Think Kings Keep Teaching Us

 

              I looked at what’s coming our way and I saw an Ion Machine Flight, it was not a Fight, and definitely a Not Knotted Up Fright.  Do You Hear That Ed?  I constantly Wish I didn’t hear Ed.  And many times, I wish Ed was not here.  Anyway, we are on a flight from Ion to Ion.  And a flight from gray ickies to gravities.  We’ve got a comet to commit.  And it’s inhibited inhabitants are coming on to my muse.  Meteoric Mayhem.  And not one slight of Meteoric Lights.  Meat Me Mores, or Meteor might or might not be, and when those Meteors knock, you go first.  It is not just.  It also is not just muse.  It sure is Music.  And all of its Moos are Sick.  That group of Meteor Might Ores we picked up are Anti Aurora Boring Alice.

              My autonomic advisor said a rainbow of meteorites brightens our looks into many aurora bordelaises.  This horizon tells you to Look to the right and Lock up those in back of me.  Magnetism is the Magic of our Cycilion Clipex.

              I got so ferriumed up and said “My Damned Butt Sure Flies.  All those Flies and Fleas and Fleets of Skeets sure stock our Mosquitoes.”

              And this became the first time he acknowledged my existence and asked me, “Mosquitoes?   I See Moe’s Got You Too!”

              I replied, “I know you sure are Icy.”

              He told me “Here’s Proof.”

              And I said, “You are wrong.  You sure are Her Spoof.”

              That caused me to quit my job and begin reading words and watching TV and listening to songs, words or music or both are all there being interpreted individually, in different and unique ways, by my mind in by the chemical, electrical, mind running ways which we each have in their own convection to  interpret what we hear and see and feel.  Commitments and comments to incoming words and imaginings about their connections to sights and sounds and heats and directions.  Ways and ways of interpreting gives us words in my mind, your mind, our minds with their different ways of interpreting things.  Are We Down the Aisle or Do We Down the Island?

              I started looking for Fe+, Mg+, and Si+.  All I could see were Orionids (Halley's Comet debris) and that Beta Taurids.

              You told me these are just a giant bugs nest with 2 chargers and a meteor drops on my head while I am carrying most of the steam’s samples.

              I am now learning that these environmental outcrops are being more available and not good for the bunkers.  That density of the rock fall is too much imo. I tell you, if you look up you can sort of find the clear areas, but if you look up you can also get yeeted by a charger or acid spitter.

              You then corrected me, “A volcano is easier to dodge than dozens of rocks falling from the sky.  Your world is not full of Idols or Ideals.  And us people!  No, we are not Idles!  And You Just Squeal!”

              I said, “So I appear that I’m full of Gold.”

              And you shouted,  “No! You are full of Fools Gold!”

              I said, “Quit calling me an Iron Pyrite.”

              You told me “You sure are the Pirate.”

              And I responded, “You are just Ironic.”

              You complained to me, “Are You A Carmal Sleuth or just a Common Shooter?”

              And I asked you, “Who Should I Shoot?”

              You answered, “Do what you want.  You always do what you want!  You Shoot Booter!”

              I asked, “So you want me to Shoot Me?”

              I was replied to, “You sure are a Ginger Ninety-Nine!”

              That caused me to ask, “Are you a Space Robot?”

              And you told me, “You keep saying that I’m made of AI and We are not all of the Same.”

              So, I corresponded, “We can all see that You sure are not All of the Sane!”

              You commanded me, “We Three Kinds of Ornaments Are!”

              And I said, “I wish there was some way of Crushing you in our Muffin Jar!”

              You worded to me, “It is I jar up in the jelly because the jello makes me stink.  You stink a lot in school.  But you never think in school.  You only think you are cool in school.  You are as cool as jello.  And you are a fool like your fellows.”

              I really had to say, “Sweet potatoes, beat potatoes, tossed in garbage bags.  You bag them all you Badoglian Doll Brain.  Magic is as Magic does.  And Magnets like you cause lots of dust.   You lost all around.  I wish you were never around.  Stinging in the rain, what a wonderful pain, as long as I am happy, I am happy with my rein.  You sure are not a rein dear, you are just a stained deer. Or what that deer stained with.”

              After we settled down you tried to sound nice and asked, “ Would you like some water?”

              I humbled and answered, “I’ll have whatever.”

              The School Commander said, “You both are no watt evers.”

              I said to you, “Do we even exist or should we try to exit?”

              You whispered to me, “Nope, he always tries to excite!”

              I whispered back, “Is there a way we could escape?”

              You replied, “No, we will always be in an ex-cave.”

              I smirked,  “He’ll keep thinking he is wearing his cape.”

              You agreed, “He sure does swear like an ape.”

              That is our school life.  Magnets filling our waves with sub-atomic ions count how much a manmade statue has compared to the night time structure which repels radioactive scents pulsing each other.

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