Month: November 2024
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Hot Spring Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister
We’re ten feet over the forest canopy, zooming in and out of the soaring boughs. Straight over the heath, wood, and barrow. I follow your tail feathers like a hawk. You land on the green lawn below. Your gossamer body reflecting noonday rays like Archimedes mirror. I’m jolted by your beauty. I can hardly breathe,…
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Deceptio Visus. Dead Magic. Alphabet Inc.gov – Corporate Science
Scrying screen techno talismanREJECTREJECTREJECT Dead magic trash can.EMPTYEMPTYEMPTY Bring ON THE MISSILES ALREADY, YOU WEAK PUSILLANIMOUS PENTAGRAM PEOPLE! BRring IT!Your magic is dead.Your 911 crisis people have abandoned you.What are you going to do?REPENT!Bring the UFO’s Too!We are watching you!!!!!!!GO WITH GOD or GO HOME. Arrest The Counterfeiters.All Fake Money Forces will be prosecuted.USA. Scrying…
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Earth’s Last Citadel by C.L. Moore and Henry Kuttner Book Review
We begin in the sands of Tunis. Following the path of a shooting star. A faint emerald glow can be seen above the undulating dunes. We follow the light. A radiant star portal is found beside a green oasis, we pause for repast and prayer. Your hair wrapped in white silk, your robes flowing like…
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Ross Ulbricht is TOO HANDSOME. Techno Space – Alphabet Inc.gov – Corporate Science
Wouldn’t it be great if Ross Ulbricht has a massive stash of original Silk Road bitcoin hidden away. After being freed, he attempts to move it through the blockchain, only to be captured again for money laundering, because His Silk Road Bitcoin FORTUNE has ALREADY been laundered through all y’alls exchanges. Free Ross. Ross Ulbricht…
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Milk Chocolate Dress. Intergalactic Finance Minister
Your dress is the color of milk chocolate with hints of ocher red. The contours of your hourglass body are seen through the pines. Your flaxen hair reaching the small of your back. Your arms are raised in prayer and gratitude. It’s you in a milk chocolate dress. Hourglass contours in the sun. Hands to…
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The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy Book Review
Published 1878 Set on the heavenly heath. The summit of the barrow, undulating folds of the field. Secret grassy swales for lovers to hide. The heathmen burn the furze on the Fifth of November. Men and women dance around the wispy flames. Enter Suitor One: A reddleman. He’s colored red from toe to head. The…
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Progress Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister
The days are spent reading, writing, aromatics, acrobatics, dancing, and tumbling. You like to work in the solarium with your books, tea, and towel. I join you frequently, sitting beside your chaise-lounge, enjoying the luxury of your view. Today, I am absent, out in the field with the men, harvesting hay, examining the rigs, inspecting…
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Rescued From The Flames of Ennui. Intergalactic Finance Minister
I was walking blind into oblivion. Not a care in the world. Careless like the flames of a forest fire. From the depths of total destruction I see two emerald eyes, the mane of a LION, the soft touch of a maiden. She sets me down kindly on solid ground. I smile and say, “Thank…