Atlantis Pants.
Water from the reservoir, defiled by saturnism to get to a green hose when observed at an angle, when the moon is full, the hose has scales. But down here you whisper, Kentucky blue grass or whatever the grass my be must wear shower caps and rain coats, the wash doesn’t impregnate them to the fullest and then I must bear the burden of this whimsical trace. Exposed electrical wire finds the waters aberrant behavior overwhelming. It didn’t happen that way but the alarm was set, and when said alarm started screaming that’s when the cave drawings evolved and got great. Became the scalpel that lustrated a hole in the time space continuum, super charged the atoms of a condensed space, the ions danced with positive and negative swords, it was the choreography that made my world. There would be a complete and absolute change, because yes, there was a waltz and yes it would cut through my familiar three, painting a portal in time through which I could enter a world where anyone from any elegant reality could live or ever will live, it wasn‘t a rough sketch that I saw consisting of sets such that each set contains the preceding set or such that each set is contained in the preceding set. It terrified and intruded me past all borderlines, borderlines I already crossed to see what is beyond these borderlines. Creatures that once lived below our water lines, now they walk on land, and at this juncture I begin I realize I missed something. I excused myself and treaded through what it is I saw, for kicks? Why yes, and not for the most part actually, I want meaning without hanging out at the drug store, or hearing a medicine show vender insult my good condition but bad disposition with his cheap Carney ways. I want not so much for everything not to be so mundane, so blasé, like lukewarm bath water. That’s when I saw these extra dimensional overlords with dorsal fins and blow holes. Not a patriarch or a matriarch in sight, but who can tell? They look asexual, Reason? They don’t look human. They look like they have reason, that’s at least a good sign. They look familiar, a creature that once had a natural smile. They tell me they’re sages of they’re world, and not the kind you find in grandma’s spice cabinet or stuffing inside a turkey. In this world, I wonder if there are turkeys, and then I realize that yes there are, and it’s me. Their wardrobe? Needless to say it doesn’t look like swim wear. They march on land. Something loosely new and biased on something cutting edge, a tremendous television screen. Perfect! The cheesy science fiction realm. They say I’m not a chosen one but thanks for coming, and could I save their world? Proving to be smarter than homo sapiens simply by finding the remote, they animate the Trinitronic beast. Much love for the autograph. Back, astern and previous the past when both our sibling timelines where homogeneous and seemly juxtaposed magick did occur. Surely I could not have known that humans and dolphins can trace their ancestors back to Nibiru. The Anunnaki those nine foot devils pitted primitive land humans and primitive land dolphins in a competition to see who would rule Earth. This must be the vice-versa universe we obviously lost the tug-of-war because I’m now cavorting with what I now know to be dolphin sages. I’m a fish out of water, literally, this is the Anunnaki condemned people to be land mammals realm. We failed, I wonder if aquatic homo sapiens(surely their genius has changed) be speakin’ the English as good as I can. The alarm sounded and now I’m at a place where dolphins are gods chosen creatures. This is unreal and what do they want from me? They tell me I’m inferior to them and they need my complete lack of super sonic hearing ability to save the almond eyed river friends. Lost to them, six where there was five. I’m in the three--a different three but a three no less, and now I want to know what’s going on in the four, or where in the four I could be. The forth dimension exists because I don’t know what’s going on from one moment to the next. I can’t breathe underwater, but what does it matter to them, they don’t either. We came out of the water and they went in, that’s what I was taught during a pivotal time in my development so I can’t shake it. I decide to give it a shot, the beings who talk with a pretentious diction but are nice in their own way, now point me to a road, not a yellow brick road but maybe that’s just what I tell myself. I hope to see a midget hanging from a tree but rather I see a peacock in the background, at least one things is clear to me now. I run and brace myself for random battles, they always caught me off guard in my world, encrypted data from a reflective happy coin disc giving it’s knowledge to a laser, that’s how I saw them, in my way, but random battles don’t exist for real, but for real they actually do, just not for me. Something out there in the ether is out to play my ear drums, I can feel a scale and mode better something left unknown, I gaze at the megalopolis how different it is than that of our modest city’s, I see something like me in the river, a reflection? No, a fish, no, a mammal, a human being living in the water. That’s the price they pay. Their cross to bear I suppose, I wonder what Dolphin Jesus looked like? Rocks and sticks break underfoot and a graveyard neigh their lakeside homes, I see a sages grave. So I failed my quest. If I wasn’t used to failure I wouldn’t have stepped into the portal in the first place. Savvy?
