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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Are We Working Together or Weird Kings, Two Get Hurt

 

              I will be glazing the walls of my roof bedroom with melted glass.  I think that will suppress my noises when I am acting like I am not there when my uncle and his wife are back in their owned home, downstairs.  I eat ants and drink what I save from the roof’s gutters.  I am full of Pride and Cultural Identity.  I am so full of Pride that I throw it up and people can’t stand what’s coming out of my mouth.  It doesn’t just come out of my mouth.  I just wish I had a gun so those people couldn’t stand anymore.  When I think of that original American hero and one of the most gallant and visionary men to ever walk the face of the Earth, I take money out of people’s pockets and drive away with their car or two, in order to increase their admiration of me.

              I’ve recently been hired by someone to cut a piece of board in order to catch some snoozy racoon sleeping aside their house.  He thinks that it pays to pay someone in a cult to make peace with the bored.  All those boozy tycoons make money off of someone else’s house.   A homer sure swings those bats around.  And not just around town.  They are not just, you are not just, I am not just. Just call me a toe.  Or even a toad.  I like to wart around.

              Every week day, from nine to five, I go shaking that glass of water I am holding under command to make a wave.  Rinsing the dishes in that stinkin’ kitchen sink makes me send out a wave.  Flushing the toilet makes me even waver.  Sitting down in the bathtub breaks those waves.  Or is that cakes those waves?   Anyway, some stream in the forest quakes a lot of waves.  I saw a boat on the lake making a wave.  It didn’t make no waves before I sawed it open.  That moon around the Earth’s oceans sure makes Meteors wave.  The Sun on the planets takes our waves.  The Radiation across the Universe waits for us to wave.

             

              I acted like I was working, and then I looked.  The boss was coming down the hall singing:

 

                             Go speak Physics Al

                             Physics Al

                             You Got to leak Physics Al

                             Physics Al

                             Physics Albert Einstein

                             Physics Mr. Blind Mind.

 

              That got me to hide behind the door and yell:

 

                             Instead, I Honor Fidel, Caster Oil

                             I Am Fed Up With All You Ketchup Owls

                             You  Need To Free Off Catched Fowls

                             You Say I Am Just A Cast Of Bowels

                             You’re  Pure Sure Casket Fouls.

              I’m finally admitting that I’ve got gas. Gastroenteritis.  Not your car’s tire.  The entire.  And I sure am tired. A gas cactus.  I’m gas taxes. Gastronomy.  Gas tries on me.  Gasteronium.  Gas turd on me and you.  That bird made dots on me and you.  Gas throws inter eruptions entirely with gas elbows in that gazebo.  Watch my gas rethrow.  I am so good that all can go is up.  Watch me throw up.  I am rethrow active.

              My co-worker told me that coming up is Easter.  I asked, “Ease Air?”  And he said,  “Eat Bear.”  I said it is my job to   “Lease Beer”.  And he said that I am a “Grease Rear”.  That got to “My Geer”.  He sighed, “You think you are Germany There.  You are just Germy Here.”  He is not just a co-worker; he is a Cow Porker.  And I am a Coward Liar.

              I don’t want to have to work, I just want to buy, and it does not matter to me that someone else did the work to pay for what I want to buy.  I really, truly don’t even know how to work what I buy, or what I bought before and am replacing it now using someone else’s work payments.  It is amazing that I am being truly about something.  So, Who cares if that person wanted to save the money worked hard for in the past in order to enjoy what that person made now.

              I still acted like I did what the Boss told me.  And then, when the ion thickens, so much radiation is in the tube to my skull.  Skull Low, Sis?    As Low as All Lows Moans Me.  Moan See More?  Intestinal Integrity.  You’ll Test Me?  You sure are gritty.  Integration or In Tag For Graduation?  I do that Gradually.   You sure Grad Duels with Me.

              The guy in the next department told me that Star gazing is better than Fires Blazing and with me up the chimney, the job is better than meat pucks against your kidneys.

              I asked, “So the Sky is the Limit?”

              And my work partner said, “Or, Is This Guy is A Nit Wit!”

              The walking by Boss shouted, “With What?”

              And the Boss of the next department claimed, “Witch Watt!”

