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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Gastronomy, Gases Strung Out In Space

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 41

41st Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

            While laughing at Ed Norton and coughing in his hand held microphone, Ralph forced a smile on his face while he mechanized his own clearing the irritants of  such mucus and colonial colon escapees so he can begin greeting and grating the berated present day paid accumulants who acted like they were boarding his radiation powered space bus.

            “Hello and Solar Sphere to all of you Ions with high-efficiency particulate air HEPA cosmicpolitians ,  I wish you were thinking you will be going from here to there.

            “I also would like to transport you from your low densities of matter in outer space up odor to  give you the means for some electromagnetically radiated personal travel  to your vacational metallic odder scents of arc welding fumes.

            “Arise and amass into our baryonic matter benches, seats, and sleepable rooms.  Here and there, the light and flight of dacryon might freight a transport for you across various millennial of time and distance.  

            “We can and calamity will force you into Electrospuratic Waves which we keep sparkinating a malignosphere in stagmights that you stink and think you are the kinks as I wink.

            “1180 ferromagnetism rocks and magnetars  around 20  times 10 to the 23^rd kilometers will be receiving you as quantum-relativistic cylinders thinner for your arrival.

            “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, Ralph Kramden.  No ignorance is displayed by Edward Norton, our version of an engineer, or so he thinks, if you can call that thinking, he does.   Included in your meeting list  there is Ed’s wife, Trixie, and mine, Alice, I alike.

            “Welcome aboard.”  

            Ed then said to Ralph, “Maybe they should have a strip to the moon.  I keep thinking of tripping over the moon.”

            Riding up to their compartments along the bus’s long and winding road were several people who were Spacists, several  filled with very thin gas.  Primary Colonials composed of hydrogen and helium.  And occasional gaseous gals who like carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen.

            Trixie talked to a Nebulae, “I like your giant clouds, those gases and dusts.  I often want to hug your hydrogen and helium; they belong in nurseries for new stars.”

            She smiled and said, “Radio astronomers examined my dust clouds and  centered my own galaxy in order to fountain the evidence of the chemical ethyl formate.  Mine sure are  responsible for  flavoring raspberries in different celestial bows.”

            Ralph then whispered, “"She's right, Norton. She's right. There's nothing wrong with giants like Jupiter and Saturn.  Trixie and Alice have their own atmospheres composed of various gases, including hydrogen, helium…  Sometimes they just  want to stay neutron predominate. It's my fault."

            Ed then sang out loud, or is that a Sang Out Lout:

                                    Light Sabers

Life Savors

Life Sabers

Like Saving

Light Saviors

 

            This caused Trixie to ask, “Cannibal or cannon ball?  Is this your New World Order or did a Newt Twirled Occur?”

            There were massive clouds of alcohol, primarily methyl alcohol (methanol), walking up the spacecraft aisle, introducing themselves to  several well-known Sagittarius B2 clouds near the Space Bus’s center.

            A well-dressed Gas, called Intergalactic Medium, flitted between the Space Gals in the third row.  He told them “Methane Gases, such as me, are crucial for life as we know it.”   

            One Gal told another “Some Gas sure considers himself a biosignature.  In Outer Space, who needs Biology?”

            Then three lightest atoms in the periodic table claiming they are to be Accreted the beginning  orbiting disks of gas formed  the fusion with that passing by Meteoric Quinone who is very  conducive to the expert experimental family called Chemiosmotic Energy who like to carry crosses displaying lipid membranes. 

            Ralph pointed this out to Alice, who told him, “ Well, if I was asked to describe your geologic build, I'd say you have, uh, very well developed muscles, uh, a good bone structure, very good bone structure, fine frame... and the whole thing is covered with fat.”

            Ralph just growled, “Dimethyl sulfide on my planet is my life.”

            That was when Mr. Abiogenesis Natural proceeded by them with his own starlite arising from fellow non-celestial matter.  He bragged that his pal, Sagittarius B2, spans over 150 light-years and is estimated to contain enough alcohol to fill 400 trillion trillion pints of beer.

            Upon hearing that, Ed snickered, “"I'm gonna learn all the expressions, too, like ‘Mi-crobe-flee-odd-do’, ‘12 Victor Hess balloon experiments’, and ‘High Particle Radar, alligator, later as I'm eating a potato’, all that stuff, I'm gonna solar burn."

            And suddenly, the next group of passengers were called, ‘Somewhat Farts.’  The prism that displayed that said, “These people are radarley domed.”

Trixie replied, “That is radarley domed to you but it is smelly doomed to me.”

That parsec then said, “You may think we are smell doom, but you are odor drones.”

Trixie then said, “Oh, just muon out!”

He answered, “You are sure getting piony.”

Ed pointed out to Trixie, “You sure inflict on microelectronics  a long time.”

All of a sudden primordial soup, passing electrical sparks through a container of gases brought a large quantity of gas around with itself like an energy store, perhaps as a provision for a long trip between nebulas.  Organisms used gas vesicles to control buoyancy and position.  Others optimally photosynthesized themselves. 

That made Alice point out to Trixie, “When she says things about your old boyfriends and about their teraelectronvolts in the inactive galactic nuclei, I know that she doesn't mean to get you cosmic rays. She's just naturally antimatter, that's all."

Filling in the rows of seats those atmospheric entries of Micro-Meteorite, and Implosion of Bubble in C-Space and Optical Waves rustled and pinged.  Alfred Kreb started cycling  another electron transport chain. “Life on earth is not solid. Our cells are mostly made up of water and we have gases coursing through our blood springs, in our lungs etc.” 

            Which caused some shouting of:

                        “Hate Me!”

“Space Meat!”

“Cosmic Sheet!”

“My Flight is in Elevations!”

“It is filled with your Cathode Raynes!”

“I observed to call you my hiness!”

“In electromagnetic radiation I’ll Call You Hiss ness!”

            And Ralph just turned to Alice and said, “For that last space warp, Alice, I'm telling you, I'm going for the technique of self-recording electroscopes carried by balloons into the highest layers.”

Then Alice whispered, “ For the last time, Ralph, I'll be very happy with your aching experiments of Professor Regener.”

To which, Ralph shouted, “Is this the 1920s?  Am I the term cosmic ray!   Peanuts!  What am I gonna do with peanuts?”

Alice kissed him and said, “Solar Wind 'em, like any other elephant.”

                                                                                            

           

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