I was floating along and I saw my
friend, The Photon. That Photon sure is
Analog. And he is a Photon, not in
anyway a Proton. He ain’t Pro
Nothing. An Astral Provider. Arf Arf.
Here we are. The Photon and The
Dog.
He may be Analog, but I thought
he can’t be Digital! This question
ain’t Analog vs. Digital. If I was
musical there would be an Analog whose verses were Digital.
I buried a bone. But in burying it, am I doing Geology or
Biology? Whatever it is, I sure am
against Lie All Oh Gee. I just want you
to Buy All, Mikie? But not My Key! Digital or Dig It All or Dog On It Al!
I sure think you had been there
and done that. Or were you a Bean there
who Dumped that? No, you sure are a Bear
there who is Dumb and Fat.
Just
look outside. It is a Hell of a
Sunday. There, at my church, I just ran
into this guy who calls himself “The Jack of All Trades” But he is just the Minister of Nuns. It was good for the world that I ran into
him. Me and my Ford were just putting
along.
My buddy, Ralph, tried to scare
me. As I was getting rid of that guy, he
pokes my shoulder and says, “Is that the Police I See?”
I whispered, “It is just my
Policy!”
Ralph then declared, “Oh! So, it is another Injust Policy!”
That’s when I said, “So, Bullets
in my shoulder make you happy. That sure
makes my work a bulleted in board.”
Ralph replied, “Ich kan nicht
verstehen because I cannot do anything but make ravens. And although I can’t stop my cravings, there
is onlyThose Kookoo dumbs who Kookoo
do.“
Then I told Ralph, “I can’t go to
the library for you. My schedule is
already booked.”
Ralph then said, “Well, I can’t
stab you right now with my sword. My
sched duel is also booked. Maybe I could
have you sword dead in tomorrow.”
Being The Dog, I asked, “Ralph,
that tomorrow. Is that the day after
today or the day of my after life?”
Photon then broke in
Both slinging and singing:
“My Ions lie under the
stars
My Iron flies around the
comet belt
My neutrons loose over
that plasma bank
Oh, binge back
Binge back
Oh, binge back that
Pulsar to me
To meteorites
Oh, hinge back
Sling back
Oh, sting back that laser
on me.”
Then I barked out, “Is there metal all over this place? Or is it just that there are mentals all
over my face? Am I now monumentally
disgraced!”
Ralph then asked, “Coffee? Coffee!”
The Photon asked Ralph, “Do you
need something to wake you up? Or are
you such a Cow Ward that you call yourself Calf Find?”
Ralph moos at The Photon, “What
other kinds of fees are you charging me?
And is it those otters that are more kind than you are to me. Ewe are.
Hue ark. You are the Moo lark
Key. You just think you are a Huge Tart.
Change that ‘t’ to an ‘f’. And I
don’t mean that you are ‘Tarf’.
“My cane just fell. I guess I will have to dwell. You say cicada, I say cyanide. You say invader. I say, I just lied. Cicada, Cyanide. Invader, I just died. Let’s cut my whole head off.
“You know, if I were a tree I
would be getting my energy from that sun up there. But, if I were a meteor, some sun would be
getting fed from me. But it seems that
you are a thinking being and you are being fed up by me.”
Then Ralph went his way. And his way was that he Pick Bucketed our
Frenemies from Atlanta to the Specific.
And boy, that Vladimir sure think’s
he is strong. But he is not
strong. He does not think. He is just Wrong. And he ain’t even or ever Just.
He sang along his way:
“ Min
Min
Missing in no Action
For Those Fat
Water Rats
Just look at that pool.”
And
I told him, “ That’s where I sat. I sat
there and now it is sure saturated. It’s
where I sat my ant bunch. Sit, Sit, Why
did I Sit? Well, first you sat. Then I sat.
I did that because It was my Sat Turn.”
Ralph
then sung on:
"Dig Dig Dig right into it
Dig Dig Dig it till you
make it a Digit
Some Might Dig It Less
Without their Might
they Must Confess
That’s when you’ll see a
pumpkin by some neighbor’s backdoor gate
And it’s going to make
him late
That’s while he dodges
another Dog Ache!”
Ooh!
Ooh! Brass Nucleus.
All
Right, it’s just another electron pulse about that Accountant who needed a crane
to filament into his Solar Truck, and
for lurch dives through those Mitch McConnells. Getting their uncoupled Brass Cracks. Using astro flies, and a baryonic which skives to its
nearby potent flake’s which are sparking
to that canceled time zone, the “Grade School Girls of Sonar Comets.”
My
Photon Friend butted in:
“When is your health not for your
own good? Religion? Politics?
The planet of the Bests
Best Blondes
Best Brunettes
Best Wit People
Best Bosses
Best Politicians
Best Sons
Best Brothers?????”
Four cosmic rays then exploded
themselves on me, The Dog. The one in
the grass keeps going towards that tree stump.
She knows where she wants to go.
Nothing will stop her!
But
Dogs out on those ancient civilizations found in the originated
magnetospheres. How about the Caves in
Enceladus and Europa. Theirs recovers disappearances, and they can’t find any
cosmos pulsars now.
It
is just the Comets and the Meteors including those Meteorite Motion Detectors. This is just a metal rock’s story. See Them?
A miniature, “These two humans are driving me Kuiper. They keep coming in here and pulling me into
their magnetic worlds. I got to show
them what’s orbiting by pooping in my profound fascination. Disc and ranging in my composition of my deep
carbon. It is more than an Atom. It is more than a Chemical. A Chemical Nation. A Halo.
A Halo Sea Nation.
I
got propulsed into some neighboring asteroids. And they keep turning water and organic
compounds into critical life. So, the
nucleus with its frozen gases got excited ions and chemical constituents. I just told it, “Get some exersize by
straightening up the shavings and putting the Ceres in place. Boy those 30 to 55 times the distance from
the Earth to the Sun are hard to reach. And that sure is Exersize because it makes
you a Galaxy Bigger. No Exercise could
do that.”
In the back of those comets, my
rock, Osirisly, placed its Arrokothicallies out of my way. He knew that my blands were full. I was told to distance three other things. So,
I will do this Aerospace Exploration
later, when I get the chance, and I will continue solar-powered imagery
this afternoon.
Three years later, covered with
gloves and a hat and forgotten interest.
I finally began learning. And now
I’ve dispatched a lander to the surface.
And that surface is dust.
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