcium, and iron. Additionally, vegetation living things can contain pigments like chlorophyll and carotenoids.  These pigments get eaten by living cells and living animals.  Electrons sure love our eaten chlorophyll and your swallowed carotenoids.

            You’ve gotto get your mind to see that cellular organelles, which are often called the "powerhouses of the cell," are everywhere, including in you. They generate ATP (adenosine triphosphate) through cellular respiration.  Another thing is, heat is also a byproduct of the living process.  Those neurons occupying the preoptic area of our brains sure act as master regulators of our body temperatures. So, so many of these neurons can trigger mechanisms to dissipate heat.  That is sure a lot of vasodilation.

            With a vasodil here and a pumping heart there, here a metal, there a copper metal. Silver or Gold  or anywhere an Iron metal.  Us living things like to  eliminate any significant, freed thermal voltages.  Living things must not be able to tin, nickel or iron  all those beams of light that have been made to repel each other.  Life is so full of repulsive electricity.  Charges or not. Maybe our living cells discovered that they could help control data transfer through the hairnets and air nets and so many nests with enabled egg cells that want to work more quickly while drawing less power.  A lot of our attractions and repulsions effect the visible and thought up make up which some of us call the “optical force,” a phenomenal force which acts along so many of our elemental axis perpendicular to the direction in which light is traveling. Light light here.  Light light there.  Those parallel beams can therefore be induced to converge or diverge.

            These reptiles are beginning to look like similar man type creatures to me.  I’ve been watching them.  They do not attack each other.  They do not attack or eat or whatever other animals.  I don’t even see them attacking plants.  But they stay alive.  They grow.  They move.  And they are beginning to be seen all over the place.  I talked it over with my physics instructor.  I told him about those times I saw them cracking bulbs and putting the wires in their mouths.  They wave their hands over heated coals.  They breath in, they suck in the smells of rotted leaves and thrown out garbage.  My science teacher told me that in his imagination he could see a new way of life consuming electrons and consuming heat through their skins with rooting for joy over metallically infested rotted man garbage.

            I’m thinking it over.  I’m thinking it could be real.  I’m the one seeing them and it sure seems true.  That day, at the foot of the hill.  Or was that at the hill of the feet?  I saw my new friend.  I’ve watched them a lot lately and I now can tell them apart from each other.  I’ve seen him many times.  He must have seen me too.  He snorted the heat he was enjoying and backed a bulb in his mouth.  He rolled on the garbage on the road.  He shakes my hand and says, “Hello.”  While the neighbor’s broken lamp is filling his mouth.

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Life and Finds In A Charged Conflict

 

            I like walking through the forest near my home, the forest where I like to look at the animals.  Watch the animals.  Enjoy with the animals.  There are snakes sliding along the pathway. I see fish eating insect babies along the edge of the stream.  I enjoy those  turtles chomping on weeds and worms.  If I look good and close and silent enough, I can still see some of these there.  There is something else I really want to see now, but I won’t delete seeing what I liked seeing before.

            A few weeks ago, I noticed an out of state business deciding and acting to have locally unemployed people work to build houses in this wooded area.  The actual workers were there cutting down trees and digging out streets and a few house forms.  That was when a fairly chubby lizard, that I didn’t know, walked up to one of the shovelers, and smiled with an open reptile hand towards the visualizing lamp that let the shovelers see what they are digging into.

            The worker grabbed a taser out of his belt pocket and aimed at the standing lizard in order to get him out of the way.  That lizard grabbed, loosened, and with open mouth confiscated  the hand lighting lightning system that was pointed his way.  After the taser died out, the lizard who had not died walked away into the covered woods.

            The workers did not follow him.  They were amazed that the taser did not kill the animal.   They ran the other way instead.   After a couple days the lizard walked back, this time with some friends of his.  Tasers and electric barbed wires and flash guns did no good in deterring these who the workers thought of as beasts.  Instead, these efforts drew the newly found questionable friends more and more to the work area.  Gulping down light and flashes and licking up the barbed wire walls.  Human work had slowed down greatly  because of this disruption and disconvenience.

Eventually that selling group, which was directed by the housing builders’ business owners, gathered their workers to gather up this unknown life form, in order that those owners could sell this newly found reptile.  At first the investigators started laughing, but then they were frightened and eventually ignorented when those attempted capture of reptiles were not supposedly burnt up by that electricity and they lived and grew and found their way out with intentionally taking some of that electrical equipment with them.

Think about it.  An animal species that lives off of electricity.  They are eating Electrons.  Electrons are these subatomic particles with a negative electrical charge. For us humans electrons are the primary charge carriers in most electrical circuits.  Circuits?   Currents?  The Electric Current.  That refers to the flow of electrons (or other charged particles) through a conductor.  What are conductors?  Conductors are various materials which can allow electrons to flow easily.  Materials such as metals. 

