How The World Works

 

              If I keep looking, I will See More.  And then, “You always seize more!”  sighed Mom.  And then, “You’re the one who Makes Me Sneeze More!”  came out of both My Mouth and Nose.  And I said, “Sew Morn. As you Spy On!”  Then she tells me, “So.  Mourn for a Slice, Son.”  And there she was with all those flies on.  Into my face, A Pie Fell On.  I told her, “You sure are a Felon.” 

              That’s when you told me that You are a Boulder Person than me.  But, No!  No!  You are a Pebbler Person than me.  You sure Sand it and I can’t stand it.  You think you are so Rocky.  You are even Fossil Less.

              So, I said, but not misled, or missiled “Society or So!  I Eat Yee.”

              And you responded, “So, Lie It To Me.  I’ll Die because you are so mean to me.”

              I replied, “Just Snow My Feet, Ye!”

              You asked me, “Is this a Candelabra or do we Cancel Life Bro?”

              I answered, “I Can’t Limit It.

`                                      I Won’t Limit It Without You

                                        You Can’t Limit It Anymore.”

              Then you went questioned,  “Is that my more?  Maybe this is my morse code.   It really is my more itch cold.  That makes my more rice cone.  Boy, my more lice are bold.”

              That’s when we thought we went to Parks and Recreation, but it turned out to be  darks and re-creation.  I was afraid about those Darts and Refibrillations.

              Joining us was Simon, or was that See Moan?  Anyway, Simon Says,  “And See More Pays.”

              I just thought it was a Sea Murmur.

              That was when I walked around and started to dig what I saw.  And I sawed the branch off that tree so I could dig that hole.  And I am not a worm and this is not a golf course.  Although I do like a Tea.  I don’t like Tea Too Beat Tubes.

              You told me, “I want to be The Best To Worst, but not The Vest Too Forced.  I’m a Guest to You Warts.  And You just Guess I’m a Forest.  You are Just a Jest.  I thought I wasn’t Just.  You’re so Cold.  You claim You are Justice but You are Just Ice.”

              That made me build a small room at the top of an elm tree in my back yard.  I climb up the trunk and I sit in the room during afternoons after school and read my school books and do my assignments.

              I noticed that my neighborhood is a chemical in a city.  And that city that is a part of the membrane of my planet, Earth, which is a cell in the body of our solar system which is in the neighborhood of our universe.  Boy, I sure want to go on a vacation in another neighborhood.

              Instead of a University, I got schooled in the Universe.  There is the Andromeda Galaxy, Large Magellanic Cloud, Small Magellanic Cloud, and the Triangulum Galaxy.  Colorverse

They are all versing each other.

              Shenaverse verses Lȍmaverse.

              Thingverse versus Trumpverse.           

              Crowdverse viruses Kapaverse.

              Moneyverse worsens Umicronverse.

              Törmäysverse curses Gastraverse.

              Rustverse sure says Muonverse.

              Inframuonverse turns red Mesomuonverse.

              Ultramuonverse hits the head of Necroverse.

              And their constant using keeps getting odder and odder.

              After I graduated, I gravitated to the Gastraverse in order to work on pulping magnetism through to various Schwarzschild Singularities.  They pay well with cosmic dust.  We are bossed by that local, Magnetar, and I phytoplanktonate what is being passed to the next department.

              I will keep ferric aluminum in the needed amounts to every partial particle that we are radioactively responsible for.  I will also talk to other Muonverses who are radiated in order to build these soon to  be transportated icon ions to those wrestled of the under verses, you and I fear says, unit doer says.

              You and your cartwheel keeps on churning the chemically induced roller blading of not called beings that dislike the particles in the meteoric cloud dust we claim to make money from. 

              I just got to rage:

 

                                           Rock Bottom or Rockets Got ‘Em

                                           Hail those Rockettes

                                           Seventy Six Long Years In My Big Swamp Glade

                                           A Hundred And Ten Low Lifes lost Behind

                                           Ollie, Ollie, Stanly’s Glee

                                           A Marriage or A Mirage

                                           Is that your age

                                           Or My Rage?

                                           Freeze a Jacket Good Fellow

                                           Fleas are Jolly as your Fellon

                                           Pay attention

                                           Or Stay At Tension

                                           Attempt and Shun!

 

              That made you ask me,  “Are You Nosferatu?   Or, Nose On Furry Toes?”

              And I replied, “Why, Old Child?  You think you are a Wild Child!”

              You asked, “Do Worship or are you a War Ship?”

              I answered, “This is the Worst Shift.”

              You said, “It is just while You are On This Ship.”

              I asked, “Why Are You being so Selfish?”

              And you questioned,  “Are You Asking If I Am A Cell Fish?”

              I said, “I don’t even Sell Fish!”

              You gave it to me, “You sure do Smell Like Fish.”

              I said, “You better call the weed man!”

              You hit back, “You’re pretty weedy yourself.”

              I said, “In your car you’re so speedy that I am now bleedy.”

