World Without End or Existence Without End

 

              When I was assigned to be growing up, the crowds around me which I acknowledged and thought I understood their wordings told me that ‘WE’ should care and be proud about ‘Our World Without End.’  But, the water that I drink contains cells like the liquid, which seems to a lot of us what water is, in our veins and spooting out our noses, which some of us think are living beings, being beings themselves and parts of our beings.  Magnetism and Gravity pull and push, like wind and hands, many together pieces around us.  I do not know.  I know many people who claim they do not know.  And many more that claim they know everything.   I don’t know, but I think that many of us are existing.  We may have cells within us.  We may be parts of cells around us.  Iron Rocks pulling and pushing with magnetism may be other existing people, like and not like us.  So much kept and keeps happening when they growed around us.  Oriental People lived around us.  Asian and African and Island people lived around.   Growing up, my family proclaimed ‘We are White and We are Our Own Group!’ But Black People lived and still live with us.  Turtles lived around us too.  Monkeys lived around us some where. Dogs lived around us a lot. Rocks and ferrous and silicon rocks may pull and push and notice each other and us.

              I hope you noticed that That Jelly Role Gun Shot made those Die Near You.  Bing, Bang, Boot, Brute!  Are you just going to ask  me, “How can I Sea a Gravity Mind if Icons are streaming in the Aurora?  Steam Me, Few You, Little Deny Lions are Magneting in the wind.  Wind up my mind because my life wound up wounded by a mine, and I wish that mine was not mine.”

              In what I call life there are three neutrons that allow my chronic gravitational flows to prism into the entrance to my second past.  There is a nest of magnetism housing me for thirty centuries.  I keep echoing the protons washing through our city’s streets.

              I just took a walk to downtown in order to build the muscles up in my legs and to strengthen my heart.  I took a long time.  If I went too fast my muscles would hurt like an attack.  I did not stop and sit on the way.  I looked at the streets and, on the sidewalks, and into the various grasses that I passed by or had to walk on.  Downtown is sometimes down tongue when time runs backwards or in cycles which causes circles around buy circles.

              Boy, those Kaon Mesons are unpredictable subatomic particles—specifically certain mesons— those composed of a strange quark and an up or down antiquark.  Don’t give me a vice versa with your voice sounding your verses. They carry a "strangeness" quantum number, are essential for studying CP violation in particle physics, and have a positive, negative, or neutral charge.

              I know that Kaons are vital in developing likable  quark models.  A model here, a moldy there, here those quarks are fundamental constituents of master matters, specifically on elementary subatomic particles that combine with anti-matter to form co-opposite particles called hating hadrons, sucking up our protons and neutrons.

              You, me, and it have Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, and Bothers, I mean Brothers, and they are Mean Brothers that are cells in a family which is a being.  A neighbor with their neighbor with their neighboring neighbor are parts of a neighborhood which is a being.  A neighborhood with the surrounding neighborhoods make up a city which makes it into a being.  Cities make Being States which make Being Countries with Maked Being  Continents which make a Being World.  Look out there.  There is a moon.  There is Mars.  There is our sun.  Our solar system is a being.  Solar Systems make Astral Beings which make and not break Being Universes.

              It’s not just our universe.  It is also Verses versus Universes into are all viruses.  And that made He said that, she says, that they says, because we shed.

              Try to understand that Infinite, is in finite, with all those other infants who keep net drinking tea, in a fine night tease, causing  that famous Interglobal Instant Taunting Aunty Anti Taunty.  Tight fright from the bite mite.

              Haven’t you ever noticed that in savage owls, their peep holes keep them hooting free.  “Shoot me!  Boot that!  You’re not free!”  But you just call me a freak.  That brings to my mind, ‘Watts son are you?’  Of course, instead of replying, you ask me, ‘When will you pay me what you Ohm me?’  My life is a lie with my grades from school.  Ick!

              You could be would be ‘wound me cool bee fool free.’

              An aging comet flew around my moon mission boat for thirty-two glances what my gland says through my mouth’s lens.  I fell toward that ear filled towel.  Clear the field of all snakes that slither through auras that my related sun bursts out.  Stars Freight, Stars Ate, the fist Stars that are Late Tonight.  I swish in May, Eyes fish that bites, the wrist Stars that blast my flight.  Fell into felt stilts like pennies in my wealth.  Pine your pennies away.

