Cloud Visions 38

After writing a paragraph on my best 1 of 10 ass photos: A Netherworld Tail.

I decided to test the waters by confessing that I made high boots for myself one time made of felt and photographed my ass, to see how goodly it would look. Then the cloud cover did this. It was a surprisingly goodly picture, which has since been lost. Note how a spirit seems to stride in from the northwest to sprinkle holy water on my tail, like an Anabaptist. Or perhaps he means to lay a few spats on. However, until I did lots of exercises for it, my ass was repellent to me. I had a girlfriend who systematically exercised her bottom and had prima "so round, so firm, so fully packed" formation as a consequence of her sacrifice. Presently I am not doing all that much for it, so don't hold your breath for my next release. I mostly wanted to be more like Harry than Georgina, anyway. (Sometimes I show up at Harry's Bar and Grill here in Wichita, featuring memorial art on Harry's Medicine Show.)

That the story is on the net may have something to do with the image formation involved, but I seem to have acquired a special haunting that at first I did not pick up on this scale. I first noticed intense local cloud-cover mind-mirror effects around me after leaving Honeywell Defense Communications in the late 1980s. I did not notice any mind-mirror effects on a huge scale until after 1993, when I began to survey the constellations and nebulae, and THAT looked like an episodic mirror of my life since 1981, when my first wife and I parted. I did not notice continental scale mind-mirror effects in weather satellite photos until after 1996, when I began to explore Internet. Perhaps it has something to do with the children of the American Revolution, the monumental revolutionary event from which I am descended, because I seem to pick up George Washington (who images in galaxy M100) as a herald or Godfather on the 4th of July, as well as Abraham Lincoln during November elections. I derived lots of theorems on galaxy formation: perhaps there is some resonance with Galactic Higher Intelligence involved. I note that some of my factor-of-4 theorems involved in modeling the transition from classical General Relativity to Unified Quantum Field Theory seem to me to be mirrored in constellation star luminosities via Greek letter encoding, via mu- and epsilon- stars. When the sleeper awoke, the ghost became a magic mirror, like something out of Walt Disney.

Good Bird Blues

Big Lou gets impatient.

Election Dagger: Green shows ass, faces Maine beard.
Strangly riled early in the morning.

Well, thank goodness not every day is hot ass day, or the hot ass theme song day. However, I feel like a man without a country if I don't have one. He's 100% spirit and no soul just isn't realistic for solitary man. I guess this might be what happens when you cry your soul to heaven: it hovers there showing itself. It's time to cool out, extract pillars of truth, and shift gears from hindbrain to forebrain activity today. The monarchs of high heaven and the Kings of May are not marching backwards like constellation Boötes in Rebellion all the time to fall on home as Heaven's Gate, but most proudly forwards as Revolutionary and progressive forces that get things done, anxious to avoid a fall down the river at the next stumbling block in their path. Meanwhile, the clouds seem to follow me like an electron cloud follows the nucleus of a heavy atom, and the magic mirror effect shows no sign of abating.
"Speak softly...but carry a big stick." - Theodore Roosevelt

Big Lou Gets the Hot Seat. Shows himself in high felt sex boots.

Green's Christiaan Huygens act threatens to gobble him whole. (Engineer: inventor of the first piston-and-cylinder engine, 17th Century Enlightenment Philosopher, contemporary of Sir Isaac Newton. As physicist, father of the wave theory of light.)