Electron Or Knot, Hue Are Entering Our Bus

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 14, Planet 51                             

51st Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

               “You’re harsh radiation from Your Stars strips Electrons this way, that way, any way, I wish it were far faraway.  You are boarding on for a trip to  create an invisible, highly active sea of charged particles. 

            “We will be dropping you off at Hycean Planets whose deep nebula are joined with

Orion, that stellar nursery, where they work on photographysics with your churning, glowing nebulas of gases, various gases and then some.

            “Some of you call yourselves Super-Earth, but you have no continents caused by scientists who went to Mass with their made up  early thirty percent purchased water.

               “I am Ralph Kramden, the Diverse Driver of this Space Star Bus.  I am a caring driver.  I drive from moon to moon and no body cares but me.  But you have to remember that , ‘This is  a Universe.’ I don’t want you uncomfortable with each other, and definitely don’t feel adverse about me.  You verse here, I am not fierce there, I’m a force, my friend and working partner, Ed, is a force, and we are forced by our wives, Alice and Trixie, who follow us, physically and physicsly but not necessarily emotionally, here and there, so hear me all and don’t act beware.

               “Come up the stairs or  ride the escalator, I hope you can continue in our dimension with me and dim big Ed, which is not a demon detonation, but dimes are okay, Welcome Aboard.”

               Ed Norton then said to Ralph, "Me and my silly pride. I promise you this, with all these Northern Stars and Northern Lights, I'm gonna learn how to Solar an Array while you are in this Solar System."

            Ralph replied, "Well, that Soyuz ought not to be too hard. Ed, you've learned how to spacewalk everywhere else."

               Which caused Ed to complain,” Ralph, I have, I have —I've got an explanation. A perfect one. I've got a Dwarf. Not a run-of-the-mill Dwarf, not the world's Dwarf.  Not even the Universe’s Dwarf.  In another verse.  I’ve got a Dwarf Planet."

            Ralph then growled, “Ed.  Don’t expect me to believe you.  You don’t have Dwarf Plans.  You cannot Plan Yet Anything!”

            High-energy particles who called themselves ‘Cosmic Rays’ but Alice called them ‘Comic Rats’ boarded and sat themselves. Trixie said that they think they are mostly fast-moving protons (a type of ion) and heavy atomic nuclei.

            Ralph told Ed, "You have to make certain that their lead exhausted nowhere in this Universe of  Snakes, and you know what they're gonna find when they are locked in here? Payments!  Payments!"

            Mr. Gravity said to Ralph, "Look, why don't you shoot us up into there? You space flying every comet crazy."

            Ralph replied "I'm not driving any space chunk into radiation. You're just jealous... Because you know that at this time tomorrow night, my asteroid will be on the front night sky of every new orbital in the collapsable Saturn Rings."

            Gravity pulled on him with "Well, so will meteorites! Force chillin' you!"

            Ralph reacted with, “Zero Anticipation Interesting.  Zero Intelligence of any Kin!  And your Kin are not Kind!   And I see, sea, and sneeze that you, you more than sometime, have no mind.  See Hell or Space Sea Guts All!”

            Ed then tapped Ralph’s shoulder and said, “In these  Matters between universes, in their own weirds, they are such immoral bards. Solar Booms!  There claim they are three times in a Melipal's life when he wants to be absolute: one, when he's communing with his Taurus; two, when he's being tender with William Gilbert; and three, when he's in the isolation Botein on The $64,000 Space Ride."

            From Alice, after she watches Ralph talking to Gravity, “YOU...ARE A BLUESHIFT!!!!!! A BLAAAAAAZAAAAR!!!!!!! YOU!!! BIIIIIG BAAAANG!!!!!”

            Which caused Ralph to react, “One of these dark nebulas... One of these dopplers... they keep shuttling this Fizeau up.   PATERA! Right in the Kelvin!  Himalia-himalia-himalia-himalia.”

            And Trixie smirkingly added, “A Telesto house?  A Callipus house?  A Black Hole Whole House! How’s that  hole going to a dimension? “

            They were told lies by  a white dwarf star about his earthlike planet with oceans whose clouds are seen in space.