              You’ve got to learn that different religions might be different entities, or they may be different technicals or testings of the surrounding feelings or reactions of our grouped entity.  The lights yellow, green, ultra-violet, and blue is a nearby neighbor to high-pitched sounds around gravitational sodium crystal cells.

              I got through all this because my brother hates me like iron hates oxygenated cells in our platinum tuberculated bloodstream.  That bloodstream is an anti-accentuates attic driving route with many rusts through the throat organs of non intelligible space.

              How can we think we know existence and reality unless we realize that plants are living things too!  Crops and leaves in forests react to each other. A lot of plants are planets.  And planets are friends and enemies and cells within veins of each other.  Look at that forest’s stream.  Look at the algae and ferns and fish and you.  One stream helps the other.  One stream takes water away  from the other.  Several stream grow a pond.  That pond has eyes.  Does Mildew Fill More?  Or Will Willard Fool More? 

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Some Times I Feel Like I Can't, All Times I Rant

 

              I was slinging my bow in order to  keep the wolves away.  Seventeen stubborn lilacs stubbed my toe.  Too Too Tomorrow you little narrow toots.  I wish you would not tell me to Drop Everything and Work on Your Problems.  What I do keeps Your Problems Working All the Time!  All the time there is Grilled Cheese.   Or are they Growled Fleas?  Tease One or Freeze the Otter.  I’ll just Order Odor our one Dough Otter Rotting a Robot again.  Frank and steins are all over this place.  And that is only a place mat, wait until you face Mat, you chased rat.

              So, let’s just Signal Smarts. Or do you make Gingle Marks?  My holiday flows away.  This way, that way, everywhere when I weigh way way way too much water.  Water.  What for?  Four Watts.  And your will will Sea what is the matter.  And that matter is Sandy.  You are Duned.  And I am Doomed.  A Dome with a Red Brick on my Foot Click.  My Mind does Clicks all the time and it sure ain’t a mine as I ain’t got no mind.  Never Mined.  I just blew up.  Bark at me!  I’m not a Pup.  Look at my Pup Il.  Pop pauses for my pup’s paws.  And I am Awed on the Lawn while you still Yawn.  If you kept still, I would not hear you yawn but you are Knot Wood as I drank from that Still.  My drink is al gone.  Al as in Alcohol.  Cup to me.  Clip to my Jugular.  I just drink till I am gone.

              North America.  South America.  Australia.  Uropartners.  Uropany.  This Uro Penny is  Your Old Penny.  Don’t pick up that penny from the toilet.  Let someone else Toy With It.  And if there is green plastic in there, or Greek plaster in there, or even freaky gas in there,  it is toy lettuce.  Don’t eat it unless you are a toy.  It is not for a joy.  Speak about no joy, I am employed.  I employed so much into that toilet bowl from my toy yet bowel.  Urology, Grinding Cringe Ology.  My Urin is not Logical, so Lettuce Urination.  This Nation is controlled by Urination.  Solares or Solar Flare Us?  Lost Algebra For Otto.

              And again, Our new King is Selfish.  Like those other Kings, those older Kings, filled with their stings, thanks to their Greedy Kingship, we will not live long.  They don’t get a long  Eggs benefact.  Those Eggs been on the Attic.  Toes Eggs beg for Addicted.  Benedict Arnold Pig!  Hog Watt was that?

              As I go along  there is The Worm.  There is The Wonder.  This world is The Rim.  Such a Wander. One Deer wondering after another.  Or Winter splinters after an Otter.  This Worm is Weird every day.  Squirm about this morn.  Does Any Body earn a Christmas’s Worm?  Anti Bodies or Ant’s High Bodies?  Morn Me More! 

              I was just formed with  a brain by what I drained from my pain.  You painted it on your garage with all of my garbage.   Cars barrage in smoke massages.  Lars are lost in most balayages.  And I have to keep Aging Here and Aging There, Aging, Aging Everywhere.

              My commanding office sir asked me “  Are these Week Nights or are We Kite Knights?”  I told him  “We are Weak Knights.  And if you heard a noise.  You heard my Adenoids.  You are a herd of Ant Boys.  White House Non Responsible Dinner honoring the White House Non Responding Winner.”

