Dorsum Bridges and Astral Flares

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 14, Planet 53                       

53nd Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

            “Welcome you vast energy fields and areas dominated by extreme physical processes.

, or are you some with half-lives of only a few yeahs? Anyway, who flew to and  formed, or someone coagulated you for your visual jet streams pretending to be volcanic steam? 

            “I drove all on my own to pick you up in this Dwarf Galaxy.  And to me it is sure a Warped Galaxy.  But we are all Warped so you won’t know it.  We will go for miles and miles so I want you to keep your smiles and smiles.  And there sure will be a lot of piles, so be careful with your biles.

            “We are aiming for the Red Spider Nebula, which some of you call the Redd Fox Nebula.  I refer to it as the Ralph Siders Nebula.  Neber here and Neber Hair.  I keep us going everywhere.  Where we land is The Ralph Sider Nebula.

            “Along the way you will be able to view the Cat’s Paw Nebula, and if we really pause, you will see Ed’s Pa’s Nebula.

            “Oh, and in a few hours, we will  make a stop in the Lobster Nebula.  I like going there for Lunch.  And now we are ready to Launch.

            “I am Ralph Kramden, for many years I’ve been one of the Drivers of these Space Star Buses.  I am an experienced driver.  I sure know how to drive.  I transported many from moon to galaxies and sometimes to outgoing space.  I am asked to tell you that , ‘This is  a Universe.’ I don’t want you to be mercurical with each other, and definitely don’t feel those auroras about me.  You have your gravities here, I am not a cavity extraction there, I’ll be a grave, along with my friend and working partner, Ed.  He sure is a farce and he thinks he is a force, and we are forced by our wives, Alice and Trixie, who we can’t get away from, aronomically and astrologically but not necessarily  moon beams, here and there, so hear me all and don’t act beware.

            “Come up the stairs or  ride the changing dementions, I hope you can continue in our diameters with me and my sometimes thinking Ed, which is not a space station, but he asteroids  that ‘We are okay’, Welcome Aboard.”

            Ed cleaned the bathrooms as Ralph put his foot on the gas pedal while vast energy fields and areas dominated by extreme physical processes, some with half-lives of only a few yeahs, boreded and took their seats.   Electromagnetic Radiation along with his buddies,    Location,  Anomalous Composition, Radioactive Isotopes, and their children, spectrums, indicators, short-lived radioactive actinides and their friends who they like: Actinium, Promethium, Neptunium, Plutonium, Americium, Curium, Berkelium, Californium, and, of course, Einsteinium, took their seats and readied for an enjoyable ride.

            Przybylski's Star and her friend,  HD 101065, boarding at a rapidly oscillating Ap star for some roughly 356 light-years, or is that 109 parsecs from the Sun in the southern constellation of Centaurus, sat with the rest of the passengers. They claim they are unusual chemically peculiar stars with some sort of unique spectrum showing over-abundances of most rare-earth elements, as usual, with under-abundances of more common elements such as iron, and they asked Alice, “Is  your husband still working? We sure would like to see an improvement.”

            Which caused Ralph Kramden to say to Alice, “Whatever happened to the sweet unspoiled girl I married before? Whatever happened to that girl, Alice? You remember what you said to me before we got married? ‘Ralph, I'd be happy to rotate around  a nuclear fusion reaction with you.’”

            Alice Kramden then said,  “I'm still iron-titanium oxide. I think it'd be an improvement.”                                                                                                                                                          Ralph did his usual, “Do you wanna go to the moon? Do you wanna go to the moon?”

            Alice did her usual too “That would be an improvement, too.”

            Ed Norton then said to the Six C Thirteens, the Six C Fourteens, and the other Six C Isotopes, “I, Edward Norton, Ranger Third Class in the Captain Video Ranger Academy, do solemnly pledge to obey my mommy and daddy, to be kind to dumb animals and old ladies in and out of space, not to tease my little brothers and sisters and to brush my teeth twice a day and drink milk after every meal.  But your different mass numbers are Uranium Two Three Five!”

            Trixie told Ed, “You may be thinking that we are picking up Common Elements at the Przybylski’s Bar for a trip to the Isotope Berkelium Californium. But picking up paid visitors from neutrino isotopes and taking them to elemental carbon uraniums sure are Carbon, atomic number 6s.”

            Alice asked, “Can we turn on the Radio Carbon so our passengers listen to and obey Graphite and of course, Fullerene?”

