Pine Bluff Cosmonauts
A cedar fence post angles itself slightly to the left from this viewpoint, pointing to the sun breaking through the thin pine trees above. It smells of cedar. New immigration laws dictated that this fence be part of the grand system of deterrence and eventual elimination of the immigration problem supposedly plaguing the utopia. This particular fence, like many others in the area, was substandard at best, and provided more of a way in than any sort of deterrence.
The fence post served a benevolent purpose for Gerald T. Jupiter, Pine Bluff Cosmonaut. A postcard. He kicked dirt at it to kick away time, and occasionally threw a shard at it. It clinked off dully when he did this, and gave off the usual scent. The Pine Bluff Cosmonauts, you see, had built an empire in these hills, taking over the land through litigious action years ago. There leader, Cranyon Humphries, led the charge with his team of ethnic lawyers. Therein lies the dilemma: ethnic lawyers provided them this land, now they were forced to protect it from so-called evil ethnic clans. Little action had been taken so far by the cosmonauts. One Chinese man was prevented from crossing the invisible boundary not by the fence, but by a rogue band of strong bees and one overgrown spider, affectionately called Billy. Thus little work ever was done by the cosmonauts in terms of protecting the lands, generally disregarding government protocol. Instead they focused on their own activities.
As he thought about their dissidence, a rusty leaf fell off an elm tree onto Gerald's suit. He brushed it aside and only then took action. He jetted to the steam cellar via trench coat rocketry and grabbed the salmon lantern. This item was eco-friendly and useful. Simultaneously he gathered 20 other cosmonauts as they trained on bio-cell devices and automatic bile cleansers. He removed them gently from the metallic sheen of the room they were born into and shed the rose light upon them provided by the salmon lantern. Cosmonaut HC12:L, so named because of his hairstyle, stared blankly into the TV, gazing upon Danny Devito currently involved in Don't Throw Momma from the Train, an imported aspect to Cosmonaut culture. There they gathered in the warmth of the telepathy buffet quadrant (pronounced by Gerald as "crab-rent"), ten columns of 2, wishing for an expedited end to their training. The implication of the salmon lantern pretty much spoke the necessary volumes. The steam cellar was currently humming with 300 amps of service, sent to them from the hash generator that sat atop Stone Ridge, some 100 feet above their current elevation. Cranyon was probably in his office right now, unawares of the oncoming rush. The last cosmonaut Berry Mississippi, locked his last vessel on the table of banishment and warped slowly to his post in column #10. He commanded attention with a weeping cry fit only the weakest of children. Of course, for cosmonauts, this meant strength and general integrity.
Franiak Forsepcion, the Mexican cosmonaut who insisted he was Korean, fixed up in 200 decibel earphones, sat idly by the cash register near the door. This register, and its operator, served the sole purpose of selling snacks. Franiak was not fit for other duties due to lack of diligence, and was thus sentenced to staying around the general area while making sure nobody stole snacks. what was largely unknown about him was that he only used the large earmuffs as they were as a cover up for his consistent listening of "Higher Love," a top hit from Stevie Winwood. In fact, so little care was taken regarding Franiak that he was able to quietly develop his own plan. Very quickly, and with the gaze of Gerald upon him, he sprung up, shed his gear, and transformed into Cadmium Annie, who could stand patiently and tend to cupcakes, or fly into a high-flying plan, based on the works of Winwood, and take an entire company under his wing.
That day, Gerald's authority was bent into permanent deformation, and Franiak took his pack of hungry wolves to the Northland. To the plains of Alberta, Canada, to set up a strategic base and defeat local vandal tribes. This was predicted, and later dictated in Steve Winwood's catalog of solo music. Take a short, or long listen, and this will be obvious.
The fence post served a benevolent purpose for Gerald T. Jupiter, Pine Bluff Cosmonaut. A postcard. He kicked dirt at it to kick away time, and occasionally threw a shard at it. It clinked off dully when he did this, and gave off the usual scent. The Pine Bluff Cosmonauts, you see, had built an empire in these hills, taking over the land through litigious action years ago. There leader, Cranyon Humphries, led the charge with his team of ethnic lawyers. Therein lies the dilemma: ethnic lawyers provided them this land, now they were forced to protect it from so-called evil ethnic clans. Little action had been taken so far by the cosmonauts. One Chinese man was prevented from crossing the invisible boundary not by the fence, but by a rogue band of strong bees and one overgrown spider, affectionately called Billy. Thus little work ever was done by the cosmonauts in terms of protecting the lands, generally disregarding government protocol. Instead they focused on their own activities.
As he thought about their dissidence, a rusty leaf fell off an elm tree onto Gerald's suit. He brushed it aside and only then took action. He jetted to the steam cellar via trench coat rocketry and grabbed the salmon lantern. This item was eco-friendly and useful. Simultaneously he gathered 20 other cosmonauts as they trained on bio-cell devices and automatic bile cleansers. He removed them gently from the metallic sheen of the room they were born into and shed the rose light upon them provided by the salmon lantern. Cosmonaut HC12:L, so named because of his hairstyle, stared blankly into the TV, gazing upon Danny Devito currently involved in Don't Throw Momma from the Train, an imported aspect to Cosmonaut culture. There they gathered in the warmth of the telepathy buffet quadrant (pronounced by Gerald as "crab-rent"), ten columns of 2, wishing for an expedited end to their training. The implication of the salmon lantern pretty much spoke the necessary volumes. The steam cellar was currently humming with 300 amps of service, sent to them from the hash generator that sat atop Stone Ridge, some 100 feet above their current elevation. Cranyon was probably in his office right now, unawares of the oncoming rush. The last cosmonaut Berry Mississippi, locked his last vessel on the table of banishment and warped slowly to his post in column #10. He commanded attention with a weeping cry fit only the weakest of children. Of course, for cosmonauts, this meant strength and general integrity.
Franiak Forsepcion, the Mexican cosmonaut who insisted he was Korean, fixed up in 200 decibel earphones, sat idly by the cash register near the door. This register, and its operator, served the sole purpose of selling snacks. Franiak was not fit for other duties due to lack of diligence, and was thus sentenced to staying around the general area while making sure nobody stole snacks. what was largely unknown about him was that he only used the large earmuffs as they were as a cover up for his consistent listening of "Higher Love," a top hit from Stevie Winwood. In fact, so little care was taken regarding Franiak that he was able to quietly develop his own plan. Very quickly, and with the gaze of Gerald upon him, he sprung up, shed his gear, and transformed into Cadmium Annie, who could stand patiently and tend to cupcakes, or fly into a high-flying plan, based on the works of Winwood, and take an entire company under his wing.
That day, Gerald's authority was bent into permanent deformation, and Franiak took his pack of hungry wolves to the Northland. To the plains of Alberta, Canada, to set up a strategic base and defeat local vandal tribes. This was predicted, and later dictated in Steve Winwood's catalog of solo music. Take a short, or long listen, and this will be obvious.
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