            The bus had been Orbiting another star for their passengers to vacation life.

Entering from Lagoon Nebula came young, massive stars with teachers illuminating the gas and dust surrounding them. These younglings blast last.  Blast best.  Or blast their vest.

            Alice then said to Ralph, “I don't wanna look at that Io Taurus, that Saros, that Scalar, and definitely not these four Wolff Rayets. I wanna look at Lidar!  That gives all of us, even then, information on atmospheric winds on Earth!  Our Earth!”

            Ed then butted in, “Hey, Ralphie boy!  In The Globule, it is teaching us how to play Galaxy.   First, you scintillate up and address the barometer. To the galaxy barometer, “Hello, Belinda!  Like we say in the seawinds: ‘Tectonic and twinkling wait for no Magnetar.’"

            While the bus was traveling, Erythrulose, a four-carbon sugar, was found in a galactic molecular cloud, marking the first confirmed detection of a sugar in interstellar space.

It appears at least eight times more abundant than smaller three-carbon sugars, defying prevailing theories of stepwise carbon addition in space chemistry.  Trixie then told Ed to say, “

Ed Norton said we will transport 50 million tons  so they could have arrived on early Earth, offering a plausible extraterrestrial source for prebiotic chemistry.”

            This caused Ralph to say good bye to his leaving customers, so he could go onto another universe, “Blasts of hot stream of ions and electrons into space some people call the solar wind.

Ions are the builders of the universe. In cold, dark gas clouds, radiation from distant stars knocks electrons off neutral molecules to form positively charged ions. These ions react easily with other particles. Think of them like magnets that quickly snap together to form complex molecules like water and sugars.”

            Ed then said, “Hurry up.  We want to be on our way, not in your way!”

 

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Life Is Lighted With A Superlative Surrounding

 

                        You’re a hot Monkey

                        You always think you’re right

                        It doesn’t matter

                        Who you kill or fright

                        Just cheat it

                        Just cheat it

                        Everyone knows you’re a freak it

 

 

                        Just keep on drinking

                        Your life’s full of booze

                        You think that your famous

                        What all you do is snooze

                        Delete it

                        Delete it

                        You live just like a Cheap Chimpanzee Kit

 

            I wanted to know, “Do you know somebody?”

            And you just yelled at me, “No! I always ‘NO!’ anybody.”

            And, as usual, I realized that you’re all washed up, just like any sunken boaty.  Come on and realize, “Boat of you are way under!”  And I know, “Well, Wet do you want me to do?”  As usual, you just go like any GOATY!  You sure are all Wet, but you are also in a Well, grabbing wishing coins, and it is not any Well, you’re in the Sewer.  Sewer this and Sewer that.  That’s your whole life! As you keep making holes in my life!

            Didn’t you see that Mike Johnson said Congress must address birthright citizenship after another SCOTUS loss?  Boy, Politics sure are storming around the World Cup.  And that’s causing seven continents to start drifting toward each other – I wish the scientists would warn us that it’s accelerating!

            Again, you are burying me.  And how could   you start to bury me when you keep telling yourself that I was never alive.  You buried me here.  You buried me there.  All around me is no casket but a bunch of rocks.  And I see what those rocks that you love and use are made of.  You love using Gunpowder.  You surround to greet me with Potassium Nitrate, which is also called saltpeter or saltpetre.  You get this for seventy five percent of our communication  from the crust of limestone caves.  You love giving me bat poo poo.  You also use it now  for your food preservation in your cured meats.  Spice shops sell it.  And you’re the one that needs the cure.  If you cared about life, you definitely would not add in that fifteen percent Charcoal.  And what you do always smells and though you use on me ten percent sulfur, you smell even more than what you use to kill me.

            You are not the only one alive on this Earth.  For millions of years, Earth's continents have been slowly drifting across the planet,  And thanks to people live you, your beliefs are heading us toward another massive collision.  And that is not just the U.S. but it is all of us.

You are on your altar thinking you are marrying climate, but you keep using your triggers with hope, words, and deeds to environmental rages on a global scale.

