The Promotion And The Clog Come To Earth

 

              This body is full of food.  These eyes cannot see without the light.  But the food poisons it to death.  After death the light blinds its eyes.  Cells in the water in the blood veins in food it eats killed that body because it’s in a cell. Death makes life lighter when the body can do like a candle being lit up and that makes life to burn it down and blind it. 

              Makeups of elements that walled up liquids in foods  blood and ionic spectrometric coulometers destroyed those irises that need it and those that don’t need it are us, The Photon and The Dog.

              We, in this element,  are The Photon And The Dog.  On this visit at this time, we are acting like We Bae Heights.  The Bay Of Pigs.  The Pigs that Digs.    Their Prolog and Their Clog.

              To engage in this environment, we Promote ProTemp Pro Sore ProSour, and Oh, Yes,  I Mean Pressure, since I am a Mean Pressor Processor Professor.  I want you to just give me a lot of prestige and that is me in my pro suit in my professional suite, and you can just prosecute, juicility .  Just do it, don’t do it justly, your justice is due it, and you are Just Ice.  We  claim what we do is to Preservative Natives with Definitions Not, and you call me a Knot Head, but you Can Not call me a Nut Head.  You are the one in the Can.  You are the present nation for this Presentation.  But us, the Clog Blog Fog Frog, we are acting Frog Get Full. 

              Just Remember, and don’t Dismember this December, that I am the one that voted for you.  Well, I not only voted for you, I vetoed you!  So, what do you say?  “You Are Not Right!”  Well, I will just write.  Poets and Authors?  Ports and Authorities!  What are their rights?  If that is not a rite this is not a written.  Did you call yourself “Conn the Barbarian” or was that “Come On You Aquarium!”  So, Are you a Corn Husker or another Calm Musker?

              The Dog keeps asking me, “Was that another Maxamillion Facial or May You Fee Low Real Surgery?” And that is not the only thing he keeps.    Nope, that was a Judge in his Chariot, not a Jewel Who Cheers A lot.  Boy, he sure does Beers a lot!  And You do slurp a lot!  Come On!  I am not talking to you!  I am in shoe of you!  I’ve lost my life!   You’re full of Hate!  It’s not about truth!  It’s just that you hate me.  I wish you just hated for me!  For I am my life.  And that is not a Foreign Life.  You called me Ridiculous.  I wish I were Ridiculed Less!  We All Know That You Are A Riddler Loss!  Again, you are on your Radical Laps. I sure know no one no more than one.

Freconomy or Free!  Come On You Nixon!

              This is the Promotion of the Dog!  Think about it, I am not For Motion.  I have DeMotion

I Do Moe’s Shun.  Dog and I have not Dug Up!  All of our Moes Shun. And these Curlies Cue, too.  And Larry keeps Linking in a Letter.  He’ll sure Link You if you Let Him.

              There is nothing Up here about me!  Are you going to keep touting this or  will you be Trouting This?  I guess you are back in Willoughby. 

              This world is a desert that has been geologically proven to not have any saleable material.  No gold.  No iron.  No oil.  No life that anyone wants to eat.  This area is maybe four times the area, perhaps many areas that are corralled by an impermeable, impenetrable compound.  The water is removed.  The air is removed.  The gas is removed.  Lifeless virginity is established.

              A study of estimates of the early moments of the big bang is examined.  Four to six groups of the original compounds coagulated by the big bang are noted.  They initiate the four to six original groups of the virgin existence areas. 

              I like my Mixture One:  Hydrogen, Oxygen, Water.  Then some Hydrazine, Ammonia Borane, and Urea.  I can’t do without Cadmium, Arsenic, and Chromium.  Come on Sulphuric Acid, Phosphoric acid, Hydrogen Chloride.  And we finish with Borax, Milk of Magnesia, and that lying Lye.

              The Dog has his Mixture Two too!  For him it is a bunch of mixtures of heat levels and cold levels.  Now don’t forget Mixture Three with it’s Varying amounts of Regular Light and Non Light.  That Nun does Really Light Reality.

              You guys have your Mixture Four for you.  Varying amounts of Electricity (which includes Magnetism).  And that snob has his Mixture Five, even though he is still alive.  All Of His Varying Amounts of Radioactivity.

              Now we are 100 areas cordoned off.  Old such 100 areas arenas were individualized with representatives of the five above mixtures.  These were observed for self-initiated growths of life.  Happening from that, now we have 200 areas.  Whose 100 are, as were also experimented, with humans visiting and trying to colonize those areas.  You guys are trying to grow your own food.  Hah!  Hah!  Try to produce your own breathable air.

              All around now we have 300 areas.  Those 100 original areas were also copied and had human beings inserted into them with surgical, chemical manipulations done to those human beings to have them survive, grow, succeed in those areas.  Their skin changes.  Their blood charges.  Their thoughts, words and deeds are deranged.

              Now we have experimenters visiting some 300 or so areas.  They take samples.  They observe.  They test.  Do the life forms there, if life formed there, or if human life was reformed there, know that their home area is on earth or are these visiting earthlings from another planet?  Maybe they are gods.  Maybe they are equals.  Maybe they should be destroyed.  Maybe they should just be ignored.

 

                                           Who learns to communicate to (or with) whom?

                                           Who is enslaved?

                                           Who works together?

 

                                           Are both intelligent?

                                           Are one side pets?

                                           Are one side cattle?

 

                                           Who gets Enclaved?

                                           The one’s whose lives are Paved?

                                           I am just not Brave.

 

              Just ask yourself, “Which side is worth?”  And is that “Which” or “Witch”?  Anyway, within that side, is one of the same worth or worse more than others of the same?

              Is Earth’s elite doing this experiment?  Are all citizens able to contribute?  Are all citizens able to benefit?  Is this being done to learn?  Who learns?  Are we, or some of us, growing slaves?  Are we, or some of us, growing food?  Are we, or some of us, mining rewards?  Is this just a game?  Who is gaming who?  Are one or several of these WORLDS really the ones in control?  Is it or some of the it’s a vacation resort?  Is it a prison?  Is it a school?

 

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