            Ed told Alice, “Here are the places to pick up and deliver to that our owners told us.  Stay within or with the stars.  Don’t confuse fusion with fusion of hydrogen into helium.  I may not have understood him over the radio.  The broadcast was transmuted with matter that was released into interstellar space.  He called me either Olivia or Olivine and sometimes Pyroxene.  He said ‘Don’t break the law.  You’ve had enough Coppers along with your lead, zinc, nickel, molybdenum, silver, arsenic, antimony, bismuth, cobalt, and mercury.’”

            Then Ralph gestured to Alice, with his fist, “ Gamms-Ray Burst!”

            Which caused Alice to say,  “You're gonna get Double Atar yours!”

            To Alice at the end of many breathing sounds,  “Baby, you're the Bosellino. You UBV!”

            Alice reacted, “So you’re saying that ‘I've got a BIG ELECTRO MAGNETIC RADIATION!’”

            And Ralph reacted, “BANG, ZOOM! To the moon, Alice!  Vast energy fields and areas dominated by extreme physical processes.  Or is that Physics Obsessions?”

            Somewhere, there's a strait asteroid belt waitin' for that landing.  A mere bag of stellar waste. Poles and Nanometre, Neutrinos and perigees. It's a heliosphere man that gravitates.

You're a riot, Alice! A regular riot!”

            At the end of the drive, Ralph got either Insulted or Assaulted or was he In Salt Ed.

 

            Because Norton said, “Ralph, I smell your Mars Farts!”

            Kramden replied, “Ed, well, your Farts sure ain’t smart to me!”

            That’s when a group of riders sang:

                                    “Pooh Me,

                                      Pooh Me,

                                      Pooh.”

 

            That made Ed say, “See, we all Pooh.”

            To which Ralph said, “I don’t want to see anyone’s Pooh.  Or watch anyone Pooh.”

            Causing one of the riders to say, “Well, We all Pooh Relax Ticks.”

            And Ralph asked, “Is that your method?”

            Smiling, Ed answered, “No.  It’s just our Mess.”

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Watch Your Marks and Wash Your Mars

 

            I walked into the General Parts Store and after a salute a worker said to me:

                                    “Mars Bars.  What do you drink?”

            And he kept going on:

                                    “Mars Cars.  How far do you drive?”

                                    “Mars Wars.  Who do you fight?  Or do you just fright?”

                                    “Mars Fars.  Do you want Miles or Kilometers or Light Lengths?”

                                    “Mars Lars.  Or are you just more Liars?”

            This got me to ask, “Do You have Pink Eyes or am I just one of your Pin Guys?

This sure is not Just to me!  Outside of the injustice, I’ve heard you do this to other people too.  You treat us like a herd.”

            Now, Mars has a size of about half the diameter of Earth.  You think it is distant from you.  I wish you were not  average and I wish you were 142 million miles, that is 228 million kilometers from myself.  Along with this delay, the  dialect is:  ‘One Martian day (called a sol) lasts 24 hours and 37 minutes.’  I don’t care who you are, but you lengthen are conversation by an ear strength. One Martian year takes 687 Earth days.  And you sure Moon us all.  Your two small, potato-shaped moons named Phobos and Deimos.

            And for the question, how far did I drive, “ My closest approach was about 34 million miles, which some creatures call, 54.6 million kilometers, which is done when the planets line up on the same side of the Sun.  And not the Sun’s son.  It smells when the Fartest distance is about 250 million miles, witch otters call 401 million kilometers, when the blankets sit on opposite sides of the Sun.  I don’t get a good grade, but at least I usually get an Average Grade so my own distance is about 140 million miles, causing you to tell me about 225 million kilometers.”

            And in these Mars Wars, “Mars is called a ‘dead planet’ because We All lost your global magnetic fields, fields of dreams, because there were atmospheric inactive surface geology billions of fears ago.  Do you think air? Your current Martian air is sure rough.  I lost weight and am 100 times thinner than on Earth.  I drank mostly carbon and a slight bit of oxygen.  I want no liquid water.  My own water, with it’s little air pressure or warmth, makes the surface water evaporate into space so you can wear your dozen  polar or solar caps.  Life sure has harsh conditions. The sugar averages -60 °C (-80 °F) and is constantly blasted by molar degradations.

