I Can't Think Anymore, So I Won't Sink Any Less, Stink You!

 

               I remembered, several years ago, when I was working for a grocery store.  My job was collecting and shipping the reusable glass coca cola and other drinks’ glass bottles.  My pay, I collected.  I would spend eight hours or more out in that shed in back of the store, keeping track of what was returned and keeping similar items together that were brought in for money.  My official title was Recycling Worker.  One afternoon, when I finished eating my lunch by the garbage cans and was walking back to my work station, someone yelled to me, “Hey! Repotter!”  It turned out to be an old man that knew my grandfather.  This guy worked at a near by hotel, and since prices but not wages had been going up, he hadn’t been to a barber shop in a while.  I called back to him, “Have a good afternoon, Hairy Porter!”  That caused me to realize that my Life Is Magic.

               My Life is sure different now.  People ain’t acting friendly like they used to be.  They are just acting.  Like, recently, I got yelled at as I stumbled down the street, while I was sprouting  towards where I thinked is my home:

                             

      One!  Two!  I Fall on my Shoe!

                              Three!  Four!  Life is such a Bore!

                              Five!  Six!  You Pigs really Stink!

                              Seven!  Eight!   You Cause Me to Hate!

                              Nine!  Ten!  Get Back to Your Pen!

                              Eleven!  Twelve!  My Life Sure Is Hellve!

 

               That brought to my mind, “Instead of making a Snowman, I should go to the Beach.  The waves will make me a Sandman.  Instead of timid, I will be timed.  Sliding down that glass jar, that’ll put me to sleep.”

               Somebody, maybe it was my buddy, if I do have a buddy, which is really cruddy, anyway, that somebody read my mind and said, “One if you buy chains.  Two when you bite feet.  Three as an Opposing Bore you’ll be.”

               I yelled back, “Oh! Really?”

               And he said, “You want an Oreo?”

               I answered, “I said, Oleo!”

               He told me, “You are a bunch of Jellyites.  You keep Laurelling and Hardying Away!  Away!”

               And another friend, or was that fiend, said, “You two think you are Groucho and Chico!”

               That caused me to point to the fiend and say, “I’m Larry.”

               And my Bundy said, “I’m Curly.”

               Then my Brandy pointed at him and told me, “He thinks he’s Moe!”

               Are you A Bot? I sure hear you A lot!  I don’t know what you Jot!  You’re A Rot who kneeds to Bud Away.  Away! 

               I’ve had enough of your Vote.  Do you think you are Devote?  You are just a Veto!

              

                             

Yoda Hut

Yoda Hut

Won’t you be a Yoda nut

If you are a girl I’ll just call you a Yaddle

Anakin

Anakin

While you’re at Naboo

Light Saber

Padawan

And that Count Dooku

All Obiwan

 

              

               Then he pointed as he threw the sky, through my eye, with a lie,  like a Harpo learning how not to say, “Those thrills are my life with these Groucho comics:

 

                                                            The Match Brothers

                  Smoke Oh

                Cigarette Toe

                  Pipe Owe

      And Gum Chewed Tobacco.”

               That caused me to notice that my Canine Detective was Defective!  Sure, sir, deficient. I would just Say a Name, Shad a Mane, boy I am lame.  Backward and Forward. 

               And I got told, “That name does not have to be Abusive!”

I thought about it.  The name does not have to be a thing, a place, an effort, a thought.

A word is a work and a world that can have its own existence, or not!  Hell, what about that Peppermint in the Percussion whose Persecution  notes that his word, any word, in this warm whammed worm connects the people who conflict the alphas and omegas while snaking that all bets are off.  Those, towered toes whose weirds will claim they exist with that woosh creating the gravity’s genuinity who’s ingenuity geniuses its own engineering comstock.

               I was ordered, “Look around, naw!  All you see is Stratum.”   And I realized, Straight, Stung Stalled Scum.  What’s this world coming too?  And that’s why my nerves never near the Neros of the past.  That Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus cussed and mussed as he missed all the germane of his neurology when his nerves lodged some new logic that people use and abuse if he could  load it in a New Loose Spit.

               All I can say is, “I. C. Square!”  because I see those stairs when you see me stare up into the stirrups of the sparks in those larks after dark.

               And you called me “A Dough Thing Toad Mess!”

               That was such a mess when I got amassed and amazed that I had to go to Mass.  I will just Borrow for the Mall because  you Burrowed a Burro, Bro!  I’m the one who will go to the Lab.  I’ll go and take all your pays away.  Won’t that be a pain?  You sure are a window pane!