              My work life keeps going on.  This sure is my Nostalgia with Furry Toes Nicked Too.  That’s convinced me because my Boss said, “As usual, a nick goes here, a nick goes there, snicker kicker everywhere.  How would you like to be going to my Hall?  Well, with my Hair and my Oats, you are my Goat.” 

              And my group leader said, “Ten, nine, eight, seven.  This is my count down to take off your coats.  I’m a Count whether you are up or down.  And you make my weather down, you clown.” 

              My work partner asked him, “Are you talking about your Holland Boats?”

              And the group leader asked back, “Are you asking me about Both Boats?”

              I told them, “I have a Boat on my Left Foot and a Boat on my Right Foot.” 

              And the Boss shouted, “Your Left Foot just Left and your Right Foot ain’t Right!”

              Causing the group leader to tell us, “You are such a Boat Eenie.”

              My work partner snickered, “Eenie Meany Mighty Joe.”

              And I said, “You sure are a Joe Curse.”

              When I got home from work, I said to my  neighbor, “Hey!  Ted!  These days I sure am Hated!”

              And he said, “That’s Garbage.  Garbage.  Garbage.  They call you full of Garbage.  You really are a Jolly Robot with a Face Like Sloth.  A Soiled Goon in a Maze Like Moths.”

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How The World Works

 

              If I keep looking, I will See More.  And then, “You always seize more!”  sighed Mom.  And then, “You’re the one who Makes Me Sneeze More!”  came out of both My Mouth and Nose.  And I said, “Sew Morn. As you Spy On!”  Then she tells me, “So.  Mourn for a Slice, Son.”  And there she was with all those flies on.  Into my face, A Pie Fell On.  I told her, “You sure are a Felon.” 

              That’s when you told me that You are a Boulder Person than me.  But, No!  No!  You are a Pebbler Person than me.  You sure Sand it and I can’t stand it.  You think you are so Rocky.  You are even Fossil Less.

              So, I said, but not misled, or missiled “Society or So!  I Eat Yee.”

              And you responded, “So, Lie It To Me.  I’ll Die because you are so mean to me.”

              I replied, “Just Snow My Feet, Ye!”

              You asked me, “Is this a Candelabra or do we Cancel Life Bro?”

              I answered, “I Can’t Limit It.

`                                      I Won’t Limit It Without You

                                        You Can’t Limit It Anymore.”

              Then you went questioned,  “Is that my more?  Maybe this is my morse code.   It really is my more itch cold.  That makes my more rice cone.  Boy, my more lice are bold.”

              That’s when we thought we went to Parks and Recreation, but it turned out to be  darks and re-creation.  I was afraid about those Darts and Refibrillations.

              Joining us was Simon, or was that See Moan?  Anyway, Simon Says,  “And See More Pays.”

              I just thought it was a Sea Murmur.

              That was when I walked around and started to dig what I saw.  And I sawed the branch off that tree so I could dig that hole.  And I am not a worm and this is not a golf course.  Although I do like a Tea.  I don’t like Tea Too Beat Tubes.

              You told me, “I want to be The Best To Worst, but not The Vest Too Forced.  I’m a Guest to You Warts.  And You just Guess I’m a Forest.  You are Just a Jest.  I thought I wasn’t Just.  You’re so Cold.  You claim You are Justice but You are Just Ice.”

              That made me build a small room at the top of an elm tree in my back yard.  I climb up the trunk and I sit in the room during afternoons after school and read my school books and do my assignments.

              I noticed that my neighborhood is a chemical in a city.  And that city that is a part of the membrane of my planet, Earth, which is a cell in the body of our solar system which is in the neighborhood of our universe.  Boy, I sure want to go on a vacation in another neighborhood.

              Instead of a University, I got schooled in the Universe.  There is the Andromeda Galaxy, Large Magellanic Cloud, Small Magellanic Cloud, and the Triangulum Galaxy.  Colorverse

They are all versing each other.

              Shenaverse verses Lȍmaverse.

              Thingverse versus Trumpverse.           

              Crowdverse viruses Kapaverse.

              Moneyverse worsens Umicronverse.