              His secret airy said to him “Doe’s antlers, a female’s antlers.”  And that Secreted Scary ordered from me, “A glass full of drops of golden rum.”

              I asked, “Does this mean that I Am underrated?”

              I was told, “You are under worn.”

              I just replied, “Well, you are under pants.”

              And my neighbor said, “You sure are always under a worm.”

              And that was from a group of Mick Dumb, a Plump Oh Dumbo, Elephants or Eli Faints, anyway, with his mouth or not, he said the Shamrock Snakes are back.  Every day a non-venomous Eastern Racer is a Black Snake.  I realized that It Is Not Well.  It is also not back.  It’s Baked!

              My boss again said, “You’ve been resented as well as I’ve been resnorted.”

              And his assistant said, “I’m a reporter as well!”

              That’s when he told her, “You’re not Swell.”

              And she replied, “Your stomach swells and you smell like an otter.”

              He smiles and proclaims, “I’m such a skull guy.”

              Life keeps going on like this.  Our new work includes naming elemental gravity ground formings as alien intelligents with contrapted buildings on other planets.  I am beginning to realize that Aliens are not like us, if they exist.  We cannot tell what or who they are unless we really notice the real them.

              One once told me, “Bing it home or bring a stone.  A bright stone that you bought at home.  Home or loan, I’m always stuck alone.  And I got struck with a bone.  My luck is all gone, and you call me a Goon.”

              And I keep going up those Zero Gravity Stairs.  Hero Depravity Glares.  Out of Air Spares.  I just get Sparred.  And I am Sparked.  I’m just a Sparrow whose life is narrow.  Come at me with an Arrow.  It’s one that you borrow.  You’ve won ‘cause I’m Marrow.

              An engineer came by and told me “A gear don’t need sticking out teeth to enlarge their movements onto this world.  Cooperation accomplishes what forcing and kicking up against does to worthwhile neighbors, the closer the better.”

              Come on people.  Do you hear what I hear?  No!  Do you think what I think?  I know you do not think.  We all can see that, and you feel like a jerk.  I’ll flea from you.  Your fleas are your bad habit.  Habit hear, have it here, have it rabbit everywhere.  You just wear like a robot.  Tobor the Ape Man.  Low atoms mean we have high ionic patches forming the time your nose counts from blood to limestone.

              I hope you will be able to get around a bit.  You are such a hippocrate.  You mitts are such knit wits.  And there is no wattage too.  My wheels are blowing in the wind and my heels are flowing in my mind while my heals are abstracting gigantic calluses upon the whirled world around me.  I take the loss of a shredded white flower while my boss calls me a coward.  Ward that you cricket might.  Mighty Mouth is ant it again.  Three Wards be Warts under sea Warps.

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Life Grows Biologically But Not Geologically

 

              Those D Eccrine glands secrete so many watery, electrolyte-rich fluidite systems in order to aid thermoregulation secretory coils for their final sweat hypotonics.  That goes on as you call me ‘Dennie, ’ but the reality is,  I’m always ‘Denied.’  And I feel ‘Dented.’

               You might claim you are the lithosphere which  asthenosizes all those mesospheric mantles; outer cores and inner cores alike,  But the reality is that the crust and its upper mantle keep lowering the manuals’ outer core, whether you innerize the core or not.  Knots and Volts burp mean with a shamed grin.  Grinner.  Inert.  They fall on me, captioned captures.  Mole eaten old plot, Jelly or Snot,  Noisey Fines with a Space Pilot.  Oh, call me Radiation, nut one of us are in vein. 

              Because of all this, I decided to take a mega ton of Ultra Violet light and boil it for four minion Magnetic Minutes.  Minutes? Smidgets? Regrets!  Dial Its! Just ask, “He? She? It? Weed Day!”  no matter who or what answers.  And with all of this AI there was no matter who answers.

              My Hydrous Iron Oxide (Fe2O3-H20) formed this typically low rust first forums. All my

Iron Oxide-Hydroxides (FeO(OH)H20) gravitate  a yellow version of space dust that only illuminates in high-moisture, low-oxygen environments with sound underwater.  Iron Oxide ( Fe2O3) told me it is the good stuff.  Iron II Oxide  (Fe3O4) kills all who melt all.