               So now, as I rush down this street to the final resting place, I ask myself, am I sowing, growing plants that clean the air so I can breathe? Or am I sewing, keeping my pants from ripping as I sit down?  So far, I don’t know!  A shining blink here, a skimper’s wink there, and all I get from the moment is the movement of the moon.  That moon is mostly oxygen, silicon, and iron.  I really want magnesium, calcium, aluminum, and titanium.  We need to be regulated in our regolith.  Again and again I go gothic.  So, recover my revolver to resolve fur for my future.  Spank skank special stinks that over flow my sphynx.  A Statement Of Work is the Sow that is in my business.  I keep pigging up a bunch of money that my pig pen had drawn on paper.  Draw Draw here.  Draw Draw there.  Hear a Drawer.  Tear a Drawer.  Silly Cons draw me everywhere. I’m up to the Everest.  I am so tired from climbing that I will forever rest.  At least now I got tired so my car can rid the road of riders.  Merrily we rotted a long. Ruled King Kong.  Played Ping Pong.  Barrely we Vined along, all the polluted bay.

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These Three Songs For Our Upcoming Czar

 

You Dreaded Right Winger.  You sure are a fester.  We wish that we caught you and no one would have to blister. And we don’t have to put up with your jesters.   You know you should be jailed.  But now our Democracy failed.  You tRump are  an arguable old felon.  That none of us can rely on.

 

And I wish we had sung:

(From ‘Don’t Give A Dose… by Shel Silverstein in 1972)

 

Don’t give a vote to the one who hates most

Live up to Democracy, don’t help our foes

With him in the White House We will be the ones who lose

It’ll be like living in a garbage pail and just drinking all booze.

 

More than once he raped ladies

And he banged his own gong

He called them all prostitutes, uglies, and queers

He keeps stealing our votes and stuffing us in smog

Democracies gone, Butt that dope is still here

 

               Another thing I wish we had  admitted:

               (From ‘Shticks of One and Half a Dozen of the Other’ by Allan Sherman in January, 1963)

 

                              We should not elect a stingy president

Who’s piles his convictions high

He just smiles when eating your liver

And hitting your face with pie.

 

When he goes to the White House once more

He’ll make our living worse

He robs us in his spurts

He definitely ain’t much worth

 

He’s as selfish

as we saw he was before

We’ll be taken over

by Putin even more

 

We’ll be living in a curse

 

               And based on Hirohito’s Letter To Hitler by Carson Robinson on May 5, 1945:

 

Donald, JD Vance is your named Vice Resident

Yes, You do cause us all to really Swear

He’s the one who used to call you “What and Idiot”

Now he is Irreprehensible here!

 

We’re anxietied to have Marco Rubio

As our Secretary of State, don’t say “Nyet”

He once called you, Donald, “Little Marco”

He adds to our stress much more yet!

 

With Pam Bondi as our next Attorney General

She was a lobbyist for Ballard Partners

She worked as legal team defending Don’s first impeachment

And hasn’t done nothing good for us yet!

 

You told us Pete Hegseth’s our Defense Secretary

A Fox News host and Trump Loyalist

He’ll get paid by American Workers’ Taxed Dollars

And we’ll all go to Hell, you can gist!

 

John Ratcliffe will now be our CIA director

That former Texas Congressman who served

As director of national intelligence

In Trump’s wonderful first term!

 

You said Mehmet Oz is our new Medicare Administrator

He’s a physician who lost to John Fetterman in a 2022 race

In the early days of the pandemic, he clashed with medical experts

By promoting hydroxychloroquine and chloroquine to ward off the coronavirus!

 

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.  will be our Health and human services secretary

With no medical or public health degree

A vocal vaccine skeptic and critic of the C.D.C.

He promotes theories that suggest H.I.V. is not the true cause of AIDS!

 

Elon Musk, you put Now in charge of government efficiency effort

He’s the owner of SpaceX, Tesla and the social network X

Once a critic of You, Trump, has risen to a position of extraordinary influence

His love of money has surely made him dense!

 

Don, why do we call you a Screw Ball?

You sure act like you are a Behind!

You were supposed to be going to Jail!!

And you do not have a working mind!!!

 

 

(From ‘Hail, Hail, The Gang’s All Here’ by D. A. Esrom – Theodora Morse – in 1917)

 

Heil! Heil!  That tRump’s Gang’s there!

                              What the heck do they care?

                              What the heck do they care?!!

                              Heil! Heil!  That tRump does swear!

                              He’s our Giant Butt for now!

 

               The Crime Maga Obscenes recently stated that He’s The Person Up Our Rears.

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Rocky Solar Bus Stop Show

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 12, Planet 37

37th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

               Ralph is pressing buttons on his carriable remote control panel, it replaces his dead wrist watch.   There is a conjugal collection of space-oides, star-bursts, and helium-snaps vibrating in what he’s viewing at his current landing area.  While doing this, Ed came walking down the back stairs with a broom in his hand and plastic board in order to look like he’s cleaning up, so they can allow the latest paying customers to enter their star ship.  After paying attention to a beep from  his hand held viewing screen, Ralph nudged his other elbow into Ed’s head and told him, “Those are not garbage, they are also not fall out from paraders, or from a pair of raiders who might be my paradise aiders, and at least not a pair of dice trailers, but they are definitely not puffs out of razors.  They are our paid riders!”

