I want to travel to Ancient Sirius.
Seriously tonight in a beaming dream. I’ve heard that some African tribes believe that this is their true ancestral land. You can read about Dagon tribes of
Without apologies, I would like to take off to there, way up over the piney wood.
And call in sick tomorrow on a supernatural satellite well phone. I trust up there floating in the silver fruit that they will have an advanced form of pine nuts to munch on when my years of fascination finally dwindle down to a new hunger.
I’ve heard that the apes on Sirius hold telescopes backwards that really work as microscopes. Even their lowest king enjoys this convenient vision. Speaking of this I saw an uncaptured photon of Sirius today –it looks like an aspirin. What’s up with that? I suppose I will need to Big Gulp down a couple of generic cryogenic chill pills if my dream doesn’t instantly transport me there tonight safely beyond Oort Clouds and Kuiper Belts.
But what about a traveling companion? I almost didn’t even think of that! So used to flying solo –you know. Perhaps another soul would enjoy sharing a serious ride with me to Sirius. Once we get there, I believe I could conjure up a minute bowl of pine nut soup. And boil it over a volcanic crater, in the event we need sustenance. Hey, if we overdo it, we’ll just break off a chunk of the Sirius. The whole place is an aspirin –just as the moon is formed from Emerald Cheese. At least that’s what an astronaut said, in an unrehearsed & unreleased outtake, when she was Captain Crunching on Idaho Tamarack pine nuts -down there around Craters of the Moon, where we paid in half-lives for flag’s blowin’ in the wind Like American Stars & Bars for every desolating drink between Carey’s old Loading Chute to Arco’s Pickles Place near Atomic City -Where Sirius sometimes still optimistically winks in the sky
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