Clearing the air my distant far “sci, fi cable wrote me, waving its arms what were they thinking saying.
I have a tendency to think and say what that may just have meant the shoes of the fisherman shore to shore come to mind.
My shore and their shore are so apart it brings me to think the landing gear is stuck in the wheel compartment, but their name is not Boeing.
The heat of the desert yesterday reached higher degrees than normally seen of spaces, places & ghosts, even Indians searching water mirages.
Or meekly, what did you gift them that other evening, or my better offer to improve your U2 of yesterday the one that fell from the sky by a Russian missile yesteryear.
In my lasting hours, which never are in hours’ end, I thought about the flying saucer wars or candy cancer rays which exist and brought me to shore.
Advise and tell the truth, lie in the reach but not surrender as those things never reached to my class life.
I thought, as I see it, I cannot perceive the maestro not ever ending or the audience refrain, rather rejoice in the spell of the orchestra story or 🎵 in total spun glory leading to penniless coffers or reward in the age of chivalry.
Turning it over in part jazzy pings and brass horns, still no answer what they wrote me for.
All my folks are only a memory of a silenced time capsule in the light of time, even the police squad, falling stars.
Lastly, this world 🌎 I call the prize to other water worlds.
Sticking to the wall, the straw polls or spores sticking to the walls a spore has that chance of reaching a wall here on earth where it may end.
But for AI it’s travel from where, I wonder.
Example: certain types of bugs, spores in mention, have been found on the space station not been there or studied.
This could have been anything short of an intestinal virus, but very far away like a fairy story book’s beginning, where a questionable great tide of water like a ring many times the stars and lights an area being measured and compared to, but not my measurements.
A shorter attraction, but so far away, dispels my position and view of it, except that if it floats, it may contain other viruses.
We know if grass isn’t maintained, it will certainly take off so if the area of interest is not under control, it will create its own.
Joke: Barber’s poll some of the weird things on Earth are, for example, plants small to human size.
In comparison are called Venus Fly Traps, docile plants but others may be very different enough to wary travelers.
Keep away: colors changing and growth regurgitation, very much different as one creating paper kites of some accord, Pinocchio stories clinging in time’s travel without rhyme or reason beyond the sun.
The wall today that separated yesterday’s conflict sees German tanks revving up no cause to celebrate or reason to show its armor.
Believing the wheels that pivoted change are spinning around and around for the ride to hell, cashing in on that ticket, thinking it is a joy ride we’re the best of yesterday’s false Nazis.
Russia labeled to strike into the state they believed would fall to their war of special significance it did, and all fell apart leaving death in its tracks.
From the loss of nuclear power stations, lost revenue, defense dollars Ukraine, the lesser of the struggle, came into world attention where it gambled and lost a running game.
You cannot defeat the Russian game of war on it will spill over.
A new formula where the strikes of missiles carrying more danger will remove people, cities, state populations from self-decisions.
A word or two I discovered was already spun some years earlier into a nuclear winter or the last hooray in war.
It’s the last step the canned filth of the very ugly guard in which there is no God, prayer to lift them out of their dilemma.
The cost of lives change the seated governments who entertain the military will and constancy are now in the wars’ awful center perhaps the total ends of freedom.
And the other side, never to prevail beyond the walls of memory, the leavings but another name will use the moment to follow.
Loss, gain the author of the nuclear winter 🥶 origin died early some time ago.
Caught my attention after his article was published.
I never forgot it.