              A passerby on the street told me that our Sudoriferous Glands react with columnar epitheliums to form various neutron stars, and magnetosphere shields so we can enjoy their Cosmic Ubiquity.  I love seeing streams of plasma that are accelerating particles no matter if there are Faraday field lines or ions and electrons.  And that matter claims it is matter to me.

              As this keeps going on spermatia (0) deactivate aeciospores (I) in order to urediniospores (II) your teliospores (III) and take away my basidiospores (IV).  Life just gets more yellow, cyan, and magenta.  Do you dopamine (pleasure/reward) in your own attempts to serotonin (mood stabilization) that neighbor’s  GABA (calming/inhibitory) while your wife norepinephrines (stress/alertness) and your child continues to glutamate (excitatory/learning)?

              Over and over again ask if that is a Tornado Warning or is my Tomato Warming?  As usual. I am told, “No, you, as usual, are squirming and warping.”  I just went along and said, “Well, wrap me up, goochie gooch.”  And I got told, “Okay, grouchy grouch.”

              At work I got told, “Well, you say that I am in ‘Ship Shape’ because you want me to get ‘Rafted.’”  I realized that if my fellow workers keep calling me a ‘Skunk’ then I am really ‘Sunk.’  My mind realizes, “‘Sick of me’ sticks to you like Elmer’s Glue.”  And my fellow workers sure ‘Stink’ to me.

              Do I get paid hourly Circuit or Secret?  I see a lot of Kreets that create fauna from the fall off from that moon.  I just got back from the planet Anselon in the Narion system.  Narion  to me, Ion to you, you need to keep an Eye On Me Too.

              And you keep asking me, “Is that Two Eyes?”

              I am so bored with saying, “Yes, it is Too Icy.”

              The guy in the by side department added in “My Two Eyes See Too.”

              Our latest customer told us,  “I See several Seas.”

              And our business owner said to him, “I saw you sever that guy’s arm with your saw.”

              My boss whispered to us, “So, he is not armed anymore.”

              And my desk partner whispered back, “He won’t be armed until I sew it back.”

              At least I get paid, so we all put up with times when there’s an Asteroid Incoming!

And we just have work rules made from Oh, Artificial Intelligence.  And all We can say is “Aye Eye.  There are just Beasts, see?  Your jests are Deeds, see.”

                       You guys got to set minerals in prism outputs in order to grow accusable friends I needed to photosynthesis promotic eon particles.  Partial organics are strictly forbidden.  Aluminium is a constant cooperable that coordinates vibrations of diameters with anti-reserving of silicon valliesc

              Work here, work there, there is always a Comet centric aurora bull realist.  Realism doesn’t touch our protons, and them, me, and I am against any life modules that come up against us.  Those are two opposite against.

              Moving onward, forward that light on my brain keeps lying to the coldness of the radiation that keeps our heart pumping.   I like to think my pumping is the same as pumping water for a whole village to drink but the reality is they are pumping sewage out of me the same as a hole from the village that causes stink.

              Realize that a bunch of our neighbors have directly observed barrels of zero light interference—known as casual viruses or sugarly, not sure girly, brights—moving faster than night within a special circle. Using ultrafast election mothballs on hexagonal boredom night after tint, they confirmed a 50-year-old reduction with outward violets relaxing in yellow light, as these adenoids carry no emergency or information technology. The next breakfast could alert unsatisfied, but not sad defied, imaginations and nano nano techniques.

              Just as we got along everyone sees my penny counted dust bin turtle hurling mongoose towards the back door exit.  That sure excited him.  And it was an ex-iced hymn. I said that, Tim!

              To put up with this I have to pry open a fossilized hope chest that I dug up during a vacation to the Hills of South Dakota.  My heart went out to the family that passed it on from parents to children to children’s children until the geyser erupted into a volcano and ash protected it while sandstone and gneiss layered the area.  I carried it with my from school to school until I graduated and was accepted for a job in a local diner.

              My father just told me to “Pray for Help. Pry for Hope.  Prey Four Lords.”

              And I sung out “Auroa Boring Alice.”

              Then my mother told me, “Clean up You Latex Defibulater.”

              I smiled to her and said, “The Later the Bettor.”

              While my brother told me “Stir a pile in my Byles.“

              So, to be a bother to my brother I asked him, “Philanthropy or File of Ants Trophy?”