               Ed looked at them, and whispered to Ralph, “You get paid for one thing.  I thought I got paid for something else.”

               Ralph bit his lips and smiled, pressing the speaking button in order to emit into the speakers over to the audience, “We welcome you to these motions through space.  Motions, emotions, demotions.  Space is, was, and are where and what we exist in. You are not exiting it.  You are entering in.  And my wife and my worker’s wife are entertaining. 

               “I am here for you to get onto our bus.  It is not that I see.  I am also not icy.  But, for me, this is a Black Hole.  And we are boarding you Event Horizons.  Along with you, we are also transporting several Singularities.  And we keep giving access and regressive regrets to you Accretion Disks.

               “Those that can, take the moving stairs up to our comfortable cabins.  If you are in a can, we will drop you off here, there, and everywhere.  Be careful what you hear, the universe will tear, as all of you get transported in our usable stalls.

               “We will depart this port in a portion of a dynominute.  That is Dyno, not Dino.  Ed may Stink but we are not Extinct.  This is a solar express to an unrelated son, not my sun, in some neighboring galaxy, somewhere.  You will be attracted and subtracted and subdigated, as we go along.  Air here, dust there, passengers and gas engineers everywhere.

               “We hope you have a pleasant ride.  Not a riot!”

               Ralph then walked towards his commanding desk because he did not want to be seen not understanding the difference between elemental matter and paid passengers.  Ed poked him in the lower back and tried to explain, “So compressed are those Electrons that they got squashed into protons and became neutrons. These Objects are not objectionable.  Many are so dense because the space between electrons and their nucleus had been compressed out existence.”

               Ralph replied, “Last week you told me that a planet was a bunch of ball point pens.  And those creatures on that pickup planet got ballooned into Gas Creatures.  That is why I expected this afternoon to drive to a planet of Ballooned Dust, and load my ticketed customers of Ballooned Sand.”

               Ed Norton smiled and said, “Ballooned Sand?  Entombed Band!  Ball Room Dancing!!!  Well, let's space it, Ralph. You're not the spaciest guy around a world to stop for, you know? It's pretty tough to understand that a guy, something, and, well, a guy that's not anything, usually lives in a Black Hole.  Black Holes force attractions so much that there isn’t just one Guy.  There are millions of Guys, and that’s how We make our living.”

               Trixie popped in and said, “Didn’t you Guys know that gravity was too great for there to be ‘Elements, not Elephants?’  That is atoms or molecules, inside or near the surface of a Black Hole.  Ed, just sweep them up and Ralph can pretend to drive the ship.”

               Ralph then looked at Trixie and asked, “What are those three main elements in our Sun?”

               Trixie snickered and said, “Hydrogen, about 70%, then He Leyon, about 28%. And those other guys are Carbon, Nitrogen and Oxygen, they make up 1.5%.  Here and there, pick up those other 0.5%  make ups of small amounts of many other elements such as Mr. Neon, Miss  Iron, Sir Silicon, Mama Magnesium and Surfing Sulfur.”

               What was left of a Carbon Atom knocked on Ralph’s door and shouted, “Where are those three man elements from Saturn?”

               Alice smiled and replied, “Saturn!   Saturn!  Saturn is occupied by  maids mostly called Hi you Dro gents and Hell I Am.  Helium is not a ‘He.’  And Hydrogen will not say ‘Hi’ to you.  Saturn's center is a dense core of Unmarried Metals who like Iron and Nickel.”

               Trixie then added, “What you should be playing football with are the three main elements in Earth.  In terms of quality, Adam Atoms.  Then the air kicker, Oxygenoa.  Some say a good player is Sneaky Con.  And he looks light but he is strong, Al Luminum.  Just cross the border. If you go to a crass mass, Iron is the most abundant elemental on Earth.”

               Car Bonicus then asked, “I want to play good and win.  Who are the three main elements in Man?”

               Alice answered, “I wouldn’t say main, but the three most common elements in their mane so they look like they have human bodies are Ollie, Karl, and Sedgwick.”

               Ralph then shouted, “I thought the Dune thriller said, ‘Surround Sir Sand. Have your slave work  done by Quartz for Rocky.”

               Then down the aisle came a bunch of meteors, Fes and Nis, and a foaming Iron-Nickel allegiance, containing significant amounts of Combustions.   Odder trace Elements marching forth included Cobalt, Chromium, Gold, Platinum, Irritating Iridium, and Tommy Toung Tungsten.  They were forcing their weights to their paid for suites.  That was sure sweet, not sour sweat.

