A Prism Of The Dog Waving Into The Photon

 

Photon and Dog reacting to each other:

 

Dog was taught to act like he is telling humans what to do, as he manages what they claim is their work, while he learns how they are, at times, made up.  He was taught by some nine year old child who picked him up out of the park and his parents didn’t pay attention to him when he brought something home as long as he cleaned up from himself.  The dog lived outside at first, being served food that the kid intentionally refused to eat but hid it so it looked like he ate it. After six weeks his parents noticed him playing with and directing the dog in the back yard.  They asked, “Who owns it?”  The kid said, “I don’t think anyone does.  I’ve kept him alive for a few weeks and did not see any report in the village paper or posted on telephone poles about a lost dog.  He was allowed to keep the dog fed and cleaned and healthy in the house.  When the kid was a senior in high school and about to go off to college the kid taught the dog the things he himself had learned and was supposed to do and did from his side job, side from learning at school, to pay for the kid’s growing education.  He cleaned, and then took menu orders, and after a while cooked food at a neighborhood restaurant that had a racially insulting name.  The dog learned well what the kid taught, not taunted, him.  At the end of summer, when the kid was getting ready to go off to college, the dog took his place, unnoticeably, they noticed him there doing work but did not notice he was a dog instead of the kid.  After a few years the dog’s boss madly made him into a temporarily replacement manager and sent him off to several of the racially insultingly named restaurants in the neighboring state where the owner managers were taking vacations or going to the hospitals or spending a few weeks in jail.  The dog would temporarily replace the manager officially to order the lower class employees around, but the dog did the work along with the lowerly treated real workers at those working places.  He made it look like he was managing them but he was also directing them and working with them

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile, Photon pushed and pulled on various waves, light, sound, magnetic, and atomic manufacturing particle relations and reactions in order to keep them separated and observed.  He usually tries to stay away from atomic and gravitational waves.  Soundular and sonar seem at times relaxational.  A visiting group of greeting and greating meteors came close to the sightable nearing ripples nearing earth.  The Photon jogged with them and took an interest in the multiple bringing near areas covered with humans and human controlled substances.  The Dog, appearing and appealing as human like construction gave the Photon a happy feeling.  The Photon wanted to be more happy so he echoed the Dog’s wave like substantiation to and into that racially insultingly named restaurant that the Dog was night cooking and cleaning so the real working human groupings that the Dog recently drove his car in an order from the previous state’s food provider managers directed him to do. 

 

While burger grilling burning the Dog’s hand directed the Photon to push the Dog to walk in front of a working worker who actively replaced the Dog making eatable food for paying customers in order that the Dog could go and drive himself to the village’s hospital, with the Photon actually controlling the driving directions and driving speeds to avoid hitting other cars, in order to have the Dog’s human acting like paws and arm like connector relieved and healthily encouraged skin and flesh coverings, so the future will be as good as the past.

 

A waitress interview here and a food court plate and eating utensil efforter interview there and the Dog and the Photon safely relieved fifteen different restaurant buildings’ real workers the missing and insulting directions of fifteen different yet the same like company owners agreeing visualized and commanding sounding restaurant managers.

 

The well monetarily updated owner but not worker of those many namely insulting restaurants avoided a judicial payment closed the worker activities across the country.  This caused the Dog to get encouraged by the Photon to go to night school and learn and memorize mathematical engineering techniques while being paid to be an assistant manager and again worker at a downtown big city’s shoe sales location.  After learning and earning a well recognized piece of certification, the Dog efforted regularly establishing, and being paid for his Photon encouraged establishing activities making a working usable hand held conversation sellable working pieces.

 

A human here.  A development there.  A safe energy following grouping of attractions and repulsions finally got the Dog and the Photon to use similar wordings and partially and agreeably noticing and living along with and friending each other.

 

The Dog acted like a human at work where he designed and corrected enginerically conversational equipment.  The owners owned bosses believed he was a human.  Most fellow employees believed his acting skills that he was, usually nine to five, a human.  His fellow worker learned on his own and with close actions, that the Dog was a dog.  That friendly, kindly worker treated the Dog like a human in front of other people, and treated him like a friend close to each other.  Over the years several of the other fellow workers and supported workers and even some of the supporting workers learned that the Dog was a dog and treated him friendily when they were around and reacted to him, with him there or not.

            The Photon lit up rooms in the Dog’s not dog house, in order to help the near by humans to believe   the Dog is a human and himself and family and friends are in different areas of the house at different times of the twenty four hour days.  The Photon also road, enjoyably to himself and not enjoyably to himself, thought waves and shock waves and anger waves and like waves.  A magnet here.  A proton there.  Here a black hole, there a neutron, every time goes on beyond.

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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 a 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 I 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, not 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.  The water grows 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 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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Timid Time In Special Space

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 43

43rd Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

           

            “Hello and Time Yourselves to those Elephants of Elements of you Ioniclades.  I am your Space Bus Driver, Ralph Kramden.  I claimed to see you are waiting to board.  I hope and not hopped that you are not bored, burs, bosons, who keep gluoning on and on.  I will Biosphere both you Shelled Muons and Unshelled Leptonic Inhabitants.  Even though I have my own Higgs,  You strong gravitrons claim you sure are most applied, Hadrons and Pioneds, to come on up, you Helium Symmetrics of Hypothetic Integer Spins, and your fellow Theoretic Particles of Composites.  I hope your antiquarks continue to comprise.

            “My solar panel, Ed Norton, well he calls me a particle, but he is just an employee of mine, anyway, Ed will take you time reversal objects to  this ship’s most current confusion.  Another ionosphere spears with plastid solutions,  but thanks to my company’s builders, and claimed by Ed, you have now as your past and what gasses I passed will be your future.   