              Törmäysverse curses Gastraverse.

              Rustverse sure says Muonverse.

              Inframuonverse turns red Mesomuonverse.

              Ultramuonverse hits the head of Necroverse.

              And their constant using keeps getting odder and odder.

              After I graduated, I gravitated to the Gastraverse in order to work on pulping magnetism through to various Schwarzschild Singularities.  They pay well with cosmic dust.  We are bossed by that local, Magnetar, and I phytoplanktonate what is being passed to the next department.

              I will keep ferric aluminum in the needed amounts to every partial particle that we are radioactively responsible for.  I will also talk to other Muonverses who are radiated in order to build these soon to  be transportated icon ions to those wrestled of the under verses, you and I fear says, unit doer says.

              You and your cartwheel keeps on churning the chemically induced roller blading of not called beings that dislike the particles in the meteoric cloud dust we claim to make money from. 

              I just got to rage:

 

                                           Rock Bottom or Rockets Got ‘Em

                                           Hail those Rockettes

                                           Seventy Six Long Years In My Big Swamp Glade

                                           A Hundred And Ten Low Lifes lost Behind

                                           Ollie, Ollie, Stanly’s Glee

                                           A Marriage or A Mirage

                                           Is that your age

                                           Or My Rage?

                                           Freeze a Jacket Good Fellow

                                           Fleas are Jolly as your Fellon

                                           Pay attention

                                           Or Stay At Tension

                                           Attempt and Shun!

 

              That made you ask me,  “Are You Nosferatu?   Or, Nose On Furry Toes?”

              And I replied, “Why, Old Child?  You think you are a Wild Child!”

              You asked, “Do Worship or are you a War Ship?”

              I answered, “This is the Worst Shift.”

              You said, “It is just while You are On This Ship.”

              I asked, “Why Are You being so Selfish?”

              And you questioned,  “Are You Asking If I Am A Cell Fish?”

              I said, “I don’t even Sell Fish!”

              You gave it to me, “You sure do Smell Like Fish.”

              I said, “You better call the weed man!”

              You hit back, “You’re pretty weedy yourself.”

              I said, “In your car you’re so speedy that I am now bleedy.”

              You told me, “That car did not give me a caress.  You are careless. And now you have a spare less.”

              And again, I said, “You sure are selfish!”

              You replied, “You call me Cell Fish?  Your belongings in that Cell are not your Wish!”

              I told you what I felt about that, “Well, I’ve got to call someone for you.  All the others would run away.”

              And you gave me, “I sure hope those otters run soon.”

              Now we chorused:

 

                             “The Earth is the Moon running around the Sun.

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Hello Jello Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Eat Us Up, Yum

              I see two Snouts out to Kill us with Two Shots.”

             

              And the group down the hall sang:

 

                             “Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Shoot Those Moldy Phony Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             They Beat Us Up, Scum.”

 

              That was when the business owner photographed some film lead out to make  a movie.  He didn’t want to send it to another company.  He did not know what to do to develop it in.

              He asked us,  “In What?”

              And we told him, “In Developing Fluid.”

              A customer of his said, “You think you are Scary, you Hairy Larry!  You are just Moe’s long haired Trick.  Are you on Recess? “

              He shallowed down and said,  “No, I’m on a Cess Pool.”

              That customer said,  “You Sell Luncheon Making Bricks.”

              And my co-worker snickered,  “So you are on a Looney Much Eating Kick.”

             

              My department then sang out:

 

                             “You Self Fooly.

                               Me you make Sick.

                               Salt launch your assault you crunch.

                               You buzzed me.

                               You’re a fly.

                               No, don’t apply.

                               You Tick.”

 

              I then asked, “Is that the funniest ever I quoted?”

              And you answered,  “No, you are the phoniest ever anyone noted.”

              I said,  “Shut Up And Let me answer my phone.”

              You went on again,  “Are you claiming you are the funniest, when you aren’t even a foam neck rest?”

              I sighed,  “Rest?  Arrest? Are you wrestling with me?”

              You told me,  “I heard you claim, ‘I’m Perfect.’  But, no!  You are Imperfect!”

              I said,  “You Finally Admit, You are the Imp we Reject!”

 

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