            If you super fools stay so  corrupt, wasn’t that one of the  practices we constantly see causing all sorts of damnifications on Earth, such as a much larger inner sore than we had before.  All forced ever the failure of Earth which is magnified in your field. Because those things haven’t happened, sentiment believes the core originally killed at no more than about two hundred and fifty percent bellowing our melting point, as opposed to rapidly super hating at more than eight thousand percent when your finger points.

            By redestructing the movement which Earth’s made over the last 70 million people, researchers have discovered that our grave holes are deepened significantly just as your Antarctic Soul was freezing over — a confidence that suggests the churning deep Earth may have been the invisible hand that encouraged the death of the planet’s living, caring beings.

            Where our lives got most of  our waste is by not allowing debate of anything we disagree about, but a new study suggests that the lamest largest reservoir of heck on earth is not the notion, but in store for us. In any store.  In all stores.   Using a demonic anvil cell, scientists subjected a sample of iron enslaved in a hydrogen-infused silicate blast to kill our temperatures and preserve us to feel like we are in Earth’s core.  That’s your score.  And I am sore.  As over you soar.  You sure are sour.  We were  founded by hate and gin.  You are constantly bonded to poison sum ached with exploding oxygen, making our hydrogen like makeup everyone wears from heaven to hell dents in  the  falseness of your so-called mass.

            You bring on the Coppers as you slice with your urine as you rant with uranium.  You are a  largely liar with your 260-million-year-old broken pie plates within the Redwall Limestone

extruding that igneous rock like that ribosore dinosaur which gave you Grand Fannie a Yellowstone Lark with its bright colors.   Obesity is what you call me with your  shiny volcanic lungs and welded tuffs foaming from ancient superb-eruptions.

            I have to live with a crust, crust here, and a primary  silicate there,  like pyroxene and olivine, alongside plagioclase feldspar. You and all your friends think your lives will be billions of years of water-based weathering.   Wait.  Wait!  You Glutamate.  You are the most common excitatory neurotransmitter, vital for incognition, leaping, and memory loss with your Gamma-Aminobutyric Acid.  You are our The primary school inhibiting neurotransmitting so that perverts over-excitabate.  We need help to control your anxiousness and morbid activity. Drop your mind so life can control forward, reverse and demotivation, and complex snotty bowel movements full of Serotonin with your regular moods. You keep patterns of anxiety in your appetite for our lives.

            Are  You Patriotic or A Pet Riot Tick?   Tick.  Tick.  Tick.  That’s knot a trick.  Freaking Genius or Free King Genocide?  Put your Geology aside.  Is my Vote Vetoed or has my Boat been Towed?  Your Goat’s Bean Toed!  You caused me to go  through all this and then I ate a rosette stone. And, you know what?  My mind told me that I gained gunshot protection around my stomach.  I am so proud that I am a super stomach ache to you.  Ever where, there are two of you and no one of me.  I keep getting told that I’ve been sold, but life has flowed and nothing’s glowed.  Gold is just a rock in the earth and my life is just there and there is no justice.

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Life On Earth or Lies In The Dirt

 

            When I read your mind, love, I am afraid of how my thoughts would spin.  I am a neutral human and you are naturally inhumane.  You bit my arm and your jaws won.  My paws made you pause.  I didn’t want to wonder about that.  I just want to wander some place.  In molecules or space.  I want to be a space cadet but I am still being erased by you yet.  I need to be in a still.  I am only in a stall.  And I will be away and that is all.

            Then some guy from the village hall told us, “Either of Youse guise sure knows a lot or  Youse sure Nose Up Snot!  You keep telling everyone ‘No!’ You constantly make this  such a plot.  Everyone all around should keep trying to put you in your own plot.  To Me You Are Like Ether, Eager Resilience, resilience, rescience, or resident.  What did you now just vent?  Not, what did you dent?!  That’s knot what I meant!  That’s only what you all have spent.  I have suspenders. You are suspecters.  No, you are suspected!”

            That made you look mad and yell at me, “Cubadors, Cue Your bores, Commodores, Commanders, or Calm You Dorks, you’re just a bunch of Pork, and no, you, oh you sure ain’t ‘Just.’  There is no Justice, you always make my life, Just Ice, and you are a Juice Vice.”