What can these materials do?  Well, think about it.  How about living cells which learned how to interact with metal particles in various ways.  These ways include uptake, internalization, and even the formation of biogenic particles. Metal nanoparticles, in particular, may have been shown to be functionally important in biological systems and appear to be used for many things including therapeutic purposes. Those particles must have been engineered or harvested from living tissues, in order to allow animalistic researchers to study extraordinary interactions with cells and observe endogenous metal particles in different species.

With this Static Electricity such build-up of electric charge on a stationary object is due to the separation of positive and negative charges.   Positive?  Negative?  And then there are Atoms which are made up of protons (positive charge), neutrons (no charge), and electrons (negative charge).  Electrons?  Electrons!  And how about that Electric Field!  This is  a region around many charged objects where other charged particles experience that force.

 

We possibly got an  Acellular animal, something like a single-celled organism, obtaining nutrients and energy through phagocytosis.  We can see them engulf food particles and digest existence internally. This process involves their cell membranes extending and surrounding what to them is food.  And they begin forming a phagosome, which can then fuse with some lysosome which might contain a digestive enzyme or two.

Look at them.  Iron (Fe), Carbon (C), Aluminum (Al), and Cesium (Cs).   Along with so many non-metals with their halogens, ironically noble gases, and many types of hydrogens (H), carbons (C), nitrogens (N), oxygens (O), phosphoruses (P), sulfurs (S), chlorines (Cl), and, of course, selenium (Se).

Now, just like you, many unicellular creatures need to eat. Whether they like you or not, unicellular creatures don't have mouths to eat with, teeth to chew with, or stomachs to digest with. Cells eat other cells by engulfing them inside their cell membrane. You can just call this, phagocytosis.

Do you remember that reptile scales are primarily composed of keratin?  What is that, you may ask.  It is a protein similar to human hair and nails.   So, their outer scale surface is primarily beta-keratin, while the inner hinge region contains alpha-keratin.  Well, Humans have metal scales too,  to weigh ourselves.  Reptile like creatures that have metal scales to increase their weight.  We sure wait a lot. I mentally worked out that Electrons like water too.

These human workers seem like a  lot of kids who only think about themselves and they sure won’t and can’t think about ourselves.  They should see that that “New Guy” has metal skin from those elements that come with electrons.  Skin with such metal atoms which attracted to electrons through a process called delocalization. His valence electrons  must not be bound to individual atoms, but instead, they form a "sea" of electrons in order to move freely throughout the metallic structures. His shared "sea" of electrons can be thought of as the key characteristic of new metallic bonding because his body allows for the unique properties of metals, such as high electrical and thermal conductivity, and malleability.

Where we would get killed by electricity, we are noticing a new life that not only lives with but eats electricity.

Him and his friends are not a bunch of scarred ones. They are also not the scared ones.  They are the scaled ones.  Here is life like what we ever see, hear, understand.  Think about it.   When you are reading someone’s mind who is reading someone else’s mind?

To Be Continued…

 

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Who Kelped The Dogs Out

 

I recently noticed that Garbage Climbing can be a fun and psychically challenging activity. It revolutes me into using some adverse varsity of un nice unique musiques with their museum ships meant to make musical muscular absence absent streets.  Why not, since they are so often with dopes and hard glasses. Some vaped bees are now hiding.  This requires my choosing of the bright teeth, while understating several frisks, so along with me following my sanctity’s guidelines are ringing and clinging.

All this stuff keeps forcing me to choose the right Star Trek.  Hardware traduces like oval, cyclical, or Maître d Mannitol Haters that are genetically strapped more and surfed for climates. Adenoid traps near these powdered vines, many with a bristle or two of blue Purse Swazi Lands Unasyn Ions, for that armored chloride life.

 

Disrespect these three:

Czech points for lead or bleached Francers:

Each in their own insured  arenas, abound some truces that are a dear of optimates.

Shear approximate Lares of Liar Lyra:

Over here this deludes  sheepdogs, arrests, and purdy fews with wood tip.

Spruce a Limbo Rap:

 Stake pure is its good constituent ion and deciduae for free imbues.

 

Always fray a rope: This is a cruciferous for salty and jortled duping the chimps. Those newer sleep wear powers lycopene have Propper Lives that can be very cantankerous. They employ some sane war.  I think it is Lithoid Embassies during occasional hunt dreads or into horse thong winds.

I need to get raining from a quantified insulator. This can kelp your urn properly with tech and sanity products.

Now I am noticing that you act like you’re from Mayberry.  You keep on Opie ing!

If you keep this up, you will Get Toed or is that Get Towed or somehow Get Owed, anyway just Get Toad.  You Towered or Toe Herb.