              Now I get to go on with my life as I open that door on the chest in the living room, or, if I am living, I want to open that door in my chest and eat hearty.  I am trying to get the point across, “My hearty.  Hear me to you.  Here comes the slugs.”

              We got to understand “Is Life Prophylactic or Pros File Lacked Ticks?”  We also get echoed in our brains “Robotic Mutants or Paris Sitting Infections?”  Every minute of every mind nut we want to know, “Is the Black Hole and the Aurora Borealis a Parasitic infection or a Pair of Sights Injections?”

 

              The answer our minds echo is:

 

                                           “Support

                                           Transport

                                           Laugh Forth

                                           Because My Lunch is a Fifth.”

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Space Flight Or Spaced Out Fight

 

              My Degeneration begins February 31.  Our Degenerates beg in all over the place.  This Degenerate Nation begatted with big rats after the election.

              I had to be taught to conquer each fear and to push every boundary.  I did, does, and will never accept the limits they set.  I am acceptional. So are you.  You’ll except what you accept too.  We all should know that what doesn't kill you can make you feel stronger.  Hey, what makes you stronger to get you through each test?

              Movies such as Werewolf and Dracula and even Frankenstein are racist.  Just because someone looks any bit different than you or come from a different location does not mean they are monsters.

              Life is in the hands of  hundreds of computers.  You need 12 million horsepower just for a rocket to ride.  You might also like The King of Metal.  He sure is Blaze Bayley. The Brave will be Blazed Bayley and you will take One More Step to be called ‘Blaze Bayley’  while the rest call out “Oh, God speed to you!  Oh, Good Greed in you!”

              All of your life you have dreamt of this moment.  Through all my blood and the work that I done.  Oh, the sweat.  Owe the sweet sweat.  You claim you are focused, but you are so blinkered that you are just so single minded.  I didn’t know you had a mind at all.  Nothing could stop selfish when this course was set.

              You just think that you conquer each fear and have to push every boundary.  I’d never accept the limits that you  set.  What doesn't kill you can make you feel stronger.  What makes you stronger gets you through each surest.

              You think we Owe God’s speed to you.  We sure see, hear, and feel the Groggy Greed of you.  My neighbor looks to heaven and feels it surround him.  I am Unknown and have unknowable foreverness.  What lies at the end of this hysterical journey no one can know since you just take their best guest as your Pest.  Each thing he will face will just seem so uncertain. 

He is getting strapped in for the ride of his life. 

              What I thought was the Diameter was really a Reeder Maid that’s on Orbit or Robots an Obit.  My, my!  Bats of Undead just Bite my Neck.  That makes me notice that now there’s more mirrors without me.

              Then someone  looked at the center of the room, saw me flying there, and pointed to me and got warned by his friend, “A Bee!  See, Dee?”  And that made Dee look and she yelled back, “EEEE!”  Her friend said, “Effigy is just a sculpture with High Eye Jaybird.  That guy is just a Jail Bird.”

              This caused Dee to ask, “Is this his Custom or is he just Cussing Tom?”

              Her friend, who is Herr Friend said, “It is all Sea, Using To Me!”

              Dee then sung out “Holly Jolly Jelly.  Eat North Gongs clean up First.”

              And the Deutsch Man asked, “Do you want me to clean the ceiling first or clench up my fist?”

              That got me to tell them, “There’s a Spacester in the forward bow with a brow like a plow, and we now have to be going ‘Bow Wow!’”

              With all that is going on a black hole got us so concentrated that we now have very little deep punctures in space and time. At the end of the puncture, my neighbor received a thing called a singularity where all known laws of nature broke down. Nothing that he knew of existed at that point.

              There are just little red dots, no more do we have  the formation of galaxies, it is all just  spaghettification.

              I am now waiting for black holes to be formed when that passing magnetism had a sufficiently large sun, about 10 times or more massive than our sun, and reached the end of its light, and it repeated its explosions and exploitations into some supernova that threatens to collapse back into a black hole.

              It’s Verses are Red and that Viruses you too!  You are now such a tube.  Soon you will be famous or Soon Tubby, Face That!

              There are a best bunch of kids in the swirled weird world.

              For me it sure is a Whirl Wind and all around me are the ones whose World Wins.