               Alice then said, “These humane brains are families of the Carbons, and Oxygeniuses, and Hydrogenuities, and a few Nitrogrunts. These are flying to the place where we are worn, and sworn that they can work at  building blocks of the Pro and Aunty Teens. Those fatsos, and their Carbon Sidemates think they form many Brain Issues.  Toilet Papers are their Issue’s Tissues.  They put up with Mr. Carbon being the most strudel structural element so they think they build several  bases for their bosses, the Ironic molecules in charge.”

               Trixie agreed, “It looks like a seminar sent to earth to work  too close for sure.  They just pitch and hammer.  You hear a ring of large ‘sarsen’ stones constantly forming an outer circle, then that inner horseshoe-shaped arrangement of larger sarsen stones will get hammered out in trilithons, and many a smaller inner circle of ‘bluestones’ will come from Space Holes.”

               Ralph went along with the hole thing, “You are so Gneiss.  I wood not take you for Granite.”

               Alice smiled and said to Ralph, “Just keep Rocking me to sleet.”

               Trixie then whispered to Ed, “You’re the Rock King of this Universe.”

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Updating My Mined Mind

               If you are watching a reality show, and let’s face it, a TV show is usually somewhat of an apparition, then, admit it, what something appears to be is not real.  It is what it is perceived as.  Perceived, realize what that means.  Also, what you are watching, and more importantly, why you are watching it…if you are watching it to be entertained then there are a whole lot of lies out there waiting to entertain you.

               Today is more important than memories.  Today is more truthful than memories.  Is it a fact that you cannot change reality or is the fact that reality can not change you?

               I am looking out through Windows and see the Apple of my eye.   (Window, Apple, these are computer junk we all must put up with)   Just like when you see all those self parking cars, cars that stop when something is in front of them.  Well, what if there is traffic moving in back of you and that thing in front that you had been forced to stop, stopped for just an empty cardboard box that someone threw out?  More and more, non noticeable sounds keep programming the human mind.

               Remember boot camp?  Now we have reboot camp.  Hey!  Keep your hands off my touch screen!  I am married to my WI_FI.  Just put on some virtual reality google goggles.  Then, while you are being gobbled up, I’ll keep my head in the clouds.  Thanks to GPS I know where I am, but then so does some robber.  Hey, that robber is the government.

               Remember that big fight with Lenovo?  Apple and IG.  They kept trying to sell phones, ipads, ipods.   Sell, sell, sell.  I am one of the guys in that padded cell.  They tell me that I need some Maxi Pads.  So, to me, here comes the software band backups.  My money is being replaced by bit coins.  Boy they sure bit off more than I can chew.  That’s a bit fiddler.  My taxes still bite me.  So does that Texan.

               I thought I heard “Oh Suzanna.”  When I was listening it was really, “O Lenovo.  You sure spy on me.  I bought that crappy Apple and I’m stung with binary.”

               I am really dead.  Stuff all around me is Encrypted.  FTP.  SFTP.  Band Width.  Pixels.  It is all Pixie Late Ed.  That really has been a New Years Revolution.  And they keep telling me that they are making an App of Myself.

 

               GIF

               Babbelings

               Loonies

               On Lines

               Gabbing

 

               It’s all Garbage.  I should have taken some Bufferin.  Instead, there is all this Buffering!  Terra Formed.  Terra Bytes.  Terrified.  I’m in a carpool.  I’ve caught Carpool Tunnel Syndrome!

               I miss the Reaganomics VS the Ergonomics.  I thought there would be Agile Programming.  Fragile Programming!  People!  Realize it!  Your network is your net worth!

               I thought I was sold a client server.  What was stoled was a lying server.  And that was really sever.  Drag and Drop.  Drag and Drop.  Drag and Drop.  I see, and smell, Droppings all over the place.  They claim it is open source.  With their code I keep getting Open Sores.  And that wasn’t just a PMP.  He was truly a Pimp.

               The Virtual Reality in my life now has absolutely no virtues and no connections to reality.  They claim they give us antidotes, but to them, it is all anecdotes.  And I do mean idiots.  They sure are mean idiots.  They said, “Becoming a robot reduces climate change.”  Yep!  If I have no existence in a climate anymore that is a change.  I thought we were alive by our energy generation.  The reality is we don’t need phones, microwaves, and TV’s.  Right now, we are kneeded by all of that.  Etc on all the time.  If your microwave had a clock, it constantly used electricity.

               Think about Eider Ducks.  Then ask yourself about Eider Down.  It’s Eider here nor there.

               I feel like the Four Marx Bothers.  “I have an Addax.”  “What do you take for an Addax?”  “You should take a Zebra and a Camel.”  “How about a Chocolate Camel?”  “I would if I joined Osiris.”

