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(Introduction: This is Part i- if it is too difficult to read, please comment as to when and where I should place the comma’s/language explanations or just tell me in a comment.  I would like the feedback.  This is my first Science Fiction exploit and I want it to be good)

 

There was a time when I cared very much about life.  I would sit by the fire and wonder at its strength and fearsome flame.  It would seem that it could consume anything at all, at its hottest and they still know that it is about to blow.  About to blow sky-high, in the event of a Memphis Slim kinda ordeal where all the men and women get along but don’t ever see eye to eye about somethings like the when and the where of the New Coming of the Age of Four Red Cloths.

The Four Cloths were the sign of the red and yellow fever that swept through the land until all that had suffered its ill effects should have been dead.  But one did survive and he tells a story of woe that led to the apocalyptic state of the world as it is now and was then.

With the telling of this story is a fulltime use of the word “Tom” which is the one word that means a lie when it comes to the fruition of the fruit and plants of the galaxy.  It would be the one word that would meet and make way for the world of the tomato and its derivative plants like the insanely auditive and audible use of the plant Hermosa which would be the best word for the use that could be shown to make a lot of noise if it could.  It could for it used the method of appearing to be harmless in order to be able to make the wheat and corn to be the gainful possession of the heart of the matter i.e. it poisoned the grains and made them inedible and therefore it would be the start of the grain famine that would sweep the world.

It will be the end of the planet when they all start to think about the start of the war and its resolution.  There will be an end to all the real ones who asked for the time to be alive and then forgot to tell their family about it and thus forgot to ensure the survival of the species.  The Real Ones are the thought potanicals who make use of the potato to survive, making it possible to generate the live source of food from the end product of the tree, namely pulp. By making potato from the tree, they were able to survive and make do.  But it came to pass that they would not be able to make it.  For their use of the pulp led to a disease called the American Dreaming, also called the Lot, for it gave a lot of time to the energisers who led forward to gain a long time from the rent.  In other words, it gave a lot of time to the people who went to the forest to collect the pulp, to be able to make the way to be, in the end, the Promised People.  But it also gave a lot of time to the promicus or leaf of the pine, to be able to generate the prehensile tongue of the feeder who would be the first to get the left-over rainfall and give it to the rent.  The Rent, so to seen, is the rest of the Waif-like usage of the rainfall and water to be able to make it in and to make it out.  In other words, it is a pee-strain that gave rise to the lot of the wall or the wallstink which came from the owners of the pond being able to make it to the wall to piss where they would spread the Lot to the Rent.

When spread, this American Dreaming led to the non-solute number of solutions who would then be able to make it to the roof of the nearby steeple when it should be the one who gains and not the one who loses.  It is about time that they all gave way to the Rent.  It is the Rent that makes them all give a long time and not a low form of living.  To be able to live is to be able to rise and fall without stopping.  To be able to make do and to make so many new friends that it is impossible to do without getting along in the front of the wire.  In the wire one is forced to make do and to make through and then it shall be able to make the Rent.  The Rent is the rainfall that makes the ruins of Earth look fresh and eager to be responded to. It is about time that you undertook to get all the remainder into the wealth of nations and unto the Real New One called the Endzone.  The Endzone is the space where all the let’s-take-a-bow-time shall be.

It can be shown that it occurred when all the night and stars were upon us that the end of the world began.  It began with the destruction of the Food Chains and that led to the destruction of starch and therefore the beginning of the fool-errand of demanding that all starches be destroyed for want of a better way to behave.

 

I would just like to think everyone for depressing me tonight through their song and laughter.  If it had not been for you I would have survived this evening unscathed but without the company of you lot I am most beside myself with guilt for not having gone out sooner.  Now I’m off!  Off, I tells ye!  Bye!

Oh, okay, wait a bit, boys, there’s a problem.  Seems I have to do it a bit more, about another five minutes.  Can we gather the wrap and see?  I want to understand the full position before I go any further.

I will be the find of the century when the boys see me in this!  I want to see that all the famous love children of the sixties and seventies love it and say “Yeah!” as I and they all begin to dance again towards the massive called the Ballroom and there to be a long procession of type two AV type persona.

I want to see you after school, Butch!

Did you hear the one about the Chinese lad with the dog, they call him one eye Jet, you know why, cos he eat his dog one day at a time and not sooner, therefore he jet as in jet airplane, always on time, and one-eye cos he always kept an eye on the watch for the time and always only has the one eye for company.  His company was good until he ate his dog.  Then he became a nuisance and he left the campus.  He ate it cos he was starving from lack of funds and you know how strict the Chinese diet is!  He could always see when there was time for lunch and so he ate his dog in protest but to Chinese people to eat one’s dog is a fruitful endeavour since it wards off spirits and lets in the glorious vishmu of the temple.  Now, he ate his dog in protest then, at the cheap rate at which dogs were sold for meals, not the way he was being marked in school!

In the absence of you comes a time of replenishment

Of the soulless time when I should

Have spoken about your philosophy of life

And the one thing I would have done would have been to kiss

And hug you again for a long time of limbo dancing and huggable nuance of the hips.

I will not be able to be the one who gives you end to end existence but I will

Be the one who gains the well-worsher of all – that is – the well-wisher of the world for being

Your tide-wallower in the rushes of space, time and the essence of God-like forebearance

For my psalm.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

This isn’t even going to take a moment to contemplate so here goes:

This is about to be the error in our/my ways as we begin to influx the timing with a new repeal such that it does not chime for the many but only once.

It is not a going to be a when or a why but a who dunnit and so it shall be thus.  Who dunnit you ask?  Well I shall tell you a story now which will set your ears on fire with laughter and with pity and with pain.  Such it is.