This prescription has sure gotten out of date, and since I am usually out without a date, I still want to feel close.  I am closed. I am never chose.  Look at her!  Is this my closed up?  I wonder if she is Catchy or is Cathy?  She simply Can’t Be.  I tried to have a happy day; I totally tried to give her wine.

Should I get Iced Coffee or is I’s Confused?  I want to ask her, “Are we a Paranormal or a Pair Abnormal?”  But there is no she, just Tenants or Ten Ants.  I want to count on her.

My kelps are now large brown algae.  You just see weeds that make up the otter odor order of Laminariales. There are about 30 difficult generations. Despising their appearance will abuse  photosynthetics with many chloroplasts, “Kelp me!  Kelp me!”  life is technically not on  my plan but it is sure over a stromatolite.

Is this fair game or does the fair gain?  Have we now traveled  far to go to snort the coat ahs?

I guess it’s first forced fist which appeared to be due to someone who is rich, new, and  content with this continent.  So, you’re the one that got to start including iodine, vitamins, and minerals, as well as antioxidants. Life supporting hemorrhoids wealth can aid in  the eight mismanagements, and proffers potentiated anti-informatory with alien dancer properties.

Once again, that damsel in distress is really a damn bull in this dress.  I looked at her and saw such a Turkey that I took my Tower Key.   I yelled, “Ionization!  I am In This Nation! And a Litter Boy Veep has lots of leaps.”

So, I am now in these ideal, or is that denial,  conditions.  Kelp keeps growing up to 18 inches per day.   And in that dark contract to the Polar Born Fuselage, or is that Fossil Lodge, and those slow-glowing caramel coral corrals, whose giant kelp camel canopied towers above oh some floors.  Floors Like trees in a forest, with their giant illegal ill eagles leave it alls, providing food and shelter for many organizations. Also look!   A terrorizing territorial forest, kelping various forest expertise seasoning chances. Stems and barges sweet sweat sweater even out Mike El Niño.  You can tear your eyes, or terrorize those kelp, leaving a splattered winter forest to begin its growth again each spring.

What’s that?  You say you see an urgin?  Sea urchins are lurching at echoes with no derms in the class.   Ache Chin No Idea. About 950 beasties thrive on this seabed, inhabiting all oceans and depth zones from the infernal zone to as deep as of 5,000 m. They typically have a globular body covered by a tiny projecting pests, typically from 3 to 10 cm across.

Eric Cire is a Commercial Harasser who to this day invests in some giant kelp mechanically with a Communist-Approved kelp harvest plan.

Liam Mail hysterically charged vessels from up to 180 feet away and uses two mechanically digested defiant kelps in order to get them to hold up to 600 tons each day. More recently, mechanical polyesters sued smaller edsels for up to 50 dollars so they got gold growing up to 15 tons. Those Government Issued Kelp are also harvesting  hands, forearms, tributes, comicals, and recreated uselessness. Bulk Kelp say “Only Bee Fest At Hand.”

Now comes Amen, Omen, and Nemo.  These three dense cans of peas are allergic to General Akbar with his bold, neurological rich fathers. Because of their independence upon fright, more photoneutrons keep their four wrists abound in shallow open waters and with rarely sound lepers running 49-131 feet.

All of the sudden they saw that Giant Kelp who claimed his name was Macrocystis Pyrifera.   He had some hansom habits that knocked and chalked up to 100 feet below that ocean's surface.  If it Invaded EA, then the Invaded EA had sadly  said “You have missed Lids and such!”  It’s Lids are full of fast food places.

Monty festing on a feasted festering Fact In Stein sure smells like Frank with Incense.  A Gump Spice here, a loud blare there, hear some sweetness, smell some sweatness, everywhere is messed up wetness.  You aromantic biotoits surely fragrant the smokes for me.  I signed up with some doctor for aromantictherapy.  She just gives me medication for my meditation.  Reason is as Reason Was or Was Nuts.

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Spiral, Spectral, or Space Debris? Whose Debris Is This?

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 42

42^nd Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

            “Hello and Solar Sphere to all of you Cascails.  I am your Space Bus Driver, Ralph Kramden.  I see you are waiting to board.  I hope you are not bored, both you Shelled Inhabitants and Unshelled Galactropod Inhabitants.  I have my own inhibitions.  You intelligent asteroids sure are most applied, alide, and allowed to come on up, you families of Solaric Cascails and your fellow Terrarial Pulsardic Galactros.  I hope your molecules continue to chase.

            “My partner, Ed Norton, well he calls me his partner but he is just an employee of mine, anyway, Ed will take you Comets to  this ship’s most generational fusion.  Another place’s toilet just flushes,  but thanks to my company’s builders, and claimed by Ed, you can now thrust your flatulence landing scailics.