They cause my World to Wind Down.  And they keep Wining All Around.  They don’t even admit that they dine on Wine.  My life is such a Grind.  And those Lies do Chyme.  “Chim Chimmeny, Chim Chimmeny, Chim Chimpanzes.  Their world is so Lucky, Unlucky for me!”

              And then you taught me about Spider Man.  You told me that Spider Man

Gets killed by his wife like A Spider Can.  He kept putting up with her lies as she was putting.

She ended up with many Guys.  He felt just like a ‘Kook Out.’  To her there aways comes a Sky Pierced Man Up.  He’s always as smart as a Banana Game.  And he always gives up to that Spider Dame.

              That got me to feel to not ask it about Toucan.  Toucan is just  in a skit as Too Man. 

His life’s a slit.  And that is Too Bad.  People keep telling him, “You’re a can of Beans Man.”

              I question “Is my Phone Dial or Die Some, That?  Quit calling me Phony, I am on my Foam Knee.  Kneed You Due More?  Due to My Mystical Mistake, I am Missed Steak.  I am a Doo Doo and you call me a Doh Doh.  You keep spending My Dough.  And you do what you do to keep me in suspense.  Those sure are My Suspenders.  And I am kept in my sunken drawers.  It is sure a Drama because of you I keep on Drawing More.  And you sure tell me that I am not Immortal.”

              And you point out “Witch Wack Paddy Wack, You cause me to Moan.  You tell me, Scam, that I am a Gnome.”

              So, I guess I will Just blow up.  That will fly me to the moon.  I’ll get picked up along the stars. I will have my fist dropped off at Mercury as Mars.

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Rings Around Jupiter And Moony Saturn

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 14, Planet 49                           

49th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

              “You’re a Pheasant Moon. Ooops! I Mean, you are Pleasant Moon.  I hope that Pleases You and not Teases You! That’s Knot Anything I would do.  And I don’t mean My Wood Is Due.  It is only Damp.   So, you can say Damp Me.  Your world is pleasant. Hey!  I am pleasant too!

              “I am Ralph Kramden, the Diverse Driver of this Space Star Bus.  I am Diverse but I don’t drive in Reverse.  Remember, ‘This is not a Herse.’  Although some people call my co-worker ‘A Horse.’  Just ‘cause someone is a Co-Worker people think he is a Cow Erker.

              “Anyway, I’ve landed here, at Pan to pick you up and give you a planned and planeted ride to Europa, Io, Ganymede, Callisto, Amalthea, Adrastea, Lysithea, Europie, Elara, Himalia, Kallichore, Kalyke, Thebe, and then I will take whoever is still on board to the Planet Pluto, if you are not  too bored.

              “This Jupiter sure is a wonderful place and you sure come from a wandered full Space. 

              “I have been cycling through space for many aura years.  Your Saturn Turns Me On and I am not Just an Ion.  And that sure is Just.

              “You sound like a wonderful boarding of eclipses, some of who I read are Pan, Daphnis, Atlas, Prometheus, Pandora, Epimetheus, Janus, Aegaeon, Mimas, Methone, Anthe, Pallene, Enceladus, Tethys, Telesto, Calypso, Dione, Helene, Rhea, Hyperion, Titan, Iapetus, and a cute little Phoebe.

              “Where I am now intentionally cycling yous is tos Colombo, Maxwell, Bond, Dawes, Cassini, Huygens, Herschel, Russel, Jeffreys, Kuiper, Laplace, Bessel.

              “You seem like planet creatures.  There’s so Many and Womany Moons of yous.  I have a big bus so even though we are in Outer Space, I certainly am not Out Of Space.

              “I am your driver, Ralph Kramden.  There may be Astros but please don’t call me an Astro Nut.  I shoot us off to many places, real real so much that it is sur real.   With me, stuck in our work, is Ed Norton, who cleans and adjusts nuts and bolts. I hope you enjoy that your physics is joined with my psychically psyched wife Alice and my partner, Mr. Norton’s wife, Trixie.

              “If you can understand me, I hope you can stand me, Welcome Aboard.”

              While their Spacebus Route jetted off from the moons of Jupiter after picking up passengers to bring them to the Rings of Saturn,  Ed said “It’s the Moons of Saturn that are going to the Rings of Jupiter.”

              Trixie then tells Ed, “Pluto ain’t a Planet Anymore!”

              Ed says, “To me, it’s not a Planet Any Less!”

