Two human bodes standing naked and alone; perspective needed. Condition: According to time allotment they both are in their prime and aged as to guidance. (Between 15 and 50 Earth years)

Notice the stance and the vibrations given by the subjects. Pheromones are conjugating in junction with status of proximity. The female sweat glands and adrenal outflow is calm as she does not know she is being studied. The male had the tell tale signs of exertion as given reality due to the status of his social standing in the accompanying relations.

Point One: Both are an example of the biological units used to carry the consciousness of life via the individuals brain housed in the craniums.

DNA and genetic programming are not important to this study as those variables are used only to steer guidance pertaining to the observation of time. What is important is the brains of both seem secure and absolute, both failing to realize the data is tailored to the existence of the ‘body’

Point Two: Two are needed among the visible actions of biology among a term labeled ‘mammal’.

Point Three: To continue the experiment the brains of both are relieved of their corporeal identity and placed in a chamber of isolation designed to mimic ‘reality’ of Earth. Both subjects are unable to identify a change to their environments. Almost as if dreaming.

Now, opening the channels between the same there now sets off a time related alarm. Dangerous to points one, two, and three.

Anticipation shows death while results show a new standard not accepted due to the dangerous potential of ignorance.

The experiment is altering the hypothesis.

Excellent.

Have you ever been asked what your ‘name’ is?

Most have, some have not because they did not want to share an identity.

Today i freed a butterfly and some do not like that.

When playing poker with God some definitely do not like that.

Talking and playing with the wind.

Torturing angels.

Kicking the absolute shit out galaxies.

Messing with demons.

So much of what i do, they hate.

They/them/those/some/many/(((((())))))) hate me

and that’s okay

because my name definitely is, it.

there is a mixture,, a blend,, moments

etched not in stone as the stone is too soft, softer than even diamonds

it is in the cloud s\\s around the heart

soft

wispy

riding the winds as if they ruled a world…

the huymin(s) chose by such firm light of darkness

and so

clouds they shall get.

so to lighten the mood, Thor now has the nickname, Mr. Magoo (great cartoon show) Sobo (still the bitch of lightning) is now meatball.

Pluto is Einstein

Orf is nameless as all he loves to do is love

And Ladonna is many names but Lady Bug is precious.

Corgi’s

Food

Sleep

Fishing

Four wonderful things on this planet that can be real,

all the rest is just an fucking illusion of shit.

and so, took off the shirt. Had too, though i preferred to get naked.

neighbors already talk about it.

anyway.

took off the shirt because I am the king of fat.

mountains bow in the presence of the shadow.

and thought of squash and melons

corn

beets

carrots

and then, remember after falling into a void to feel the wonder of seeing a small flower blooming in white

and then feeling the pain.

War is a number. A number of high value.

$$$

Billions of dollars for Navy Carriers

Millions of dollars for missiles.

Uncountable costs to lives and property

and yet it all starts with the simple number of one.

It takes only one to set into motion the unbearable costs of War.

“I don’t like it anymore than you.”

Did think about bunnies dancing, kicking over the chair, and laughing.

And then there are those thoughts. They always dance around in my head.

He said, “I could not agree more. Is that all Captain?”

You see, to know about what I talk about might help make sense of just how

strange

it is to be.

The poor man’s dead, of course it is good to speak well of him.

As for cities?

Yuck.