The Photon Prismed over to
Ralph’s home. That was where Ralph’s
mother had been tanning herself in their back yard.
The Photon enjoyed urging her
skin to show the different colors that they were made from. When he was doing that, The Dog dug under
Ralph’s mother’s fence so she could pet his back and tickle his face, and he
could show his thanks when he growled friendily to her.
The Photon then also visited
several of the plants in their yard. He
began helping those leaves to free kindly a bunch of Oxygen Atoms from all
those Carbon Dioxides that they drank up from the soil. Several of those Oxygens, along with some
Hydrogens, and an occasional Nitrogen, or two, or two thousand, reminisced to
The Photon about the time that they had visited Arthur Marx and he gave them a
ride on his Harp, while he did not make them walk on the waves out of his
mouth, because he refused to talk. Although,
he did breathe some of them in through his nose.
While The Photon was enjoying
those Hydrogen’s Electrons stories (that is stories, not stormies), the Dog
welcomed them in by some snorts, so they could enter his nose while they just
rode along in his veins and arteries. A
few days later, he wished them a good bye, as they exited in his Doggy Doo in
one of Ralphie’s’ neighbor’s front
yard. The Dog waved to them by lifting
his leg on one of Ralphie’s Neighbor’s trees.
That really helped that tree get another drink. Those Neighbors came out and gifted several
Electrons a lift by sniffing in that treat that The Dog had left him.
One of Ralphie’s friends then
marched down the sidewalk:
“Mercury we
cyclotron
Cyclotron
Cyclotron
Meteorically we circle the Sol
As you fry away.”
That caused The Dog to tell him,
“So the orange pears in those nearby pearls that we pierced this peace had
piped our prior cheese. I bet you will
chew it, you Chew Bonga, you! I know that when you shoe it among us, as that
Orange Child did, we will miss the full of Disgrace with that Orangutan with its
big waist. He sure made a big waste.”
That
was when he said, “Waste Me Up! Dog!”
The
Photon then asked him, “ Did you derail or do you just deny bail?”
Ralphie’s
friend then sang:
“Drive while clear
Though you still taste beer
You’d better pay off that Cop
Cause he made you stop
Meat is a name mosquitos call myself
‘Ha Ha’ you just call to me to make fun
And you act like I am dead
What is it you said?
LA is where you want to go
‘Tee Hee’ you just pointed to my head
So, I’ll drink right now until I feel like
Moe.”
And The Dog replied, “You sure
know Moe’s Art!”
That was
when that Hairless Pup–Bone Eater, Corona Magnetic Waltz or as you say, “Dimply the Shiney Wallet” is
a galaxy meant to fly. Fly where there
is an active known star chase in their observable universe. I’d just measured it to be approximately 10
billion light-pallets in strength, and the considerable universe is about 9.3
billion atoms in delivery. This Mastodon
Masochistic superstructure you go to, it is a religion of the sky as
screened in the dark set musing of grandma-ralph burps (GRBs). I betta you
feel, flee all, congeal that existence has been found to have a congratulation
of those smellingly disturbances CSD s that is unusually nicer than the
expected hermitage tribunals. As unusual, it was dislocated in that snarly, whenever or
we never, by some stream of Asteroids
and Space Hubbles, and a sum of comet toes, when even or odd led by Activated continuum’s
. Sideways spins and volcanic chaos keep
our stellarizing darkness from the fanatic Gamma-Ray Bursts. Together,
or is that ‘To Get Her?’ with other attractors, or were those Ant Tractors?’
formed by ground glazed scopedics.
Anyway, it is the largest known radiation in these five million miles
per hour, exceeding the slice of this galaxy being sucked away by about an astronauts
footprint or two. Watt otter being could
that Bee?
While I
was thinking that, Gravitonic fragments formed the copper waves and declined
the former status of those dwarf reference points.
The
Photon Shouted Out, “I’m glad that I am flying off with my friend, The
Dog. He thinks he is giving me a
lift. Not just a Lift Off. The only thing he is lifting is his leg. And along with flying, I also got his fleas
off. Hello, this is The Photon
here! No! I know that you normally can’t hear Photons,
or even Protons, but I certainly ain’t normal.
Talking about Not Normal, I am here, I am being heard, I am also in this
herd, which is me and my friend, The
Dog.”
Where
were we?
“Windy
City
Whiney City
Wined City
Winning City (NOT)
Winched City
Winchell Mahoney City
When Chilled Mahogany City”
That was
when The Dog was asked, “What happened to your beard? Not what happened too, you’re beered! And not what happened to cause you to be
barred, or in a bar, or bared!”
And he
just answered:
“Centrapod
Censure Paid?
These are the Scents that I’m afraid
And Not, Knot, Nutt, Lock The Cents that I
made.”
In the
midst and mist and not missed Frank Died Green Tomatoes with their Loonie
Goons, various Cavern Bongs, and Obbie Long Kevinoly. We got to welcome all those
bacteria that came out of hiding, once in outer space. In our sterile intelligence,
without other origins around, they have to multiply and thrive. Instead of a
killing theme, cosmic radiation will just help when we mutate. You may be able
to grow faster than when you claimed when you were the Normal Ones on Earth. And it is not “Once is
not enough” but it is “You Ones Are Too
Too Too Much.”
And Ralphie
replied, “All organisms are thermally terminated. Only lichens (Rhino Carbon George
Max Fee ‘em and Xanthoria elegante) maintained full die billability after 2
weeks in outer space. Whereas all other
test systems were inactivated by their odors of maleficence.
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