              That caused Alice to call out, “Trixie, do you remember the Saturn Ring Tones?”

              Chorusing back Trixie sounded:

 

                             “Oh, Space Speed to you

                               Oh, Gravity Greed to Me

 

                              Here’s a Rocket Soon

                              To The Moon

                               Do You want to

                               Come fly with Ralph and me

                               We are Alice and Trixie

                             And Our flight will be Auroral

                               Go We, All Of Us.”

 

              Ralph Kramden stayed in his bus seat because  sitting makes it feel like it is his turn to land for the moons.

              Then Ed grunted, “Or Are you saying that I am a Fowl?”

              Ralph clucked, “Owl Not Decide!”

              Trixie poked in, “Well, If I am Gone, You have to Go with me.”

              Alice jabbed at Ralph, “I cannot meet the Width of You!”

              Ed laughed and said, “He sure eats more than Meat.  He’ll eat more than any of us.”

              Then Ralph, Ed, and Alice told a Moon in their solaring bus, “This Spacecraft is My Spacecraft Too!  We Keep Teaming up with Comets.   And that causes Eclipses;”

              The Moon then asked Ralph and Ed and Alice Too,  “Is this their Musical Mars?

To me it seems like the Museum of Marked Marx.”

              Trixie snickered, “Well, for me, You See ‘em One and You See ‘em fall.”

              Ralph Kramden told her,  “Trixie, space is Ed’s French toast.”

              Alice Kramden then snared,  “That's because Ed is not on Theodolite.”

              Ralph Kramden went on, “ Oh! You got jokes. You just a regular Umklapp sitcom. Huh, Alice?”

              Then Ralph, after they get kicked out of the P-Wave, “Ed's parliax rings. What are you doing? We got to get back in there.”

              Ed snorted, “No time to PDA. We've got a major backup in the Seyfert Galaxy.”

              This caused Ralph to ask,  “How come every time we go out they Calabi-Yau?”

              Ed couldn’t think, I'm a specialist. It's like being a Space Velocity or Spark Spectra.”     

              Ralph then went on, “Yeah, but Spectal-Bandwidth won't let us get our Astatine beat down in a Polytrope.”

              That got Alice to say to Ralph, “Kramden: You are Candela, you know that? You ought to have your Heisenberg examined!”

              Ralph whispered,   “I'll have my Heisenberg examined anywhere in the Ultraviolet Stars, and you know what they're gonna find when they look in there? N-Magnitude!”

              Realizing what he said, Ralph put in,  “Unlike most Dopplers, E Galaxy is a Sublattice Magnetization. Like Seed Nuclei, Rossette Nebula, or Damped Oscillation.  So, One of these days, Alice—pow! Straight to the Moon!"

              That caused Mimas to say, “Hippocrace is best in space  Right Now.  As You do what You want to do Allowed.  You call us Jerkies that need a Plow.  Chunk! Chunk!  You Little Moo Moos are silly Now.”

              Ralph then said,  “Did you say ‘Biopendix. Or Buy All Pendix?’  This is just My Old Appendix.  All these Physics Cists who see We Are Wolves.  I am sick of all those Psychotic Wrists.  But I get paid to drive around Wrists and Brows or Sits and Bros.  If they hear me, they say that I’m always wrong.  I wish we were only boarded and not bored.”

              Another riding moon said to Ed, “Your ordained order is an odder otter in outer space.

Is this a star craft or a stark Chart up the stair chair as you see off the Stir Track.  Are you starting another wreck?  You think you sure are Smart.  Heck!  Start Thinking across this Universe.”

              Alice then said, “Launch!”

              And Ralph said, “Space is a Radial Velocity Alice, a Real Radial Velocity.”

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Think Kings Keep Teaching Us

 

              I looked at what’s coming our way and I saw an Ion Machine Flight, it was not a Fight, and definitely a Not Knotted Up Fright.  Do You Hear That Ed?  I constantly Wish I didn’t hear Ed.  And many times, I wish Ed was not here.  Anyway, we are on a flight from Ion to Ion.  And a flight from gray ickies to gravities.  We’ve got a comet to commit.  And it’s inhibited inhabitants are coming on to my muse.  Meteoric Mayhem.  And not one slight of Meteoric Lights.  Meat Me Mores, or Meteor might or might not be, and when those Meteors knock, you go first.  It is not just.  It also is not just muse.  It sure is Music.  And all of its Moos are Sick.  That group of Meteor Might Ores we picked up are Anti Aurora Boring Alice.

