Alien Anticipator

History is filled with examples of one Alien Nation accumulating and acquiring the stuff of another Alien Nation by any means necessary. (i.e. by hook or by crook) When everybody is an Alien, nobody is. The coagulation of Aliens into Nations is where the real mischief commenced. One bunch of Aliens would begin to alienate another bunch of Aliens. So instead of unum ad unum alienation, it became a “We’re not the aliens, you are.” assignation alienation. So it has been and will continue to be until the Space Invaders arrive, or when us Aliens become the Space Invaders elsewhere. That’s when the real results on this alienation algorithm will reveal itself to all who can or care to see. In the meantime….

“Take me to your Alienator”

Effete da Feet

She seemed to embody empowerment. Queen of all she surveyed. Her professional name was Terra Cotta. She dominated the realm of reality entertainments. The public set their internal compasses with Terra being their true north. Whatever whim she chose at whatever moment she chose would set trends spiraling towards her fancy. But Terra never acknowledged she had feet of clay. One fateful day she decided that clay shoes would be the fashion statement of the decade. But when she placed her feet of clay into her shoes of clay and added heat she became stagnant and unable to motivate. In motion or influence. Her once adoring fans began to drift away leaving her alone on her terracotta pedestal. No longer adored. Just ignored like a lump of clay.

Apples and Origins

Toots and Twaddle 3

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the oranges of the 
species on display in one
who's missing a link
Sally's soup was thin
Stu's stew was thick and tasty
Mixed? Thick and thin grin
Breaking through the crust
of my inner life. Send up
a flare for pizza.
a blanket over 
my head won't stop the horror
behind my eyelids
Craiyon
once upon a time
winter grass was what was in
last year's heavy coat
put the nettle 
to the metal kettle
said the blossom
to the stem
"Tea time!" ah Clem
Craiyon

Toots and Twaddle 2

Craiyon
you never see the
pillow coming before the
night that has no dawn
🎼 I'm looking over
A short billed plover. That I've
never seen before🎵
Craiyon
nothing under her
sable coat, boss man's wife sent
my ardor soaring

The carrot loves you.
Now the trick is to make friends
with the big bad stick.
Craiyon
Albino lizard
Goes by the name of Blizzard
Slithers o're the land
Craiyon
Early mourn dream gap
I hear the boneyard dog howl.
Not now big bad hound.
Craiyon
belief in the flat
earth balanced on a radish
in the middle rules
When the acid rain
Makes the fields start to fizz
The plop plop should come

More Sugar!

Why yes. Yes I am a cereal offender. Worse yet I was a cereal eater. I confess. I have mixed Coco Puffs with Fruity Pebbles. I’ve cut Fruit Loops with Rice Krinkles. I’ve snapped crackled and popped into my bowl Sugar Smacks on street corners and dank alleyways of my town. Even licked the frog for an extra jolt. It was GREAT!!!!. That was until I got Apple Jacked one cold and rainy night in an gangway So I sailed with Captain Crunch to Toucan Sam’s tropical island and have even stolen a leprechaun’s magically delicious Lucky Charms.

I am a serial cereal offender.

But I have seen the light. Now I resided on Keto Island, where Keto and I fight crime. Well Keto fights crime. I just sus things out and he drives. I am The Green Honey Comb. Bwah Ha Ha

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