            “Antineutrinos along this meson of  coaster of your unlikely charged measures will mediate until you get to your paid for radiation Rous spacials.  Those are numbered off in this Outer Space Transportational Glory.

            “After a color confinementric of Grand Unified Theories, and at rest light squareds , we will timely to forward and backward at the not nearby Vice Versa, which  You  naturally lack relativity, so we will square the speed of  you with light decay.

            “I am a member of a group of Omnibus Diverter operators who will act like we enjoy working for the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices, and if this is your future, my group claimed we had enjoyed it.  You can call me Ralph, or Mr. Kramdem, when you think, I am supposed  to assist you.  No ignorance will be detected due to  Edward Norton, our version of an engine’s ear, in the way that he thinks, if you can call that thinking, he does.   Included obit orbiting, our differing number of neutrons  there is Ed’s wife, Trixie, and mine, Alice, I alike.

            “Welcome aboard.”

            Alice tapped on my shoulder and said, “Traveling through time and space is a concert that inherits wines reversing physical dimensions of our universe with the slow of thoughts. While the traveling of photons to the past or gravitations to the future is enslaving, current psychological understating, primarily bruised with Einstein's theory of relativity, snuggles those wide time dilutionations (glowing with slime) and their substancable, true time travel, especially to the past, which gives me the highly speculative and potentially problematics.”

            Ralph then asked, “Do you want a small knot or a big knot?”

            Alice replied, "I would like to get my own time. I don't want to hear, or have heard a peep out of your herd of horns."

            Ralph to Alice, "Get a load of these Atom Particles with their fundamental building blocks of matter who think they will travel on our bus through space and time.  They don’t inhibit  fusion nuclear properties unless they are governed by their own principles of physics."

            A  travelling Tachyon Potent Pull said, “Thanks to Einstein, we know that this Easter you will go the slower time passages.  So, a nary of fast spaceships think they are in a time merchant to the fusillion. Five years on a ship traveling at 99 percent the speed of light, with their 2.5 years out and your 2.5 years back, dark matters interactions to roughly 36 years on Earth.”

            Ralph yells, "OW!"

            Ed smirked, "Hear more, Part 1?  Was that ears on Earth?  What is Earth without its Ears?"

            Ralph envisioned "If I had two Ed Nortons in my class. That One was smart. And my buddy is the other Norton."

            A fellow boarded electron whispered to Trixie, “Back travelling  in time to allow so called life forms to enter the ship in the forms of people, objects, or histories as they are seen to ‘come from nowhere.’  Such causality loomed evidence of innovation that existed in spacetime.   Putt their ordering cannot be determined. The abomination of objects ionized that are ‘cell-existing’ in this way is often viewed as pavilions.”

            Trixie then answered, “Don't forget the 50 minute lecture! A Peacemaker is not a Space Maker and you think you are a Space Marker.  You are just a Dog Barker."

            The Atomic Particles that rented cabins and their fellow Space Constituent Anti-Particles sure seemed to like visiting Quarks and Leptons, until they exited and moved throughout the universe. Even the seemingly Empty Vacuum villages of space contains racing amounts of Atoms and Subatomic Particles.

            When he began floating towards his driver’s chair Alice said, "Why don't you take advantage of the time you have now to go to sleep?"

            To which Ralph smiled and replied "You're right. I'm sorry that I telescoped at you. Good night." Ralph then kissed Alice. Ralph aimed towards his  docking maps where he snores with the alarm clock ringing five o' clock. That means that it's time for him to go to work the senator of the universe.  Which universe?  No one wonders.  They are definitely not Wonderful here.

            As the ship sped forward it remained uncertain whether the passengers travelled to the past, which would be physicsally possible. So much travel, if at all feasible, may give rise to destinations of chrome star walls. Forward time travel, outside the usual sense of the perception of time, is an extensively observed phenomenon and is well understood within the framework of special relativity and general relativity. However, riding atom bodies both advance and  delay more than a few milliseconds compared to an earthly body who is not easing with current technology. As for backward time travel, the bus finds possible solutions in general relativity that allow for the travelers, such as a rotating black hole. Traveling to an arbitrary point in spacetime has very limited support in theoretical physics, and is usually connected only with quantum mechanics and Ralph brings them through a lot of wormholes.

            Ralph woke up and looked at the driver’s seats screens and said, "TV or Not TV?"

            To which Ed replied,  "Ralph, me and Alice tossed an ion to see who would get your mind set. She said, 'Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.' It was tails, so you’re still lost."

            Ralph turned to Alice, "Don't look at me like that. I learned that trick from you. That's how we got married." 

            Alice smirked "Uncontinental Behavior."

            A physics landing plane suggested that they consort a family of particles traveling back in time, who they like.  The Hypothetical Tachyon, riding this  faster-than-light particle ship, would just theoretically travel back in time, but all their existences are now uncertain.

            The Conducting Material asked “Gentlemen, what seems to be the trouble?"

            Ralph yelled,  "Why should I seem to be the trouble? I'll tell you what the trouble is. First, space makes his and my wife miss training classes because Ed can't keep a life alive.  Then he comes  in here and it seems like he put handcuffs on my wrists. That isn't enough. I ask him does he want a drink of water, no. I ask him to get me something to eat, no. He doesn't want to do anything until he gives up  and says the world’s a match. Then to my mind, I have to be handcuffed to this  Minneapolis."

            Unconstructed Conductor ran away screaming to the other passengers, "Minneapolis? Galaxicons, this bus isn't going to Minneapolis. We are going in the other direction to Northern Lights."

            Ralph looked to Alice and laughed, “Honey, together we are Out Of This World.”

           

 

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