            “Glide along this roller coaster of your entry lines until you get to your paid for radiationerous spacials numbered off in this Outer Space Transportational Glory.

            “After a setapac of flight fantasy and frequency starburls we will claim to land at the not nearby Gasgalaxiods.  You  naturally lack a gravity so we will depart you with an impacternal spurd.

            “I am a member of a group of Omnibus Diverter operators who enjoys working for the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices.  You can call me, or Ed, when you think we can assist you.  No ignorance will be displayed by Edward Norton, our version of an engineer, or so he thinks, if you can call that thinking, he does.   Included in your fleeting  there is Ed’s wife, Trixie, and mine, Alice, I alike.

            “Welcome aboard.”

            Trixie then laughed at most of the entering Radiations and their Magnetic Energy companions.  At that time Alice smirked at Mrs. Carbonaceous Chondrite bringing in her little meteorites. Those loading this time have only a very small hypothetical extraction of materials from the asteroids with which they cannot retract into.  Whispering to Alice, Ralph began calling them either Osmium or Palladium.

            Ralph said, “If any of the Radio Waves ever get spectremed, it'll be my responsibility to go and visible light them.”

Alice commented, “Oh, that is a very infrared reflectability, Ralph. You better start now and find out what the ultraviolet oorts are at Bellevue.”

Ralph got mad,  “That did it, Alice - that did it. You have just broken the Corona's black hole with that star. You have ridiculed my brother Black Holes. You have just made exo of something very big that's close to my Kuiper Belt.”

Alice replied, “The only thing big that's close to your El Nino is your stomach’s La Nina.”

Mr. Aerolite Meteorite came up to Ralph and said, “Well, I'm pretty lucky, too. I have a wife, who every time she gets Aerolites for herself, she gives some silicates and oxides to me.”

Ralph smiled and said, “Well, I laser say, Mrs. Aerolite, that that's very accretion of matter. It's not many Supermassive Black Holes who want to give their husbands the same almucantar to the same altitude.”

Alice cut in, “Oh, I don't know, Ralph. I've been thinking of giving *you* something. the opposite of a perihelion, which is the point in the orbit where the celestial body is closest to the sun.  On Earth we saw what I want to give to you.  We saw it at night.”

That was when Thermal Radiation, who is a spectrum as an Andromeda Manager, indicated Ralph, “This chubby one’s gonna be T-Tauri.”

The Theory of Relativity had been introduced to the Kramdens as a Meteoroid Concept, and her occultation is not what Ralph expected, “ *This* is a Meteoroid? I thought Meteoroids had Small Magellantic Clouds  with Helium Horizons and black Sidereal Time.”

Alice just yelled at Ralph, “Keep your Submillimeter Astronomy to yourself!”

Ralph then said, “Look, Alice, please, it's simple Luminosity. We B-type something for ten Chromospheres, and we Scorpius it for a Dark Matter! It's that Sagittarius.”

Alice asked, “ If it's so Saturn, Ralph, why didn't the man who had these Tidal Lockings in his Waning Gibbous sell them to make this a big Protostar?”

Ralph thought and said, “ Because he thinks Solar Constantl, like you do. He thinks he's got to go from a Dwarf Galaxy  to the Dwarf Cloud to sell to them these Theoreticals. That's where my great Ionization comes in. I go on Trans-Neptunian Eclipse and in five minutes, I can sell the Wavelength, 2,000, to them. Look, how long do you think it would take that galaxy to sell 2,000 of these if he went from Equinox to Equinox?”

Alice smirked and said, “About one Molecular Cloud, if this was the first Keler he K-Typed on.”

Ralph moaned, “Oh, I'd like to Blueshift you just once!”

Alice cracked back, “I guess I am the only girl in town with an atomic kitchen. This place looks like Yucca Flats after your blast!”

Ralph sparked out, “ I have - I've got an eclipsing binary emulation. A perfect one. I'm a diurnal motion. Not a run-of-the-mill doppler effect, the world's chromosphere. For years I've been talking for granite, the most wonderful feldspar that's ever called me a hubbled   - you. I've never shown you the apparent magnitude you declustered, Alice. You could walk outta that double star right now and I wouldn't lunar cycle you. You deserve something better than me. There are a million Gibbous who'd give you anything if they could have a great red spot like you.”

Alice smiled, “ Ralph, I don't want a magnitude meridian object. There's just one infrared I want: you.”

Ralph calmed, “You So Tope, not Isotope, you're the Heliocentricest.”

Trixie was listening, she then turned to Ed,   “We're trapped in Sidereal Time, Ed.   A Sidereal Day! You've led us right into a Spectroscope.”