               Did I just get a manicure?  I think I really need a manure cure.  At least, with my pedicure, I don’t need a pedophile cure. (Don’t make jokes of my personal files)

               Hey!  Has hypnotism proven to be false?  Or is it just that people cannot concentrate anymore. I remember Pat Collins, the Hip Hypnotist.  Now days people are so hypnotized by their cell phones and ipads that a real human being has no chance to hypnotize another real human being.  Even if they are in a concentration camp. ?   (don’t make jokes of concentration camps)

               By the way, those concentric circles are a circus of cons.

               Darth Vader Ginsburg is who the Republicans want to replace Ruth Bader Ginsburg. We’d all be reincarcerated instead of reincarnated.

              

 

               Maidenhair

 

               Comfort is hair

               Warmth are the roses

               Sugar’s to eat

               And so are Samosas

 

But for me that Samosas is Osmosis

 

               Look over there!  She is a hottie.  I hope she is also a loosie.  I love Loosie! 

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My World and See Me Come To It

               I was mentally worn out.  I had to get away.  So, I took a bus ride out West.  To clear my head.  To clean my eyes.  To fill my breath.  When I got there, I took a walk.  I looked forward, towards the horizon.  I eventually realized that these things, like the world I had just left, go up and down.  Up and down.  Up and down.  But this appearance was not currently familiar to me.

               I took that walk.  My feet connected me to the Earth and the Sky.  I hoped I would feel good.  Good enough about myself and all the others.  But after I got back.  I realized.  Those hills are all slime.  Full of puke that made mules sick.  And it kicked everyone, in the rear.  Everyone I saw, everyone I heard, everyone in that herd all around me.   Mules.  Mules.  Mules to my ears.  With all these Mules, I felt that it made me Donkey Ho Tee Hee-Hee.

               And I was lost.  But I did not care that I got lost.  I did not want to find my way back to myself.  That was when I met Ralph.  He was notably heading down the straight and narrow.  He was not freight.  And not shot with arrows. 

               Ralph saw me and my wander lost.  He asked me, “Where do you want to go?”

               I told him, “Somewhere.  Anywhere.  I need to have some direction to go.  Some direction in my life.  I want my life to specifically go somewhere.”

               Ralph said, “If you want to follow me, you can.  At least I am not planning on falling off the path.”

               I said to him, “So, if I follow you, I will stay on a path.  Won’t that make me pathetic?”

               Ralph answered, “There are worse ticks in this world, than pant ethics.  Some of you could start going ‘Tick Tock, Tick Tock’ and then, even if you Watch yourself, your Time will run out.  There’s another thing, you would really have to run away if those ‘Ticks’ that you make of yourself are the ‘Tickings’ of a bomb.”

               I tried to agree with Ralph, “I sure hope I get ‘Bombs Away.’”

               I started following Ralph, over hill and over dale.  At one point, we came to a cross in the road.  I did not want to act religious about it but I did not like the turn Ralph chose.  I said, “Why are we going that way? Who’s turn was it?  Look!  There’s smoke!”

               Ralph then said, “Smoke? Smoke! :

 

                                             Cigarettes, I’ve had a few

But then again, too few were Menthol

I smoked not one, but two

Yes, I inhaled for my redemption

But then, to put them out

I’d stamp my foot

And all that soot stayed

So now, oh don’t you know, it covers my way.”

              

               That caused me to ask Ralph, “I don’t smoke and I achoo.  So, what does that make this?  Are we Mortal Enemies?”

               Ralph returned with, “Now we are immoral and here we are way more than enemies.”

               Then I told him, “You keep quoting the Raving, more and more.  But what I really mean is ‘Bore and Bore.’  When you keep doing that you are boring.”

Ralph answered, “You’re the one who does it more on and more on.  Boy, you sure are a moron.”

And I said, “You are the one who belongs in a More Tis, You Wary.”

Ralph then replied, “When I saw you, Irish I had remembrance.  And also, a real Saw.”

That’s when I told him, “Well, I wish you had dismemberment.  And were deep in that Well.”

Ralph then looked at me and said, “You sure are Out Of This World.”

Then I found myself on a planet where the life forms are gases.

Hydrogens are the females and Oxygens are the males.  And those claim to be the intelligent gases.  There are more gases than them all around me, and not caused by me. 

Yes, it is the Hydrogens and Oxygens that are in charge.  At times they appear to work together and they want to produce their families.  Those families are produced using their electrical particles.  A couple Hydrogen girls and an Oxygen guy get together.  You hear a crash.  There’s a Lightening Bolt.  And look, there’s water all over the place. 

I’ve been wandering around and I see Green Leaves that mature the males from that water.  It pulls those kids up using the Roots of their Lives.  Finally, Oxygen comes out.  For those all-important, Oxygen men, I learned that they worked on it a long time and created tools called Plants.  They manufactured into these with Photosynthesis.  The built leaves would pull in the childish water using the schools of roots.   And the kids were taught to use the energy of the sun to convert themselves into chemical compounds. The product of that chemical reaction is graduating adult Oxygens into their world.