            If you’re in a Mars Bar, what are you drinking, or even thinking, you thin king?  An American Milky Way bar is nearly identical in alcohol and taste to an international, drank in  UK, causing you to be peing in other Mars Bars.  They claim they drink both feature milk chocolate, nougat, and caramel.  The U.S. Milky Way congests all of a malt-flavored beer mugs covered with a layer of caramel, and a milk chocolate coating. International Mars Bars using Canada Dry Ginger Ales and Aurora Beer Barel holders claiming they are of a soft nougat center, a caramel layer, and a milk chocolate coating, though the nougat is slightly less malted and the caramel is a bit firmer than the U.S. Milky Way.  Relational Naming Cross Up  U.S. Milky Way into International Mars Bars and U.S.  Music Singers into Milky Way alcoholic only, no poppy dopes.

            My atoms here are very thin.  The maid cleans  mostly with carbon dioxide.   My temptations make her bitterly cold to me.  I am bragging from 153 miles away. I’ve got hand marks from gnomes who said they were Hand Mars in the Aurora Olympics.   Monsters, the tallest volcanos in the solar system, and Valles Marineris, a massive canyon system, sure join us.

            I am a bigger person than you.  You, you, you small size and smell size.  Your Mars is smaller than Earth.  So, your inferiority fooled clowns very fast.  You have the loss of projectors. You fooling four shut down this and any planet's magic yields.  Or majestic nations about 4 billion years ago.  Out in your cold, polar wind sure is  without an embodied field.  High-Cost particles with all  that fun sold minds of those who strip awake those chick astro beers.

            You still lie yet as you are Quite inferior.  Most of the laughing noses and Heck Tonic bowel movements on Mars pooped over 3 billion years ago.  Indecent findings of vile modern date shows has Mars as not completely inactive—such as mars snakes or funny recent prolific dents—the people lack the active bicycling systems who like plate foods that keep Earth dynamic and strife-friendly.

            Your Life Time Travels need  a vodka drink or dark beer takes between 3 and 22 minutes to travel between your mouth and the urinal, depending on their positions with you averaging about 13 minutes.   Bathroom travel time as you trip over dirt, mud, and dust  usually faking about 6 to 9 months every half of a year.

            You liars are habitual and social liars which often cause poop when they realize the damage dishonesty they love in their relationships. Computer and artificial intelligence liars find it  much easier to keep because lying as an ingrained reflex or a way to cope with shame, trauma, or anxiety.  Most Marsers do redo greed that chronic liars rarely stop on their own without recognizing their behavior and seeking treatment.  Why do you Liars never Stop?

Self Greatness: The person can’t admit they have a problem and want to change.   Paying for Therapy sure is their Cognitive behavioral therapy to help unpack toilet tissues because they like low self-esteem and blast trauma.  Accountability: Supports silliness and clear boundaries from loved ones encourage dishonesty.

            Mars Wars testified immortal death trolls with accordions to prehistorical data.  Where is your War Lar? Lars are claimed to be  Low Antena  Reselling Syndrome (LARS): A collection of bowel dysfunction symptoms.  Such pungency comes from your frequent stools, with clusters, and busters—that can happen after rectal cosmetic surgery or radium therapy. It is comically evaluated using a 5-question LARS Score and managed via drying pelvises on the floor.

             Name who you Swapped with.   If you flew through the Milky Way from the U.S., you are getting the equal bills from some Mars bar abroad. If you spy the Milky Way from your telescope in the UK or Australia, you have no camel and is pimple coated from a U.S. 3 Mouses.

 The usual Mars Bar sells  glasses of American beers, not bares historically called nut rats, awful, and all drunk. It was discontented in the meteors and largely evolved into snickers from your fellow drinkers. You can still find imported international Mars beers in select space specialty and  exporting space ships.

            The most common causes of your pink eye from jugs of Irish Whiskey include a pink or red color in the white of the eye, eye discharge, and an itchy or gritty feeling.  Common Grins and Symptoms Headness: The white part of one or both eyes looks pink or red.  Your boss discharged because of alcoholic fluid coming to your work place from Amazon and other deliverers. You now have rusty Eyelashes or eyelids sick together, even in the morning.

 You are Irrational.  Life feels like dirt or someone  stuck something into your eye. Every day is Itching and Burning.   Ice feels itchy, imitated, or needs to be mourned.  We keep smelling your puppy which gives us  swollen eyelids.

            Simply buy cost Viral thick, yellow or green pus and matted eyelids upon waking. It also spreads easily.  Aliens usually affect both mice and men at the same time with intense itching, heavy tearing, and puffiness, but they want to be spread to others.

If you suspect you are a Pin Spy, tell me if you cause severe eye pain, blurry vision, or extreme light sensitivity, and you avoided a so called doctor's visit.