Ralph waved his arms dramatically, saying, “Toot the moon, Norton!”

            Osmium was heard talking to Pallidium, "Well, if I was asked to describe your blueshift, I'd say you have very well-developed magnetic poles," and "When the theories of lenses turn against you, and the corona upsets our boat. Don't waste those Quasars on what might have been, just lay on your Roche and refract."

Pallidium agreed, “Well, if I was asked to describe your Right Ascension, I'd say you have, uh, very well diurnal motion, uh, a good doppler effect, very good clusters of galaxies, fine fusion... and this whole thing needs a transfusion.”

Ed yelled out to them, “Hello, Astrals!”

Ralph then said to Ed, “You know, I was just going to go out and buy myself a new pair of vacuum reluctant boots. This couldn't happen at a better time!”

Ed then commented, “Ralph, there's only one thing you can do. Only one thing. You just gotta go down there, give them back the heavy elastic body stocking compressing your toes and tell them the truth.”

Ralph stated, “They don't care about the natural perspiration. This preceding technology includes the stratonautical.   They'll be laughing out of their removable capsules. What are they gonna put into their next inconvenience, ‘Bus Space Toilet Flushers won't die from Newton’s Laws of Motion’?”

 

 

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Towing Instead Of Toning A Steinway

 

I noticed my neighbor is rising here by 396 meters, that he is 1,299 feet above, and as I am sunk in this harbor, so all the ways there are sharp peaks which had been named for the discoverer’s resemblance to that traditional shape of concentrated refined loaf sugar.   Anyway, I’ll keep drowning here while looking up, and I begin realizing that a mouse will not explode when your mouth is defiantly not my home.  So now, and sonar, and snorer, I’ll just hope I can roam in all this Roman Bromine.  You may think I am Bromium Hyde.  You had better hide as you glide you little snide clyde.  You shan’t collide if you have  me as your guide.   So, just gulp the chain and sweep your sleights.  I have to keep trying to tell you that my brother is Broxide (Br) with his arid acid  avid disced brown liquid duct elephant. My Br sure has his own owned owed  noon metal click and  that makes it bad for you to get into his body. You won’t get a halo.  You’ll be going to halogen.  Your new  Atomic Number will be 35.  Just wait cause your indigestion will cause your weight, and you are told you should not inhale.  Vegetable Oils and Soft Drinks have used it. 

For that Vegetable Oil, drink it with the Origin of ‘stein.’   For you the German is ‘stone.’  Now that you are getting ‘stoned’ we can see your smug mug, usually with a bunch of earthen wares, wars, warts and other unawares holding beers, especially in their underwears, which they share, making them underworse.  When you are reading your Gertrude Stein, let her introduce to you U.S. authors in France.  You got to take that chance to drive to France, let’s dance. When you dive across county lines you are holding and sipping from Heinrich Stein with other German Statesmen.  When you go to a doctor, that morning use your  William Stein to prepare for a recommended U.S. biochemist.  I don’t know if you speak any other language but English tells  people that you were barred from earth because you had too many Steins.  Frankly you are a Frankenstein.

            Since I am trying to specialize in the number theory, my new  automorphic in forming geometry is "Fauna,"  which refers to the animal life of a particular region, time, or environment.  That is in  contrast with "Flora" which refers to plant life, not necessarily on the floor. Apparently, my life is not your life.  But, I guess, that is because my parents are not where your pair rents.  Do you even have a pair of pants.  I hear you are out of breath.

            We know you are collectively biota.  Not me.  I am a fun guy and you just call me fungi.

Instantly provisioning databases worry about my clusters.  My Flatulence keeps handling a lot behind the scenes.  Protagonists like to borrow from my latin.

            This Hololive  is one of the biggest productions of my neighborhood’s Tuberama Agencies, which are introducing glances of torments.  And again, Enigmatic stories keep getting lost within this kingdom.

            Those latent conservative reddits feed secretion into surrection.   Come on now!  Dry ease those road markers.  You’ve got to remember that my favorite Enigmatic stories are intentionally lost within this kingdom.  For me, some largest conservative reddit feeds section into secretion.  Now let’s just dry ease road markers.

            My abuse is dairied correspondingly to pherenial mortality.   Fits of morality and fists of monopoly.  If I think I can hear it, it is not near my ear.   That means that, if you can grow it, it did not get into your elbow.  If someone else can ride they sure ain’t got no pride.  They are just another ballroom cloak dance in which trippers perform primately in clothed positrons.  Your Viennese lander keeps landing your craft on my danceroom floor.

            I am glad the Cyber Loch Ness  electricalled that  Cellular Monster.  Would you, had you agreed, or do you have a greed?  I’ll keep looking for a barber, or am I a barbarian with a bar beer?