But, after a while, they also realized they also needed to get more matured women.  To do so, they developed a different system.  And that sys was Electrolysis.  They named it that way to point out they are doing it for the sisters. What they do is have an electric current mature those baby wetnesses.  That causes the water to grow into both Hydrogen and Oxygen. They worked out a way with solar or wind.  The resulting Hydrogen does claim to be considered renewable as well, and it provides numerous benefits. And, of course, since Men rule the world, the Oxygen men are chemically produced in both places.

The women of this world do not like their counter parts, Helium.  Those Helium Girls keep coming from decaying Radioactivity, decaying Uranium and Thorium. 

It’s not just the Helium, even with some guys who like those Heliums. The guys also unfortunately, accidentally built foes for themselves.  Yes, their Plants matured the Oxygens.  They Rooted for that.  But that Rooting also caused a bunch of the Boys enemies, that gang of Nitrogen.  They come up from the underground.  Their foes come from humus, and that makes them, both humorous and humerus. 

 

 

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Aleut or Alute or Allude?

What if thoughts are the people and sentences are their rocket ships to take them to explore different worlds?  You and me, we are planets!

               I remember reading in school, an old sentence.  That sentence might have really been a pilgrim landing in something like America.  Do you like poetry?  A poem is a religious compound.  So, a short story is a farming community.  That means a chapter is a state.  And a novel is a country.

               Words evolve.  Some become extinct, like Latin.  There are racial groups like Women’s Stories, Detective Novels, Sci-Fi.

               There are religious sects like Chemistry and Physics. And what about what we call our six Animal Groups.  Angers are what we think are mammals.  Anticipation are the birds in the air.  All that Joy is a bunch of reptiles.  Trust is that sludge of amphibians.  Fear is all over the place, we call them fish.  And Surprise, they are the invertebrates.

               Through our eyes, the warm-blooded animals generate heat through their deep organs.  Especially in the livers, brains, and hearts.  And there is that contraction of skeletal muscles.  Warm blooded, they are the Angers and Anticipations.  Can’t you see how they differ from the Joy and the Trust?

               When you look at them.  When you look at real life.  What do you see?  And I am asking what, not how.  Is their skin flexible, like we think, with melted plastic?  Is it that their bodies are made up of thin coiled tin and copper sheetings?  Over the eons, did certain crystals evolve a variety from their molecular attraction axials to form moving, walking bodies that wore out and attracted certain electrically constructive atoms?  All this electra-evolution, that is giving them their strengths, securities, and types of mobility.  I think their brains may be prismatic, with various Photons of Light dispersing in different ways to heat up differently colored areas of  what we call their bodies.

               Think about it.  The real they have things similar to those imaginary we.  Do they eat dust?  Do they farm by throwing rocks?  Rocks to crack them, rocks to scrape free the silt.  Hunger flies in the winds to fall in those whirlpools of dust.  Gatherers and farmers, are in our minds’ miners.  The strengths of magnetism are their parts of speech. 

               They have temperatures, we call those heat differences their races.  The Igneous, the Sedimentaries, those Metamorphics are their communities.  Those communities are getting man and animals to snow on the parades of them.  Them attempting and continuing their space explorations.  Throw ups and feces are their controls, their explorations through the stars.

               Those Fossils and Rusts are their spirituality.  Erosion is their democracy.  Magma is their communism.  Polishing is capitalism.  Electrostatic Shielding is their hope for their futures. 

               And What About Children?  Slates are their Gravitated children.  A change in Pressure leading to sooner Melting is their God’s Gift to man.  Continually, lessening Pressure leading to slower Solid-Liquid-Gas generations is the congregate when they teach themselves to avoid religion. 

               A Black Hole is their Noah’s Boat. 

               The Big Bang is their Christ on the Cross.

               A Continental Divide, Spouting Mountains and Spewing Lava, that is Adam and Eve kicked out of Eden.

               Ask yourselves, Three, Six, Nine, Twelve Legs – How are you able to walk?  Is it controlled?  Do you control it?  Where do you go?

               Three or more nostrils.  Each smelling a certain Chemical Ratio.  And that is the only thing that the one nostril is able to smell. 

               Three or more Magnetic Noticing Devices define their eyes.

               That makes the Three or more Radiation Noting Devices.  Those structures, their ears.  Each notes a specific range.  Their lives act in ways like our lives.  Some might not work if you are younger.  Some will not work if you are older.  If you are sick, some will not work at all, and it or they might act like they are working.  Some may come first over their others.

