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clear the moss

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growing over the

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path to the

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Bob Smith
Member of Seti PIPPS (Pluto is a Planet Protest Society)
Somewhere in the (un)known Universe?

out house door

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toilet was found

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now for paper

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packaged in down

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(story so far- ish :)
Once upon a time, in a house on a prairie that was made of wood, three birds flew. Swooping low they took careful aim at his head as he dozed off to dream... but they missed. They circled around to find me. Fortunately, by then I got my shotgun, but missed the birds after they flew behind the house. Three dark strangers turned to run the other side of the woody prairie late at night, while she sleeps. There was a noise in the dark. Spock called out... no one replied. He called again. She was shocked. As she disrobed the dressmaker's mannequin the lights faded. "Damn that meter," said the stranger.

"Never mind the meter! I need a thrupenny bit now, to pay the local weed seller a small amount off my bill for cabbage and carrots! With what's left I will make a nice bikini to give away to a lassie or a laddie..." who looked shocked in a bikini; scared of water; scared of everything that went away... but then discovered... health and safety inspectors, who were searching for health and safety but instead found something glowing inside an empty barrel which usually contained nothing very much. But occasionally, a few fireflies crept in on a full moon to hold a séance while chanting "We love Seti!"

Someone was listening to this performance from another dimension when TL04 admitted that the doctor was also earwigging the story heard - even on mars - there was life after death but not before. Somehow, to banish author from doing a move to hide the evidence from the empty barrel - sitting next to a maple tree growing in the corner of the enchanted topiary garden... where the herbalist was preparing to plant a bunch of funny seeds growing extraordinary plants that would reach... pretty much everywhere

...Not painted green but a bright star is born near Sirius B. Aries fits in the dark sky, blue is seen around the edges, she goes surfing in star light... posing the question: "are there sharks who like to have you as an appetizer before the annual ritual, sacrificing the first born to honor the Wicca leader, a true Rosicrucian who never let bad energy get into the computer, destroying its GPU?" "Always shut down and reboot...it"

Time and again the gremlin returns after Starbucks closes, having run out CPU to rescue the RAM from the larger flock of horny ewes (melt in mouth like tender beef) served especially for fussy connoisseurs who hold their pinkies in their teeth. Claws, that is what my cat did not do :) to the poor dog of course that stretched for eternity et all until the restaurant threw us out, not doing dishes that were made when story ends, in the beginning... but the barrel shows up empty. What to do? Go to sleep to dream big and figure out what is going to happen with the swooping birds as they grab the shotgun from the stranger with massive red hair? They survived---in---finitely... that is until Creators started Creating:)) musicians started playing, sound was born so artists started creating, they do for the bells of St. Mary's. In a flash of a camera they saw light ahead of them but it was too late now to take it to the dark prairie house because the GPS had been taken over by granny's sattelite, which upset grandpa very much, so he grabbed his kazoo and began making the Music man, who wanted some food for thought, or maybe some illuminating new ideas to start up, like the Stones.

A bright thought, in dark places, where she goes to contemplate what moss is doing growing between her daffodils and roses. And up the side (to the left of the barrel) on the right of the shack in the shade where nothing but Free Willy plays in the water, sharks do exist in another dimension, retrieving strange signals from giant worms with nightvision goggles.

Looking for the alien amongst us, it became much easier to phone home again and take me beyond the stars in a shiny vessel that will wash itself with its tongue. Like our cat in a frenzied, fur-cleaning spasm, fully disorientated, now a toiletry feeling, the aliens landed in the 4th dimension of space/time. Before it existed beer was rare. "No! It was??" "Like hens teeth," so said jaws with silver teeth and silver tongue in golden silence while gazing into an empty barrel that needed filling with cold beer in the fridge. A big fridge that also had a special brand called Special Brew, only to drink when one is sober enough to clear the moss from the tree growing over the path to the outhouse door toilet... was found now for paper packaged in down

Yet still no

sign of the

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big empty barrel

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Bob Smith
Member of Seti PIPPS (Pluto is a Planet Protest Society)
Somewhere in the (un)known Universe?

that seemed halfful

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of pickle juice

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and green dumplings

good for dipping

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your toes into

while warm and

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covered with hair

of the dog

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