            You Fenchurian Detectives are no other otter than Harris Complis.  Some Hand Maidens in square rows in Denmark meticulously create the use of Turkish with these hammering technical squads.  What you did will just cause some Dancish Nation Academics of Muscles to keep parking by hearses horsing around in hours to hose your nose with their seismic routes.  All you can get from that is a fine cotton gingham with hastes in the gentle west wind, a long associated sprinkling of tonic.

            Hey now!  Zephyrus took  that clod of the wet wind Anemoicing cell curruptions which

he periodically trained to model a call with some chap who recently intercalated conservative wanderers.  Now they are gone away, while ample tissued intelligences develop and launch language modes for foreign visitors.  They want us to just burn ourselves from costumed reaction gurenets without spreading  the needed atom waste.

            As usual, park energy is imposed from allergies that affect the united verse on others’ largest scales.  Park energy dominates many universities.  It is existence coming from measuring feet instead of inches.  A cosmetic construction would remain content across lime and face.  It is probation that attached with a varsity of angels, such as pirating their theories of impravity.

            Tower Away, Tow Here Away, Where Do You Go When You’re a Coward At Bay.  Is that a Cow Herd at Bay?

            Can you placate a mausoleum Moscow Mule?  Or do we wedger the weddings of welding welcomed fossil fuels?  Come,  Come.  The X-men Elate Illogically Impose their Finest Hour.  Hour about you.  When planteens become polygonises in their own mortal shell. 

            Hiss, Hat, I am Hated at Bat.    Who are all these coagula things?  Schooley in the smoolie.  Sprechen Sie und Spoolie.  Am I just a Were Wolf or the Worst Wolf?  Oh, Garbage Man, Garbage Man, I Do whatever in your Garbage Can.  Are you looking for my Location or will you just Lock Oceans?   Just give up and vote for me.  I am running for Gun Fun Nor.  You just keep running away.  I can’t count up my votes.  Or is it, votes for me don’t count.  Count Down.  Count Dracula.  I don’t know if I count with Algebra or Allergies.

 

           

           

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Making Something Living Out Of Something Mischiefing

 

            Glass blocks the hail as the wind is visible from this warm seat.  There goes Hydrogen, in its molecular level, crystalizing my whole world.  How about that barking Nitrogenic stream, with its cold taking plays on some Magnesium Stars.

            See those chastising ants oxygenate many lava rocks festered with three poled magnetic spheres catascaping an aluminum base here and enfolding that Dolomite cloak there!  Here a Lithium, event in Lithium, everywhere aspires this Gneis Atmosphere.

            We need to regroup, so Calcite Clumps of parenetical scathings are people to you!  Come on!  Think with your eyes!  I think by melting your Ice!

            That song sung thin echoing through your gallows is a neighborhood of above intelligent abusive geophysicists from the planet Neptune taking their study calls from your planet Earth. 

            Oh, Radar, your Radium as Ion Waves meet Protiums escort for what they consider a nice gravitational clutch.

            If Refractory greets Defractions slicing through the time, one element celestian festulas its own prismatic convalescence tremors with slight and vented motion repetition.

            Don’t give me a coronated smell of your own echoing Nucleoid!  I flew in my anti atmospheric expels intentional builds of emotion crafts in order to sting the byon. 

            Configuring oxygen gets my ions in a bunch.  Diametered motor scaped sensory cells copy your palatial gurgling while I split atoms for a living.  You are not the living I am splitting atomic generations for.  Particle annunance slates the fossiliferous life banks that Sodium Pesticide chastises aliomatic congregations for.

            Faith or Fatality?  We just get the Swine to run all night.  Where is my Wine to run all day?  I left my buddies for a ring tailed pig.  Somebody yelled at my hay!  Nose Fur Achu and Draw Cula fought Frank and Stoned.  I just scoffed, “Where’s Golf!”  Then Van Fire nodded that Not King Kong was just Ping Pong.  I asked, “Just?  With no cheating shots?”  And he relied, “Electron Man, Neutrino Man.  And whoever else I need.”

            That caused Light Man, Blight Man and Lava Man to account like Proton Man and his lower Pro Tun Man Skinning Hair Man, Skin Man, Snail Man and Shoe Man to line up as volcanic craters narrowing Show Man because Sound Man snuffed Soul Man’s Sweet Heart with his own Sweat Harm.  Oh, Whatever comes after the Water Man is in the Water Main!

            Speaking of Water, have you ever put up with a Suer Man, or is that Sewer Man?  You should call me Lazar Man, not Lazy Man!   I don’t think that Home Man is a Human or even a Hue Man.  Who keeps saying,  Who Man?  I am always the Psyllium Man vs Seldom Man.  So, I’ll get off the ceiling.   I wonder if  That Man and Robust are really  Sum Man and Robot or Other Man and  Robin or  Even Gun Man and Robbing?  Now days you really are not Odd if you are Robbing.