            Did you just remind me to rewind? Or did you rewind me to remind?  Do you just read my mind?  There is nothing just when you think you are reading my mind.

                                    Remind me to rewind.

                                    Rewind me to Rewind.

                                    Read minds.  Me?

                                    Red Wines, Weee!

                                    Head Vine, see.

                                    A barrel of fun.

                                    A bare elf of ton.

                                    A bar left undone.

                                    What did you do there?

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My Shell On The Shelf Gets Petted By His Help

 

            I woke up to my first day, this spring, digging up out of the ground where I avoided freezing cold and snow coverings.  My blood was slow, as usual, during winter, and my breathing was not much as it is every winter.  The sun  hitting the ground where my eyes were closed warmed my shell and, even though my biology slowed down starting in the fall, I turned my head hungrily causing me to automatically crunch at some good smelling ants which I non thinkingly pushed dried leaves away from my nose so I could eat them.

            I yawned and got my mind working again while singing my humanly enjoyable song,                           “Scar Track,

                          Cigar Pack,

                          Where is My Star Sack?

                          Cigar Packs? 

                          Cigarette Stacks?

                          No  wonder that my Pillows Burn!”

            As usual, a water floating log is the place to be.  I looked, and swam, and crawled up one so I could get some minnows swimming in the lunch for me.  I noticed other turtles on this bark so far outside.  If my friend human would come by, I’d like it if he would, as usual, give me an earthworm. I want to keep it in my mouth’s inside.

            When he got here, he said, “Turtles in the front.  Turtles in the rear.  I think there are Turtles driving your car. I like it when Turtles keep  getting very near. Boy, you can sure hear and you don’t see their ear.  Just realize, if you can’t see, maybe you don’t have eyes.  And don’t tell me, ‘Eye, eye, eye.  Captain Abraham.’ A ham is a ham, of course, of course, and no one could talk to me on this course.”

            When we first met, I told him, “Turtle me this. And turtle me that.  I ain’t a turkey so, turtle me so.”  I think he said,  “Me So! My So!  My Soul!  Yes, Mice Owe Too!”

            He picked me up and while looking at my nose he asked, “Are you a Sea Turtle?

I See You, Turtle.  It  must have been too Icy for you, the Turtle.”

            I told him, “Snapping Turtle is what I’d rather play.  I get hungry eating all this hay.

I just abhor being treated like a horse or a mule.  Why don’t you just give me a ground burger and I’ll stick out my head towards you.”

            He told me, “A soft shelled turtle feels well to me and he seems to like it, too.  I try to pet snapping turtles.  I feed box turtles and tortoises.  And I don’t leave the squirrels and skunks alone either.  I like all living things.  But I do feed you fish.”

            I continued staying in this local forest with its stream of which a ten person office was built and held a manager’s working people.  Next to their parking lot my stream occasionally kept a pool of water in which I slept in during the daytime so I could go out and eat at night.  My new friend, who is one of the workers, takes walks after his lunch and notices me a couple times, then and now.  He sure starts waking me up and handing me cuts of hamburger, pieces of apples, and he’d lift up rocks to grab worms and hand them to me.

            He isn’t the only living thing I share my life with. I have another friend who started out being kept in an aquarium.  He was let out into the woods when his owner left home in order to work and his owner’s father put him in the creek.  He was so used to be given a dish of hamburger and a bowl of new water each morning.  It took him some time and some hunger to teach him to swim in deep water and bite at fish.  He began crawling on the mud where trees and grass grew and he taught himself to dig the opened up from grass ground and he would eat worms.  Ants were tasty for him.  Chomping on grass tasted good too.

            I also have another friend who is called a box turtle.  He was kept by a teacher in order to show off to her class of third graders.  She thought she was showing them how to get along with this world.  He was kept in a large sized cage with hay along the bottom and he shared his opened log and lettuce and cut chickens along with a bowl of water with five hamsters and two rabbits. 

            In the winter, in my owner’s basement, two of his school friends were visiting me.  One looked through the glass and said, thinking of Frogs and Hamsters and Snakes and Minnows and Me: ”Five!  Live!  Drive Hives!  Hide by his Side!   He got Spied!”

            His friend said, “You think you are such a Great Guy from your Theft Incarnation.”

            My friend and feeder said:  “There’s a Man Owned Turtle.  You got to pet his Beak.  After  the Fall, when snow Falls, His home gets cleaned once a week.”

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