Don't tell us this thing isn't following us;
it turned & came right atover us,
then into the sunset.
You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to have an attorney present while you are commenting. If you cannot afford an attorney, you are "Shit Outta Luck" (SOL). Anything you type here can & may be used against you in a court of law or in a personal "beat-down" administered by a staff member or "associate" of this "web log."
The publisher thanks Google/Bugger for denecessitating verification. (Not that we need explain anything to anyone.)
The crew wants you to join them, and to go on all sorts of adventures.
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You could visit Atlantis!
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It's trying to tell you something.
ReplyDeleteA gathering of angels
ReplyDeleteAppeared above my head
They sang to me their song of hope
And this is what they said
They said come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me...
I used to drive by the place in Carson where the blimp moors, every day on my daily commute. Sometimes I'd see it land or take off. I love seeing that. There was a great article several years ago in the New Yorker about how you drive it - it was a great read. At the time of the article, there were only a few human beings in the world who knew how. It's tricky, because you have to calculate its movements in the air.
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Immediate ancestors have advised we not get into a blimp w/ a stranger.
Styx (We had to look it up.) lyrics can lead to banning, even if we aren't overflowing w/ commenters.
The off-world colonies are calling. Sexy replicants!
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