            Here we go a Stealing Steeling Squealing Switching Snitching Itching.  Don’t tell me you are Caveman and Brontosaur Pus.  Last night  Slave Man brought Sale Man along with Sand Man to fight Salad Man.  He was a real Salad Manster. 

            Tan Man always Agrees to Argue, Are You?  His  Fake Mustache makes him  a huge  Nose Fun Tattoo.

            If you got away from Nose Fur Rotted Too then Owe Man will be your Omen Man if you see a fight with, and definitely not wit, Man Pants vs Pants Man.  You always seem to hunger for Food Man and his accomplice, Fool Man.  At least give him a Foot Man.  And you sure can Sand Man to whom you sent Silt Man, we can all scent you. You may claim you are Cent Man, but we sense you are not centsaytional.  Money Monday, you are Mud Man to me.

            You think you make history, if you really made history, I would call you Fossil Man.  You would be music to my ears.  You Rock Man.  We would entertain the world, you and me, who would be Roll Man.  But I am so so so ancient, I am Roman.  I am also half baked, they call me Biscuit Man.  And you don’t really rock, you Pebble Man.  We each think we are People Man but no one sees us, we Peep Hole Men. 

            You sure get to my ears, you Hair Man.  Hair Man Must Ashe.  Named Herman.  And you are definitely not Her Man.  Can’t you Hear Man.  Jump away!   Jump! Jump! Jump away you Hare Man!

Sprechen Sie stupid, you think you are German.  To all of us, you are Germ Man. Did you speak to me?  Was that you who Spoke.  You wheely Spoke?  You might be Gear Man.  I hate it when you are Near Man.

            God, I feel like I’m drowning.  You are such a Humidifier.  You think you are our Human Definer.  You are really another Humane Defier.  I want to just call You Mandy and Fire.

            There are so many that look like you, sound like you, smell like you, are hated like you, and are as stupid as you.  Was that your son?  Is that you son?  How about over there?  Another son?  This sure looks like a Prison.  I must Presume.  When you impersonate it is really Personal.  You don’t give any of us Salvation.  Thanks to you, life is just Slave Nation.  You, You, You Person Sold.  You might Goad but life is not Gold when you make our lives Prisoned Souls.  Stop calling me a Meat Head, I Presaid but did not persuade in your Curse Parade.

            You say you are pulling us out of the rising tide onto your Ramp, but it is just more of your Rampage.  That is your Ramp Age.  And you Dafts don’t get Paid!

            When you err now it is for the rest of my life.  And also, you are the blight of my life. 

            Hey!  Sixteen donuts and what do you get?  Fifty pounds heavier and three inches added to your waste. 

            Now, what do you call it when a turtle finishes its job?  “Sheldon.”

            And how do you get into a tortoise’s home?  “With a Turkey.”

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Worms And Turtles On Earth OR Whatever I Think

 

Digging through the ground, as a child, I found that my saliva encouraged me to have movements more than have hunger.  And I am not talking about my bowel movements.  I am talking about my wormhole movements.  And “NO” the hole is not moving.  I am moving!   I am a worm and I live beneath the backyard of a couple who sit on their porch and look towards the sky.  The sky!  The sky!!! I would never like to  or even be able to look at the sky and the sun and all those blue blistering bunkuses.

Some people call it “a Close Call.”  It might make me do “a Closed Stall.”  I don’t have any “Clothes At All.”  So much do I see you “Clones Fall.”

You just got to realize that Worm Warm is Worn around.  It is a Warning.  And the leaves fall where I won’t leave except in the fall when I must go underground.  People use my relatives to fish.  I don’t want to be another one hooked.  Line and scale and water you do.  Your sinkers do stink, urgh.

Some of you mistake me for a Shamrock Snake.  Yesterday I did run across a Strawberry Snake.  Holey Moley, up front was a Carmal Snake!

This caused me to decide to eat a new tunnel towards the East side of the city.  This is life.  This is salvation.  This is Salvador.  Salvador Dahli I do adore.  This is where I am at. I eat through ground and the ground gets pushed through my skin forcedly into the ground all around me.  This makes my tunnels lasting chunnels.  On the occasion I sometimes enjoy what I am eating through because I occasionally am eating through something I like to eat through.  Instead of a throw up I occasionally eat through dog poop, lost chicken wings, and root root roots.

