This is The Photon And The Dog; they
are temporarily calling themselves ‘The Motion And The Clog.’ This is temporarily because their tempers are airily causing their own temptations which each one otter
owes each other, in reality they want to do a solo and instead what they are
doing is so low.
The Photon tells his partner, “You
claim you are overcoming stupidness.
But you are overcome by stupidness!
Stupidity is the stew for you.
You make us all stoop into it every day.”
To which The Dog responded with, “This
moment of negatively, thanks to your charged subatomic particles, dictates us
all the phenomena from atomic stability to some sort of electricity and a few
different magnetisms. You tuned your
nucleus into electrons and your select bonds into protons so you can have your
negativity charge at me, calling me your
inferior. Boy, your negative charges
sure identify you.”
They just continued oscillating
electric and magnetic fields while their traveling across earth felt like waves
through space at the speed of light, c ≈ 3 × 10⁸ m/s. They unknowingly do Ostentation things to
elections which mystifies free loaders unravelling as woofs through their diner
plates.
The Photon then told The Dog, “Your continual
attempts to do the movement of particles keeps dictating those states of
matter, temperature, and chemical reactions. In solvents, atoms vibrate like forced
lattices; your liquids seem to flow as we slide past each other. I have to keep putting up with your gases, as
you think you moved rapidly, cast iron pressure thinks like your collisions. This fondu moments of your partial existence
ingresses your mature temperaments with your cynical rejections in your various
so lates and guesses that make you lose rapidly.”
The Dog just snarled, “You keep on
with your irritating clogging, flaring
plant boots, which you think are firm, but are only biofilm, as your ministerial
buildup obstructs water lines and drainage.
Interior Flogging plants boots and miniature minds in our obstructed
wasted lives. And there is no drainage in our brains ages.”
That’s when surrounding radio
frequencies congested some jam things, so
clear with wireless frequencies and subsequent overwhelmings by incompetent
signals with their blocked side physical barriers. Carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen are used by both
of them frequently for congesting these jams as they think their bodies begat and began from crated moss philosophy
barriers, calling themselves fat by some people.
The Photon shouted, “Slight glass is
bubbling or completely, my fellow fright.
You do this till the system likes less mouse hair or has an internal smock
age. My sight is caused by my mind’s
baubling as a weed stem and I think I am called Minister but I am really called
missed it all.”
This caused The Dog to whimper,
“Fifty-two slates in this Onion. How do
you mole fools skate wearing this lotion, or do you just want to clog our
reunion? If so, my Iron will meet your
frequency and, walla, the sight of this slight of us is in prison of that
prism. You claim your eye restated the
smog in the sky but that ice where you skate still flies, or are those your
flees that fly you full of lies? And
that certainly is ‘My Will.’”
The Photon just snarled out loud, or
out like a lout, “We’ve got to remember to Spy in our Eyes. Or is
that Ice? Remember, We don’t want to be
dyed but We also don’t want to be a board at all, no matter how tall, and no
matter if we are matter or made of matter, or splatter or not. You call me boring and you are just snoring
and you are not just at all.”
The Dog then said proudly to react
to The Photon’s ‘Loudly’, “ Think about it, If you can think. I also have water and oxygen and sea
plants. I have to keep making this
floating water ponds on some sort of and some sore tough meteor.”
The Photon answered, “So then, my
air will keep in a bubble around the
meteor that grows under your control instead of me using my living space that I
am working on your grows.”
The Photon thinks he’s making, which
to himself is ‘allowing’ the world and planets and people and oysters do the
Motions of which they want. He cannot
see their emotions, and he thinks, ‘I’m Ocean’ in which everyone lives. The Dog does his normal, non changing stuff,
causing Clogs. For him that is ‘Normal’
but no one who ever attempts or mistakes or by odd chance notices him, no one
thinks him being ‘Normal’ for himself is ‘Not Normal’ for anyone or
anything. And they sure think he is a
‘Thing.’ And they wish they did not have to think about him.
And life went on with Rigs to grow
more Toes. Including Pigs that will
make more Poses. They both are the ones
they possess. They both keep claiming to
be a Pro, and they sure are way less.
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