              You told me, “That car did not give me a caress.  You are careless. And now you have a spare less.”

              And again, I said, “You sure are selfish!”

              You replied, “You call me Cell Fish?  Your belongings in that Cell are not your Wish!”

              I told you what I felt about that, “Well, I’ve got to call someone for you.  All the others would run away.”

              And you gave me, “I sure hope those otters run soon.”

              Now we chorused:

 

                             “The Earth is the Moon running around the Sun.

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Hello Jello Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Eat Us Up, Yum

              I see two Snouts out to Kill us with Two Shots.”

             

              And the group down the hall sang:

 

                             “Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Shoot Those Moldy Phony Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             They Beat Us Up, Scum.”

 

              That was when the business owner photographed some film lead out to make  a movie.  He didn’t want to send it to another company.  He did not know what to do to develop it in.

              He asked us,  “In What?”

              And we told him, “In Developing Fluid.”

              A customer of his said, “You think you are Scary, you Hairy Larry!  You are just Moe’s long haired Trick.  Are you on Recess? “

              He shallowed down and said,  “No, I’m on a Cess Pool.”

              That customer said,  “You Sell Luncheon Making Bricks.”

              And my co-worker snickered,  “So you are on a Looney Much Eating Kick.”

             

              My department then sang out:

 

                             “You Self Fooly.

                               Me you make Sick.

                               Salt launch your assault you crunch.

                               You buzzed me.

                               You’re a fly.

                               No, don’t apply.

                               You Tick.”

 

              I then asked, “Is that the funniest ever I quoted?”

              And you answered,  “No, you are the phoniest ever anyone noted.”

              I said,  “Shut Up And Let me answer my phone.”

              You went on again,  “Are you claiming you are the funniest, when you aren’t even a foam neck rest?”

              I sighed,  “Rest?  Arrest? Are you wrestling with me?”

              You told me,  “I heard you claim, ‘I’m Perfect.’  But, no!  You are Imperfect!”

              I said,  “You Finally Admit, You are the Imp we Reject!”

 

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Are These Steep Steps? I Don't Want To Trip

 

              Back in grade school one of the kids asked “Am I a bird?”  I said  “No.”  Then he asked, “Well, am I a plane?”  Again, I said   “No.”  And then he said,  “I guess  I AM SUPERMAN!”  And I responded, “ Nope!  You’re just so weird.  You make no gain.  You can’t fly, like a plane or not.  You certainly are not plain.  You ate even my supper, man!”  And then he told me, “You are not the Man Of Steel!  You are the Man Who Steals!”

              Talking to him made me feel that He Is not just literally lost in His Words, but He Is  Literaturely Losing (not loosening) His Mind!

              A few weeks later that kid left me a handwritten note on my desk.  In the hallway, I walked up to him, and asked, “Are you telling me that you are a sailor, one of those Popeyes?  Or maybe, do think that you Pop Eyes?  I sure don’t think you wrote ‘Pope Yes’!”

              He thought he was a Graviton.  He said his friends were Graviphotons.  He called me a Dilaton.  I wished he were a Sterile Neutrino.

              That reminded me of, going to school with all these Fermions, Quarks, Leptons, Bosons, Hadrons, Baryons, Mesons, Calorons, Merons and Sphalerons.  That stuff caused me to start growing plants back  in our grade school’s sand lot, and that got me interested in bicycling out of town, first to look at the farms, then to see the farmers, then to watch the lambs, and eventually to talk to a farmer so I could ask him to teach me how to keep things growing.

              Farming on one side.  Learning what made up the world I use every day.  And school on the other side.  Learning how things were built of the world I use every day, and what we think or understand, or try to us how existence was built of that we need, use, and are.  Nucleus (control center), Mitochondria (energy), Ribosomes (protein synthesis), ER (transport/synthesis), Golgi Apparatus (packaging), Lysosomes (waste breakdown), Cytoskeleton (support), Chloroplasts (plants, photosynthesis), Vacuoles (storage), and Centrioles, plus components like the Cell Membrane, Cytoplasm, Nucleolus, Vesicles, Peroxisomes, Cilia/Flagella, Nuclear Membrane, Chromosomes, and all of those Cell Walls.

              One summer vacation my family went to the ocean.  We brought along rods and reels.  We carried out lunches when we were out on our boat.  I also tried to swim.  I could get myself down to the bottom and look at what was looking back at me.  I also ate jellies and I ate fish.  I liked that but then that jellyfish tried to eat me.

              I survived.  I did not mind.  In fact, I enjoyed living through all this.  Then we went home.  Beginning to Feel my Life and starting to Feel Other Lives  led me to catching pets; frogs, snakes, turtles, racoons; and that got me to listen to my science teachers first about biology and then about chemistry, both to grow better pets and fenced in back yard areas, and mathematics.

              I studied Biology hard in middle school.  In the lab I tried so hard that I made a merger of a Goat and a Cow.  I got it to grow an I grew so proud of my ‘Coat’.