You sure think you are the Apple to my eye. Hey!   If I ever had an eye. And I don’t have an I. And!  Oh No!  Last week I had several eyes.  A dead skunk eye.  So many squirrel eyes.  A rabbit eye here.  A rabbit eye there.  Here a rabbit.  Hear a rabbit.  So, I must have ate some rabbit ears too.  And so much of what I eat is rabid. Don’t eat me, and please don’t heat me, in this race you want to beat me, your race always tries to mistreat me, beets in the ground are so delicious, feets on the ground are delicious too.

A mirror image imagined me as a mere ore.  Or was that Ogre?  Origami. Oregano. Oregon are sure gone.  And look.  There are Four turtles sunning themselves on the log.  Another one, in the grass, is going towards this tree stump.  She knows where she wants to go.  Nothing will stop her.

Just like when that group of ants joined me in my journey.  They shared some rice they pushed in the ground.  They let me know that they enjoyed the quick move they had available using one of my tunnels.   

I really wish you humans would understand that a worm in the hand is not worth two under the bush.  And definitely none on a fish hook.

Us Earthworms are Lumbricus terrestris.  Now who is Aerating Soil?

I sure do like fresh, moist soil.  Freshwater is great too, but I also enjoy the sea. You People don’t admit it out loud but I am really good for your grass yards.   And also, really good for those Gardens.  Gardenias.  I love to be in a Garden.  Why do you think I’m called a Nightcrawler?  I sleep during the day, I hate the sun, and I’m out at night.  Especially outside of my tunnels where I can look for that garbage you toss out and I eat them up so you can have a better garden.  You Garbage Can.  And you sure hate me in your swimming pool.

You just like to bunch me and my friends up, throw us up and then into your garbage, and then sell us as bait for freshwater fish.   All those trout, largemouth bass, and panfish just eat us up. 

I just love letting water and oxygen  penetrate this ground. And I really hate it when you pour salt on me.  That causes me to lose my body’s water.  Haven’t you ever heard of osmosis?  Quit dehydrating me!

I also hate getting stuck on your travel areas.   Your sidewalks.   Those paths.  The roads. Your stupid driveways. You keep getting me dehydrated!

Try to remember when Carl Linnaeus and Jean-Baptiste Lamarck played with me, introducing me to all lethal non-arthropod invertebrate animals.  Life sure seemed polyphyletic.  In 1758 Linnaeus forced me into his Systema Naturae.  Such a scheme!  I love Us animals in three kingdoms.  Divided.   Classed.  We Vermes!   Insecta. Pisces.  Amphibia Aves.   And then we have to put up with you Mammalia!

Just whatever happened to my friends, those crustaceans and arachnids?

Well, back in 1793 Lamarck started calling the Vermes ‘une espèce de chaos,’ a sort of chaos.  That caused us to  react by splitting our own phyla!  Us worms.  Our friends, the echinoderms.   And also, you stupid polyps! 

I want you to know that my aunt, Platyhelminthes, is just a common tapeworm. There is also my neighbor, Nematoda, who keeps telling everyone that  he’s a  ‘threatworm.’  I am so happy that my girlfriend, Annelida, is a bristle worm to me. I met her at some medical place.   She had a friend who is a  Parasitic Doctor.  She was the hospital’s specialist, Cestoda.  I’m glad I went because, "Helminthology" was a group of partying worms.  And you, you group of  Panarthropods.  Your names are,  Mr. Cambrian.   Miss Carboniferous.  Miss A lot.   I would rather be  called “animals."   I just want to get stubby lobopods.

I wish you could learn how to be really Worm charming.  Here and there we need a Worm Grunt and a Worm Fiddle.  Then everywhere you go you will attract us worms from the ground.  If only you would keep  vibrating the soil.  I want to keep feeling encouraged to the earth’s surface.

Instead, you are just a bunch of Grunts.  I call you Grunts  “Stobs."  That is because some boss of mine found a wooden stake driven into several grounds.  He just "Rooped iron."  And we began calling him “ The Stob.”  You sure are “A Stob” too!

I would like it if one commoner would keep doing the "seagull dance".  Wood turtles also find it very Worm charming.  They sure like to stamp their feet.  They do it to attract us  Worms. Those guys get smiles on their faces.  Yes,  those turtles sure prey on my friends.

Haven’t you ever heard of “The World Worm Charming Championship?”  It was started in 1980.  It is now an annual event.  It was organized by  the deputy headmaster, John Bailey.  He wrote the original rules for this competition.  A crowd of humans was to be charmed by 511 worms, all in half an hour.  Since 1984 this became an official Company called “A Real Ale Beer For All.”   The cost leads to only a single worm being charmed.  Since 2000 the winner was crushed by a ball and began groaning a "Worm Gruntin' King and Queen". On the Periodic Table the scientists placed a Worm’s Grunting by listing us as a  “Plod” element.

Now you got to remember ”A Worm in your Glands Hurts too much to Ambush.”

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