 

               Waves are different beings in another solar system.  Numbers are life forms attracted to Saturn Like planets nomading like stalagmites and stalactites.  And they tend to fight each other, like magnetic poles, rejecting, refusing, hating something that is the same as them yet meaninglessly looking different from them.

               And like we claim about people from another neighborhood, or people from another state, or people from another continent.  They are Alien People!

               Rock people:  There are fissures, plates, veins all through their bodies.  These are used for blood like flow that provide nutrients for different body parts.  They also provide ore refinement and manufacturing sequences to turn consumed materials into useable goods for various body parts.  What they eat falls in a crevasse towards the raw material sorters and eventually to the ore refineries (that use heat).  From there, things go to various, different based on what was eaten, chemical and centrifuges (in areas where pressure turns certain solid materials into liquid, the raw materials are swirled various eddies.  Their outputs fall in either other cracks, become parts of existing intrusive veins, or are splattered on various plates that follow various factory material flow plans.

               Specific organs are the intrusions, the sills, dykes, and batholiths that process varying degrees of raw material, manufacture new assemblies, crystals, evaporites to keep existing organs working and provide new skin for these beings. Some expel gaseous substances for communicative purposes (mating, warning, fighting, and community communications-different and many chemical makeups).  Some oil fissures so arms can move and legs can walk.  Some set up convection currents of magma that takes touches (eyesight, finger touches, hearing, temperature ratings) from the surface and feed these messages to the brain.  Some convection currents take expels from the brain to make other parts of the body react either to a current situation or do what a current thought process wants or perform needed, physical maintenance, involuntary motion activities. The brain is a convolution of pyrite, loadstone, silver, and copper.  Magnetism causes some physical and current motion.  Electrical exchanges do this too.  Many salts are emersed in different liquids and plate tectonics attach metallic veins to activate specific currents of exact magnitudes

               Quartz, Feldspars, Micas, and such are tumbled like a rock polisher to extract various sizes of silts and sandstones.  Very fine sedimentation provides bodily filtering.  Shales form sensitive skin coverings.  Metamorphized slates are usually for areas of the body that need some protection.  Sandstones encrust around the brain area for more protection.

               Two legs are formed for movement.  Two arms are formed to see and hear and sense (heat, smell, magnetism, ions) what is in the current and target areas.  Two arms are formed to eat various substances, consume water and liquids, intake air(need to describe how air is used).  Two legs are formed to expel used substances (liquids from one, solids from the other) from the body.  Reproductive organs make use of these too.

               And a lot of us don’t like to admit it, but there are many other types of people.

               Ice People:  Hard Ice is on the outside.  They move through melting and refreezing.  Their mammal like creatures create heat and cold inside their own bodies.  Their reptilians rely on the neighboring conditions for heat and cold which they temporarily store and use.  They take in air and water and solids.  They expel them too.

               Woven People:  They are made up of biological cells, many of which have flagella to move and emit streams that harden like spiders’ silks.  The silk is woven into organs and skin.  Various degrees of thickness, number of strands spun together, and numbers of layers make different areas of the body different.  Skin, stomach, eyes (reaction, melting to light), ears (detecting motion especially waves of sound).  With some, limbs can be willfully grown. With others, their specific body makeup is permanent.

               Temperature People:  Heat is kinetic energy. A three-pound rock on a ledge over your head is potential energy.  Heat does not get destroyed.  Movement does not get destroyed.  Energy does not get destroyed.  Movement may change to weight over height.  Heat is atoms moving at higher speeds, making their way, dispersing across the universe.  The feelings may vanish, as in be no more, but those atoms keep moving further away from each other.  So, your big, unintelligent hand thinks those atoms have been broken.  Thinks the heat has been shredded.  But if you really tore up an atom you cannot begin to imagine the energy released by that fission.  Think about fission.  Think about fissures.  Think about the materials torn apart, tearing California from the Coast.

               Think about the energy needed to pull those sand and mud and rock particles away from each other.  That chunk of feldspar torn from that ton of talc.  It don’t even come close to the energy rampant at the rending of those neutrons ripped from each other.  Those bonding protons don’t want to change.  And they let you know it. 

               That heat from that match you lit this morning.  It has shot past Neptune.  And those sub-atomic bonds will do a lot more than quiver a magnetic wave out there.  And way more than the slam behind the San Francisco quake.

               Sodium Chloride has a lot more potential than the weight of a five-pound bar held at arm’s length above your head.  Or that match from that cigarette you should not have smoked.

               So, all that you do, say, or think.  You are not just dust in the wind.  You are life.  You are a being.  You are reality.

 

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The Idiots Are Panting, Putin Is Painting, And Now We Are Ailing

 

               I was making a painting for the wall instead of me painting that wall, some wall, any wall.  A song that was in my heart is there instead of a song on the radio.  A song on the radicals.  A song in the rat holes.  Those Words I write.  Those Letters I put together.  I have Thoughts I coagulate.  Instead of claiming I am smart and not reading anything.  It is my right to write. 