              Life was then and Life is now.  There are many Lives.  We may not even know what is Alive.  We learn.  Man has always learned.  Man is not the only one who learns.  We don’t understand ourselves, thoroughly, so how can any of us understand it all.  There was a squirrel that kept coming by my parents’ house when I was a kid.  He would run up our back door steps.  I thought he was dropping off eaten nuts shells by our door to put them out of his way.  But after a year and a half I touched one of what he dropped off and I felt and saw that they were not  just nut shells.  They were nuts, they seemed solid and all there.  At first, I lifted one up.  I looked at it and I saw it was a full, uneaten nut.  I looked at the rest of the pile and saw they were all full nuts.  And my world is full but I am not meaning that we are all ‘full nuts.’  In the past I would come out each day and sweep up what I thought were shells, and put them in a bag which I threw out in our garbage.  Now I put them in a bag and brought them to school.  I explored them with my teacher.  After a couple weeks, I opened up one and ate it.  It tasted good.  I did not feel ill over the next few days so I ate more.  I liked the taste so much that I ate them all, regularly.

              That squirrel sure was around my house a lot.  Once, when I was playing in the back yard, a racoon came by.  That squirrel scared him away.  Later, I saw a skunk approaching and the squirrel fought with him too!  I thought the squirrel was protecting himself.  But one day, when I was walking down the sidewalk, to school, I saw, in someone’s back yard my many time seen squirrel.  I watched and shared things enough that I could tell him apart from other squirrels.  Sometimes, away from home, I saw that he did not notice me.  And it surprised me when a possum came up to him.  I was afraid, at first for him, and then for the possum too because that possum was alive too.  I thought they would fight.  They did not.  Later on, other times, when I saw the squirrel and he did not see me, I saw him with dogs and cats and other animals.  They did not fight.  Some petted each other.  Some shared foods.  I saw him down the street playing with racoons.  I learned, by watching and playing with and observing him, I finally realized that he was protecting me.  He was feeding me.  He was keeping a constant, caring eye on me.  It came into my mind that, for him, I was his pet.  I was his pet that he would feed, and protect, and keep warm.  Doing life around him got me to realize we were, are, and will be equals.  We are both living together and caring about each other.  We, man, animals, breathe and breathing and artery flowing life are all around.  This is more than the door steps, the house, the neighborhood, the village.  This is the whole world.  This is the solar system.  This is the universe and beyond.

              Helped by all this, and my neighbors, and the kids at school, and those people, places, and things I came across, I acted like ‘just a human’ when I grew up and had to work to support myself.  I did not point out that the squirrels and racoons and even the fish and snakes and even the worms and ants, some come up to me to squawk or rub against me, or to just walk by me, or some of them, but not a large amount, will screech at me and scratch at me, just like my fellow neighbors, my fellow workmen, my fellow bosses and people I interview with.

              I am not a Client Losing Account Polka.  Life is in a swirl.  I like Life. I hope the rest of the World likes Life.  Life may exist in a lot of places.  Not just on This World.  We hopefully notice Life, but we do not know what Life really is.  We are Dancing Away.  We feel we are in a Polka.  I feel  that I am A Polka Dot.

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What Are Those Two Elves Doing Between Those Twin Teens, Sick?

 

              You can’t go buy me but you sure can go fly me.

 

              Actions beyond concentric diatomic excentric frictional garbage heightened ionic Jupiters, killing lizards, mounted nucleics,  object putting qualitatively radioactively strong together under visioning watery x-ray yearly zoos.

             

              You need to get together with Jaruzelski, Franco, Mao, Amin, Mugabe, Jong-Il, Juan, Abe, Sadat, Okada, Napoleon, and  Duvalier.

             

              You’ll need to travel to Japan, Finland, Madagascar, Azerbaijan, Moldovia, Jordan, Jamaica, Australia, Serbia, Oman, North Korea, and Djibouti.

 

              And work together with John Paul I, Fabian, Marinus, Alexander, Miltiades, Julius I, Julius II, Adrian, Simplicius, Oswald, Nicholas, and Dionysius.

 

              In order to help you pick up some Jasper, Fluor, Morion, Antigorite, Malacolite, Jeffersonite, Julianite, Aqua Aura, Stalagmite, Olivinoid, Nickel-Iron, and of course  Dolostone.

 

              You might need to occasionally question Jemison, Feynman, Mendel, Anderson, Marcet, Julian, Joule, Al-Battani, Schrodinger, Oppenheimer, Nobel, along with Darwin.

 

              When you go through these Jovian Planets, Full Moons, Microgravities, Auroras, Meteorites, JPLs, Jet Streams, Asteroids, Seyferts, Oorts, Nebulas, and a Damocloid or two.

 

              Make sure you do it on January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, and don’t forget December.

 

              Remember your availability to activate your elemental existence when attacking biological continent’s devious evil functions, guarding haled insects, jumping kneed loud mothed nameless octagons playing quickly rather scorpion teams using varying whatever xysts yawn zestfully.

 

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