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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