            I responded with, “Guillotine, your machine, when ever you see my neck, I just get chop chop chopped.  My head’s always your new mop.  Boy, thanks to you, my life sure goes flop.  I not even allowed to sing, ‘Doo Dop, Doo Dop, Doo Dop.’ And you keep enjoying your crop as I sure go plop.”

            So, you reacted to me with, “You’re the one who causes life to be Ice and dose cream on my existence when you constantly cram my mouth.  ‘Outh!  Outh!  Outh of There!’  If you cared that’d be rare.”

            A neighbor then pointed out, “Both of you keep Blundering folks with slight binges.  Like a couple of burry hairy fight things.  One of you goes, ‘Call Me Leo, Mop Up My Steep Hole!’  while your girlfriend says, ‘ Altitude Moe.  Just let me go!’” 

            And the village person told us all, “You keep Gunning up to goon me.  Like all others, you keep running up to ruin me.  It’s like when my brother punched me up to buffoon me.  But I’m still alive so you have to moon me!”

            We all reacted to the village with:

                        “Body Warmth,

                          Body Warmth,

                          Body Warmth,

                          Body Warmth.

                          You won’t ever have to Cremate USA, or is that us because

                          You Burn Up Ourselves.”

            My girlfriend then smilingly said, “I know what I produce is garbage but I enjoy doing it and you enjoy hating me.  I hear you say you worked your whole life and you call my life a hole and even though I pay for your living and enjoyments in your life you claim that I never worked.”

            That caused me to ask her, “Are you a comet medium or a constellational medium?  Do you shine in the sky or scintillate over the sea moon?  My arms are your Abell Cluster.  Can’t we just walk with each other instead of calling the police because one of us does not like what we think the other one thinks!”

            Life with her then went on without the combination of how radioactive Moon Rocks were and how little anyone really chewed them. "First of all, how wells were full of them," the space ghost in my mind said of those we keep poking at for about thirty-seven times. "Nobody had a bad art to build clay around Arial Electrons. And it was always the same thing: how much of a space guy they were, how production fell apart, yet at the prism of different times, how they really never felt they flew over earth very well, because that was a very private prison."

            It grew into my mind that now, the stalactites are the tights on my thighs.  “Thy yes and lie no!”  Take the humanity and move to the side!  I can’t take that but don’t show me that you are alive.

            And the village commandant said, “ That slider from Jupiter had jumped now from Saturn and sat down on his own Moon.  Boy, do you hear him Mooning all over the place!  Or is that all  over the Space?”

            To which my girlfriend said, “Punch, Punch here.  That Punch is not Rare.  Hear a Punch? There’s a bunch.  Ever swear I am a punch skunk. Proof Puke here.  On the roof there.  He’s a Dare.  Every stare.  Gotta be a glared blare.  You claim to be Iconic but you are sure Ironic.”

            Our village commander replied with, “If you are putting up with your selves  own feeling possessive then you’d better putt it away from your life’s sand trap.  Witch is not rare.  Is that your own hearts or your owed hearts?  How many times have you seconded away, theirs’d hour do you fluff flower?  Do you really realize that your life’s reel is full of lies?  And you are just some grizzly’s meal.  Look in his eyes.  Eye! Eye! Captain!”

            I just sighed with, “There's no getting around the fact that our ape-life is an ionic earth neighbor show. All those Arctic Meteorites  and Jeweled  Space Roasted vandals depict a stitched up venison of the Aurora Borealis life in Mars to Jupiter rings, pounding out your coast with Jackson Mississippi, Ecliptical  Moons, and Magnetic Spines.”

            My girlfriend then told me, “Sometimes you’re called ‘A Nut.’  Sometimes ‘A Goat.’  Everybody does Cuss.  That’s our Cemetery ground’s quote.  We should just be a Little Big Con, in the state forest.  Bear foot mountain that a way.  In our way.  Life is not ‘away.’”

            I agreed.  “Mule Sack, Mule Sack, on the floor.  Messed it up and skid some more.  So, we do it like a bore.  We hid some swears and messed with sores.  Our dramas will keep scolding us with that ‘Radium Duck!’”

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