              My autonomic advisor said a rainbow of meteorites brightens our looks into many aurora bordelaises.  This horizon tells you to Look to the right and Lock up those in back of me.  Magnetism is the Magic of our Cycilion Clipex.

              I got so ferriumed up and said “My Damned Butt Sure Flies.  All those Flies and Fleas and Fleets of Skeets sure stock our Mosquitoes.”

              And this became the first time he acknowledged my existence and asked me, “Mosquitoes?   I See Moe’s Got You Too!”

              I replied, “I know you sure are Icy.”

              He told me “Here’s Proof.”

              And I said, “You are wrong.  You sure are Her Spoof.”

              That caused me to quit my job and begin reading words and watching TV and listening to songs, words or music or both are all there being interpreted individually, in different and unique ways, by my mind in by the chemical, electrical, mind running ways which we each have in their own convection to  interpret what we hear and see and feel.  Commitments and comments to incoming words and imaginings about their connections to sights and sounds and heats and directions.  Ways and ways of interpreting gives us words in my mind, your mind, our minds with their different ways of interpreting things.  Are We Down the Aisle or Do We Down the Island?

              I started looking for Fe+, Mg+, and Si+.  All I could see were Orionids (Halley's Comet debris) and that Beta Taurids.

              You told me these are just a giant bugs nest with 2 chargers and a meteor drops on my head while I am carrying most of the steam’s samples.

              I am now learning that these environmental outcrops are being more available and not good for the bunkers.  That density of the rock fall is too much imo. I tell you, if you look up you can sort of find the clear areas, but if you look up you can also get yeeted by a charger or acid spitter.

              You then corrected me, “A volcano is easier to dodge than dozens of rocks falling from the sky.  Your world is not full of Idols or Ideals.  And us people!  No, we are not Idles!  And You Just Squeal!”

              I said, “So I appear that I’m full of Gold.”

              And you shouted,  “No! You are full of Fools Gold!”

              I said, “Quit calling me an Iron Pyrite.”

              You told me “You sure are the Pirate.”

              And I responded, “You are just Ironic.”

              You complained to me, “Are You A Carmal Sleuth or just a Common Shooter?”

              And I asked you, “Who Should I Shoot?”

              You answered, “Do what you want.  You always do what you want!  You Shoot Booter!”

              I asked, “So you want me to Shoot Me?”

              I was replied to, “You sure are a Ginger Ninety-Nine!”

              That caused me to ask, “Are you a Space Robot?”

              And you told me, “You keep saying that I’m made of AI and We are not all of the Same.”

              So, I corresponded, “We can all see that You sure are not All of the Sane!”

              You commanded me, “We Three Kinds of Ornaments Are!”

              And I said, “I wish there was some way of Crushing you in our Muffin Jar!”

              You worded to me, “It is I jar up in the jelly because the jello makes me stink.  You stink a lot in school.  But you never think in school.  You only think you are cool in school.  You are as cool as jello.  And you are a fool like your fellows.”

              I really had to say, “Sweet potatoes, beat potatoes, tossed in garbage bags.  You bag them all you Badoglian Doll Brain.  Magic is as Magic does.  And Magnets like you cause lots of dust.   You lost all around.  I wish you were never around.  Stinging in the rain, what a wonderful pain, as long as I am happy, I am happy with my rein.  You sure are not a rein dear, you are just a stained deer. Or what that deer stained with.”

              After we settled down you tried to sound nice and asked, “ Would you like some water?”

              I humbled and answered, “I’ll have whatever.”

              The School Commander said, “You both are no watt evers.”

              I said to you, “Do we even exist or should we try to exit?”

              You whispered to me, “Nope, he always tries to excite!”

              I whispered back, “Is there a way we could escape?”

              You replied, “No, we will always be in an ex-cave.”

              I smirked,  “He’ll keep thinking he is wearing his cape.”

              You agreed, “He sure does swear like an ape.”

              That is our school life.  Magnets filling our waves with sub-atomic ions count how much a manmade statue has compared to the night time structure which repels radioactive scents pulsing each other.

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