Cloud Visions 64

Friendly dragon jaw jabs cock, a Nevada job for dragon jaw.

Axe Head over Los Angeles, Dragon's Adam's Apple Menaced.

Here it seems our "Will you still need me, Will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four" question is alluded to. The dragon seems to be for "Mexican tea" or "sick's tea" coming in from high Mexican spirits, but bearded South Nevada man is fixing to give it the chop, or cut it's foreskin off, or something. Strange! I think perhaps something means to cut Mexican Spanish out of US speech, since the Mexican phallus coming across the border forms the Adam's apple of the dragon. Los Vegas opposition to dragons speaking exclusively Mexican Spanish is perhaps the theme here. Note that the dragon seems to be descending on the panhandle of Oklahoma. On the other hand, perhaps the jaw impacting the phallus object means Los Vegas has a job for dragons hot to suckle panhandles. When you're "sick's tea" for, there's still a job suckling panhandles at The Chicken Ranch, therefore you are still needed and fed "when you're sixty-four!" Ah! Perhaps this is in response to my experimental, hilarious and explicit adult essays and practical notes on How to Take It that I have doodled out starring myself. This may have something to do with the motive for issuing whispered instructions like: "Cry your soul to heaven." The libido seems to be connected to the Big Energies of the magical mystic imaging system in a way that causes it to generate images about what is "mist".

To view what is missed, according to the libido, click on through to The Erotic Hots Study Guide and refresh your memory!

On the other hand, the delicious whiff of high mania involved does not succeed in convincing me that a career at the Chicken Ranch or similar bordello is the preferred option for myself, a fellow who usually comes forward as a lady's man. And, although we get wretchedly hungry for the somatic ecstasy of glorious sex most every night, we also miss other things... Tee hee. I guess I should get to work on a bold and suitable solution, however. Solitary games of handball just don't satisfy experienced old birds, and the sum of all other terrestrial diversions does not seem to quite properly fill the bill, either.

AUDIO: Press for 'I Am the Walrus' by Lennon-McCartney.

Dog Above with Tongue Hanging Out and Wig Overhead Above 4-state
Cartesian Coordinate Cross explains All to a Mexican Pelican Nebula.

In this case the weather pattern apparently responded to my Close Encounters of the Bird Kind gag in Cloud Visions 63, which featured the North American Nebula in Cygnus, including the Pelican Nebula. The cloud cover response was to draw the Pelican Nebula scene over the North American continent, with the Pelican in Mexico, and with the laughing party replaced by a laughing dog. Apparent responses of the cloud cover to imagery issued from my terminal has been observed a number of times, especially in Weather Visions, where it was observed and tested for by leaving a sign of some type at the end of a page, usually one suggesting that everything was coming to an end. The Almighty seems to respond to end-of-the-world distress signals fairly strongly, and was probably monumental in the clouds when the Israelites emigrated from Egypt, and when Jesus of Nazereth was crucified. In both cases there was also a strong literary connection to writing that lived longer than people did. In my case, I pinned General Relativity down in Cartesian Coordinates like the 4-state junction behind the dog's mouth until I could rule out classical GR as physically convincing and point towards the correct locally Lorentz-invariant theory of forces, establishing a literary connection that will probably outlive us.
Mythically, note that the "dead dog's eye" in the above cloud vision scene is positioned over The Great Salt Lake of Utah. Below, we have the Hubble Deep field featuring "yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye..."

I Am The Walrus
(John Lennon, Paul McCartney)
Lead Vocal: John Lennon

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo ca-choo

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo ca-Chiu!

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come, you get a tan from
Standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo coo coo coo coo ca-Chiu!

Expert textpert choking smokers don't you thing
The joker laughs at you? Ha ha ha!
See how they smile, like pigs in a sty
See how they snied
I'm crying

Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna man
You should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo coo coo coo coo ca-Chiu!

Coo Coo Ca--Chiu!
I note that my stellar evolution calculations give the correct age for the Sun (See also 2nd order structural calculations done with Clayton p-p fusion process formulae [2]) based on relative isotope abundances in meteors that formed from the pre-solar nebula if I use the p-p fusion formula with weak screening due to Dr. Hong-Yee Chiu. Greenwood Research stellar modeling software available with my book Thermonuclear Fusion in Stars compares the fusion formulae of Chiu with many others, and finds Dr. Donald D. Clayton's p-p fusion formula to also be fairly credible based on methods involving aging a perfect zero-age polytropic star by depleting its core hydrogen content until its observed luminosity equals the calculated luminosity. But with Chiu you get real close to the meteoric 4.5 billion years!