Friday, February 11, 2011

Dire Wolf Core

One wicked night in Portland Oregon I entered the Dire Wolf Core of the Exotic Chemical Breathing Machine Ceiling Sky God.  The Dire Wolf Core permitted me to artificially highjack it and call it a tin-o-corn (can-o-corn for baseball lovers) and said, "Listen up (like Jabba The Hut's little funny jester creature that R2D2 accidentally electrocuted out of necessity in the movie Return of the Jedi), we - planet earth peoples creatures, plants, and all machines of nature and technology - are going to the stars or we are destined to be a suicidal spirit essence soul intergalactic Hel bound planet that will never play Mech Warrior 2 with the Grey aliens."  The Conclusion: Still to Come.

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