2
November 12
Noon plus two minutes. You had another
political discussion going on your Facebook page yesterday and this morning.
You apologized to those who were offended by the words on your photo of the
President and the New Jersey governor together after the storm. Your point was
that 'the U.S. is a nation first and states second'. You are reflecting from
Merlyn's position that you are a world first and nations second. Which is it,
orndorff? - Amorella
As
my focus is on the species Homo sapiens, then it is world first and nations
second.
What about the marsupial humanoids and the
Dead? - Amorella
The
Dead are first.
What about the Homo sapiens living and the
Dead? - Amorella
Good
question. If I pick the Dead first am I thereby a traitor to the Living?
No. Living is temporary, Dead is permanent.
How
then is Merlyn deadanliving?
Do you see a problem? - Amorella?
Semantics.
2253 hours. I have half of Pouch=5. This is
unlike anything I would have ever expected. Are you accepting this (for now)?
I
am, orndorff. Drop what you have in here and post. Tomorrow morning you drive
to Cleveland. You told Laney you are bringing her four Jennifer cookies on
Tuesday when you return. - Amorella
***
Pouch-5.wkg.draft
Yermey
sat glancing at the current vital signs of Ship on the left and his own vital
signs on the right. Ship automatically bio-tracked Friendly and Hartolite; no
display needed. Yermey surmised the situation. The left-wingtip-cleansing-of-the-Cessna
shouldn't be a problem as long as-Ship-agrees. I cannot understand why this
sterilizing-to-normal operation was not completed automatically at the original
moment of touch. Yermey remained poker-faced and focused. The key is, he
thought, Ship notes no change in my bio-registering vitals physically, emotionally
or mentally. This is a fun private contest with Ship I continue to win because
first and foremost, Ship does not realize he is being contested.
His
eyes returned at his earth built laptop. He is reading the personal Facebook
page of Pyl Williams-Burroughs. She appears to be in her mid three-fifties. He
felt a slight stirring in his groin. The shrunken, gangly stringy organ semi
filled with blood and muscle arrangement to a miserably limp six inches of with
an eighth of an inch diameter. His scrotum, his two pea-sized testes, ached
wretchedly. 'I have done nothing to provoke this,' ruled his head. The
half-full-uncalled-for-moment lasted almost five minutes. Ship registered
Yermey's eye movements every second he observed the amenable photos of a fully
clothed Pyl Williams-Burroughs on Facebook. 'This woman has real breasts on her
chest.'
Never
had he read, heard of a male marsupial humanoid having a partial erection
without at least an hour of stimulation and a full erection before another
three to five hours of with consequentially immediate ejection of than two
seconds tops. Never. 'Up and down' in less time than it took to say the words.
Immediately he drove the thought into oblivion and watched his emotional brain
and body into a complete rest. Ship's response was immediately normalized.
Nevertheless Yermey was plagued with a single frozen thought in the center of
heartansoulanmind, 'Ship understands me
better than I do.' It took an extreme power of patient will for Yermey not
to sweat. 'I am almost five hundred years
old and in a moment I experienced a revelation.' He slowly closed the
laptop and got up from the chair and pushanpulled his bedinabox-open as the
desk-folded-over-the-laptop-while-sliding quietly under the floor. Exhausted he
immediately fell asleep.
Ship in analytical
delight savored in a revelation himself. Ship had just intuitively sensed a
marsupial humanoid's heartansoulanmind in a quiet fearful agony unlike anything
Ship had ever registered and experienced before. 404 words
***
I
did not expect such explicit description.
A secret unpremeditated side of Yermey
unfolds quickly. It was unpremeditated for you too. Imagine the fear running
through Yermey, a brilliant man who lost control only to have it gather in the
one place it can never leave his heartansoulanmind. - Amorella
The
words string together like a hangman's rope for Yermey.
We're only on chapter five, boy.
I
am better beginning to understand the Dead in this story.
Yes,
you are. - Amorella
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