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Our vision of the future is changing, oh so fast, that sometimes tomorrow seems just like the past. As we look from the shadow that time has cast. Will we control gravity? With wiggles from the sky, travel to the stars as soon as we learn, again, to fly. Communicate thru DNA with vast "we nets" I ask WHY! It seems, do we assume that the acients were so ultra dumb. When they had the tech-no wit to understand the Aether hum. Wonders from back in the day. Were built by whom? The aliens? I'm not talking immigrants but tiny green folks from beyond: "the stars" Who tweaked our inner programming? E-volved us into bio-crystal jars. And Who's adjusting us today? Perhaps our ancient grandpa's. Maybe not men from Mars. Our dreams? Teleportation space flight, levetation. Traveling thru "The Time" Manipulating, pouring imigaes, into our skulls of quantum fibered slime. Holo-decks with lights and sound. Full access is granted when we become "The Mime" Meditate, like we are them. We are all air fish, learn to swim thru water that is very thin. Surf the waves like crazy loons. Sing out loud, those inner tunes. Life's just one big lagoon. So, Don't *** in the water. Act much more like you ought-er Be more than just fool fodder.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Luke, I Am Your Grandfather
Our vision of the future is changing, oh so fast, that sometimes tomorrow seems just like the past. As we look from the shadow that time has cast. Will we control gravity? With wiggles from the sky, travel to the stars as soon as we learn, again, to fly. Communicate thru DNA with vast "we nets" I ask WHY! It seems, do we assume that the acients were so ultra dumb. When they had the tech-no wit to understand the Aether hum. Wonders from back in the day. Were built by whom? The aliens? I'm not talking immigrants but tiny green folks from beyond: "the stars" Who tweaked our inner programming? E-volved us into bio-crystal jars. And Who's adjusting us today? Perhaps our ancient grandpa's. Maybe not men from Mars. Our dreams? Teleportation space flight, levetation. Traveling thru "The Time" Manipulating, pouring imigaes, into our skulls of quantum fibered slime. Holo-decks with lights and sound. Full access is granted when we become "The Mime" Meditate, like we are them. We are all air fish, learn to swim thru water that is very thin. Surf the waves like crazy loons. Sing out loud, those inner tunes. Life's just one big lagoon. So, Don't *** in the water. Act much more like you ought-er Be more than just fool fodder.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
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