               Now, my muscles need to steep in the deep.  I ask you, Water I do next?  Water can you do?   Water canoe?  That’s a can task for me.  Sitting on your chair is better than me knitting my hair.  I guess my name is Hair Old.

               I think and I see the scene which my paint colors are telling you.  My words are my unknown celestial friends worlds.  I am getting buried in the sand as you flew by plane to the past century’s congratulation hall.  You flew and you are flue.

               I would rather think back of some girl I met in school.  I was learning something I would not be employed at but taught me to view how I should react to parts of the world.  She was working and came to school to better her knowledge of what she was doing.  I loved her.  She loved me.  She wanted me to marry her.  I could not go through with it because I was still just in school and had not job nor any career yet.  I did not want to burden her with working to maintain me.  I wanted to finish school.  Start not just a job, which many different ones would be started over many years, until I finally began a career I could grow with and then marry her so I could feel better about being with her.

               That was then, but this is now.  And this is so disgusting  and his followers are so stupid that I can’t joke about it to get the point across.  They cannot, will not, are told not to see that they are being and will be hurt as much as the rest of us.  And they are the pests of us.  There are these innocent people who are trying to save themselves and their children have their lives at stake.  Women are bravely taking their children away from the horrendous homicide rates, increasing political corruption and persecution, and the dying economy of Honduras.  Donald Trump supported this dictator that stole a stronger control over his country.  That is not surprising, Donald Trump also supports the authoritarian dictators of China and Russia.  Donald Trump himself got elected, again, in this country partly by bragging about his raping of women.  The third of this country that are overtly racist looked up to him because of that.  Trump also is in debt to Russia’s Putin who helped Donald take over our country.  So, the Russian Mob and the brainless American Racist groups are telling the United States Congress to enable this mindless greedy jerk, Donald.  Donald, the Rapist, is saying that this caravan of women and children fleeing for their lives are rapists.  Okay, so the Koch brothers and Putin get richer.  Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan brag that they got rid of pollution protections, fair wages, and education.  Then they send the National Guard to fight Women and Children who are seeking refuge. We should be frightened for our lives.

               These people that claim Donald is someone they can really look up to.  What do they mean, that he had sex with a porno star and she wasn't even attracted to him?  How many of you can say that? 'Duhh, I had sex with someone who sells sex. Ain't I great!' He is a real man! And where are they coming up with this stuff about Donald threatening the Porn Star and her Child? Get real! Donald has Bone Spurs. He couldn't have threatened her. He hired a lawyer to physically threaten her. Donald's Bone Spurs will beat up Joe Biden and Kamala Harris and the rest of us, even those who are happy that he is in, too.

               Let me tell you, about these latest rants between twitterkim and twitterdumbdon, I do not care which of you thinks he has made the Biggest Buttocks of himself. Or is it which of you is claiming to be the Biggest Buffoon. Realize this, in a Nuclear War, just because your country is spending billions of your country men's money to protect you from those explosions, the accompanying radiation does not vanish. And when your own countrymen die while protecting you, you will have no one left to do the work they did to support you.

               Just realize, Donald Oh you stupid Trump, We wish you'd go away, Go hump yourself some other rumps, So you can think you're great, You pollute this world, You starve the poor, You rob the taxpayers blind, I wish they would impeach you, Cause you're such a big behind.

               He’s gonna cause more world hostility From right wing Washington DC Lies spreading out, we’re truth deprived Keep alt factin, we’ll see our world get fried D Trump scared honesty away His backers are the KKK. The winners are the very few The rest will just get heaped with hate and abuse World Wars Paid Whores Polluted Air Red Square Let’s cause some more strife Say goodbye to your life We’re broke beyond repair.

               Donald Trump If YOU make America Great Again YOU will make America terrible for American Citizens. You will make it great for the Russian Government. YOU will make it great for Foreign Owned Corporations. YOU will make it great for the KKK. YOU will make it great for the NRA. YOU will make it great for the Chinese Sweatshop Owners. YOU will make it terrible for the American Tax Payer. YOU will make it terrible for the American Worker. YOU will make it terrible for the American Family.

               All I can say is: Go Lie Go, Go Lie Go, Hey you Putins, what do you say, That Trump is gonna make your day, Go hate go, Go hate go, Hey you racists, what do you say That Trump is with the KKK. Go assault, Go assault, Hey molesters, what do you say, Trump just says that Rape’s ok.  Go broke go, Go broke go, Hey you workers, what do you say, That Trump is gonna lower your pay. Go life go, Go life go, Hey you people, what do you say, The hate just doesn’t go away. Go vote go, Go vote go, Just wake up, what did they say, That Trump don’t listen to a thing You Say.

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