by cosmicB on Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:48 pm
I figure that if there were a "god", it wouldn't have been so mean as to drop me in this dump, unless it had a deathwish... So there can't be a "god"... But I sure bet that somewhere in your ranks you've got demons...
I'm really not into what most folks are into theses days, and any days.. as some of you have probably clued-into by now... And you sure aren't into the stuff I'm into... That's too obvious...
Right now I have about 800 projects on the go... One project is to have a meteorite gently brush against my clothing, as it comes in, to give me a little "kiss", so I get to see and feel what's inside-it before it slams into something.. and to get a pix of it...
I've had them touch-down 20-feet away.. One on the shed roof above me.. and three bounce of the roofs of my car and truck, while I was in them... leaving a dent that indicated if they had hit me, they would have just brushed me...
One burned-up before it got to me, and all that was left of it was a streak of fluid clarity, and only enough momentum to brush grass blades 90-degrees, with a sudden "Swisshhh" sound, but no impact audio, a couple inches from my foot, where I just happened to be glancing down, with my camera in hand, but too late... I saw the beam... I suppose that's about as far as being a meteorite goes, to the point that it's nothing but a lost beam of momentum, like how a soul dies within a dead mind...
So now that I've the meteorite thing clicked-in.. This project it to photograph a meteorite on impact, a couple inches from my feet... I figures I could auction the pix and camera and its chip, for a few bucks...
Just in case, I'm carrying a couple packets of triple-o sutures and a mini sketoclamp, in my wallet...
I found the two meteorites that slammed the trucks roof, and bounced... One is a perfect round ball, slightly fattened when it hit... Me thinks it would be a steel bolt, or the like.. which means that the earth orbit projects are letting their garbage fall upon our heads like bullets from the sky... My thinks that's asinine to permit humans to pile their garbage above our heads, to have it dangerously fall upon us whenever it happens to... If you little monsters wants to play in our Space, then show a little god-damned Respect for it!.. You' humes really gots to learn, that not everywhere is your garbage dump... Some places are special to Life.. like Everywhere!..
There's a fugink Huge meteorite a comin' straight at us... Is 50-miles flyby from earth OK.?
If we were ready, we could grab it, and slow it, and spin it around, and set it in the middle of the Sahara... I bet a lot of you gonna Bigtime mess your pants when it passes by a half at million m's per h... maybe y'all just shouldn't eat that day... Or view it from the toilet seat... And there's diapers too... your choice... but all your BS in the world ain't gonna stop it.. but I can...
"Mining Asteroids".. Would that earn me enough dollars to get these tooth fillings replaced..? That asshole dentist stuck pins touching nerves, to market root canals, and I really don't like to have-to microwave my salads... It's Amazing, the evil-things humans will do to humans, to suck the money out of poor victims... You money suckers aren't "human",, You've devolved so down the life-ladder, that you don't even have names yet...
When I gets my cosmic-hands on him, he's gonna be "promethius-2", only a lot worse...
It's gonna take me a whole bloody year to save up enough to get these horrid fillings replaced... not a pardy!.. I'll remember you.. like you are remembering me, you silly little mound of dragon kibbles...
My uncle had a third set of teeth buds.. he grew a third set of teeth... I want that!.. I just haven't found the right series parallel combinations, in the 18 glands series and parallels triggers, yet... What I am finding, is that there is a Lot more to "reality" than we could have known.. more than the planets and the suns could have known... They know nothing... They are desperate for input... And I give them only little hugs and tickles and kisses... asking that they send me a cosmic-lover, who is real good at BJ's... But the first time I tried to work it, I got a sweet young lassie, good at BJ, but her chest turned into a blackwidow hugging me, and I just couldn't bring myself to embrace the BW a second time...
The next try, something nearly took the roof off the building... is why next time, there won't be a roof.. and if it wants to play mean, I'll show it "mean"...
If it wants to play love, it will probably want to be taking notes if'n it can't get its spontaneous up'n at 'em... And if it just wants to feed.. well, I ain't a restaurant, nor your mummy, nor a bloodbank.. keep searching!.. there's nothing here for you, beast...