Water from the reservoir, defiled by saturnism to get to a green hose when observed at an angle, when the moon is full, the hose has scales. But down here you whisper, Kentucky blue grass or whatever the grass my be must wear shower caps and rain coats, the wash doesn’t impregnate them to the fullest and then I must bear the burden of this whimsical trace. Exposed electrical wire finds the waters aberrant behavior overwhelming. It didn’t happen that way but the alarm was set, and when said alarm started screaming that’s when the cave drawings evolved and got great. Became the scalpel that lustrated a hole in the time space continuum, super charged the atoms of a condensed space, the ions danced with positive and negative swords, it was the choreography that made my world. There would be a complete and absolute change, because yes, there was a waltz and yes it would cut through my familiar three, painting a portal in time through which I could enter a world where anyone from any elegant reality could live or ever will live, it wasn‘t a rough sketch that I saw consisting of sets such that each set contains the preceding set or such that each set is contained in the preceding set. It terrified and intruded me past all borderlines, borderlines I already crossed to see what is beyond these borderlines. Creatures that once lived below our water lines, now they walk on land, and at this juncture I begin I realize I missed something. I excused myself and treaded through what it is I saw, for kicks? Why yes, and not for the most part actually, I want meaning without hanging out at the drug store, or hearing a medicine show vender insult my good condition but bad disposition with his cheap Carney ways. I want not so much for everything not to be so mundane, so blasé, like lukewarm bath water. That’s when I saw these extra dimensional overlords with dorsal fins and blow holes. Not a patriarch or a matriarch in sight, but who can tell? They look asexual, Reason? They don’t look human. They look like they have reason, that’s at least a good sign. They look familiar, a creature that once had a natural smile. They tell me they’re sages of they’re world, and not the kind you find in grandma’s spice cabinet or stuffing inside a turkey. In this world, I wonder if there are turkeys, and then I realize that yes there are, and it’s me. Their wardrobe? Needless to say it doesn’t look like swim wear. They march on land. Something loosely new and biased on something cutting edge, a tremendous television screen. Perfect! The cheesy science fiction realm. They say I’m not a chosen one but thanks for coming, and could I save their world? Proving to be smarter than homo sapiens simply by finding the remote, they animate the Trinitronic beast. Much love for the autograph. Back, astern and previous the past when both our sibling timelines where homogeneous and seemly juxtaposed magick did occur. Surely I could not have known that humans and dolphins can trace their ancestors back to Nibiru. The Anunnaki those nine foot devils pitted primitive land humans and primitive land dolphins in a competition to see who would rule Earth. This must be the vice-versa universe we obviously lost the tug-of-war because I’m now cavorting with what I now know to be dolphin sages. I’m a fish out of water, literally, this is the Anunnaki condemned people to be land mammals realm. We failed, I wonder if aquatic homo sapiens(surely their genius has changed) be speakin’ the English as good as I can. The alarm sounded and now I’m at a place where dolphins are gods chosen creatures. This is unreal and what do they want from me? They tell me I’m inferior to them and they need my complete lack of super sonic hearing ability to save the almond eyed river friends. Lost to them, six where there was five. I’m in the three--a different three but a three no less, and now I want to know what’s going on in the four, or where in the four I could be. The forth dimension exists because I don’t know what’s going on from one moment to the next. I can’t breathe underwater, but what does it matter to them, they don’t either. We came out of the water and they went in, that’s what I was taught during a pivotal time in my development so I can’t shake it. I decide to give it a shot, the beings who talk with a pretentious diction but are nice in their own way, now point me to a road, not a yellow brick road but maybe that’s just what I tell myself. I hope to see a midget hanging from a tree but rather I see a peacock in the background, at least one things is clear to me now. I run and brace myself for random battles, they always caught me off guard in my world, encrypted data from a reflective happy coin disc giving it’s knowledge to a laser, that’s how I saw them, in my way, but random battles don’t exist for real, but for real they actually do, just not for me. Something out there in the ether is out to play my ear drums, I can feel a scale and mode better something left unknown, I gaze at the megalopolis how different it is than that of our modest city’s, I see something like me in the river, a reflection? No, a fish, no, a mammal, a human being living in the water. That’s the price they pay. Their cross to bear I suppose, I wonder what Dolphin Jesus looked like? Rocks and sticks break underfoot and a graveyard neigh their lakeside homes, I see a sages grave. So I failed my quest. If I wasn’t used to failure I wouldn’t have stepped into the portal in the first place. Savvy?
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