I do not see that you understand what has come before you in the previous texts that make it so unavoidable to see that the average guy does not understand that it is about the injury sustained during an attack on the Bath streets of the order of mission-based i.e. ordered from above to make me aware of the locale, namely the north side of Bath and the entirety run by the orphan mastitution (or narrator) named John Graves.

I will not be able to tell you everything in one sitting so bring you smoke and your baccy next time round and I’ll see to it that you all get in and get out, do you get my meaning?

Now, here tell:  I do and do not and therefore I say this to you.  I know what it is that makes you want to read and that is the name of the game. If I told you all then…I would give up the narrative for a better man to say what it is not and so I need to convince you that what Isay is true.

That I did lose a tooth through the improvince of the name of the songbird i.e. Kristina and therefore I need not say what it is that I know – that all is not sundry it is call-of-the-wild wide open to attack and assault as I finish my three contributions to the science of Biomimetics.

I will not have it you say.  He didn’t even know it at the time that it was all going to go like this, like the end of the world hadn’t come to him already and therefore held no resolve to him against the odd days or the even as he clumb aboard the waiting titan that had all but ready the all but effortless type of surl known as the surliquy of the Surl or the Surlness or –net and so it goes.  I want to say this:  it has come to my attention that all have been able to get all of the one and two into the devon marques and thus it is that I commend you Bruce Saunders for making the breadboard come forward and wain the wool from the eye s of thee your mum the Queen.

It is within my power to thee to lend upon thy statutory fickle thy nude vainglory should about its own being bear fruit upon which to start anew.  It is not a fair nor fighting chance I give you but a fear to thine own curse upon which fell you to be the one who could and therefore did and could not bear the choice between each other and then gave forth and to them all gave a chance to get their weight together and servitude and in hate for the one called bruce e that is bruce edwards or in this case bruce edward saunders of course.  I know that I shall be the only vessel upon the sea to get through to the final eight for the top scientists of the year and that shall be a mean feat for set upon this shall be the feat of knowing where to find the core of the responsibility and that is at Claire Short’s feet the au naturelle sort of woman who is testing me she feels, not knowing in which how she is festering in my soul for it is her that I want and I shall preach to the high heaven that I shall call her by her name in due front of it, the court that is.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

The effect of having the smoke was killing his eyesight and making it subtly effervescent everywhere he looked.  It sparkled like the rain on his head as if it were too long to be in the eye of the beholder but long enough not to be – he could see that it was brighter on the horizon but not close to hand where everything was dull and brown from the winter’s seasonal apothecraphy with the elements.

The change took time but it didn’t need to be…it could also have been the weir or the houses that lent the whole scenario a Heathcliff-ian aura of tales of weddings and funerals and grief and sickness due to the hospital’s vicinity nearby.

There just had to be where they could all see them, the flush of good morrows and the tumor of fine wakes as the pull of the water under the sea grew and pulled their weight under the trough to be brought to flow to the end of the fashion about which it was astrewn.  It was not the faustian prize but the cheroot by which I sigh and gain the strength to be able to put it all down to words as they all decide what to say and what to do in response.

I want to be able to say what it is that I want, not withstanding the law suits nor the fact that this very place has been haunted by the certain people who have been able to tame me and try and subsault me into a form of legendary failure but that is not to be.  It is true that I have had numerous intrusions in my property and that has been the failure of the police to help and provide witness to the hate crime being prevailed upon me because of my scientific endeavour.  It can only be this.

Now, I want to hear the true purpose of this missive and I want to hear that you understand what I am doing here.  Bioman 1 through 24 have been an experiment in the need for the New One. It has been an experiment in the search for God through the eyes of one who got killed and then resurrected on the ground of Bath.  It was at the climax of the attention on the Gulf War when we yes we all went to Edinburgh and farther afield to the Make Poverty History Rally of 2005 and that led to the aim of all being put onto the back sled as one or the other got in and to so to speak, in as in in shape, and to as in to be or not.  It is in the safe head of super boy here that we all see that it is about the end of the world and the start of a new one and that began without anyone even knowing it, at the turn of the century just about when all the sundry folks were having there supper and needing their bread.  Then and there it was about the start of the New Millenial reconcile to their being none and now there is all the rest of them and that means that all the forsooth promised people shall be about to get the end of the style out of their gray office blocks and into a form of new self-absorbing racket called the befoulment of the British paving, lawn and surrounds by the poodle of their choice.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

It’s complex, what I am doing here.  It’s not unnatural, no, but it’s a little bi-polar and a little heterosexual as I fuck around like a madman with you in my head, as I tell you things about me that very few people have ever known like when I lost my virginity which is not special thing except it was a very long time ago when I was still a young lad of nineteen and then it was a time of history when Aids/Hiv wasn’t on the radar.

I like to be able to get all the words in place and then I can get them all aligned to each other later, but I still like being able to give birth to large numbers of pun-like substances that give off the stench of ripe living rather than plum pudding, which I still think is the best.  I must be able to get all of the right words in and it is essential that they all get it in the right order too I suppose.

I want to be able to get all the right words in.  But it is impossible to do without getting into a bad shape such as there is no ether that can stop the blood flow. Then there is another called the blood barrier in the brain that is about to be brought to the heel of the surgeon too.  It is all about being able to get all of the men to give blood to their nurse before it gets too fall guy-ish and they all feel that it is about the way they get into hurt that may or may not be the result of their being a little perchance under the influence of their John Hopkins such that it is in the infiltrator’s hands to be able to get all the hankie sop off the waterline and on the border of the house.  Huh?  It means that, stupid, all the men are guided by their penis rather than their brains and that this is about to be the end of all the end of the world policies that make them all feel out of sorts with all their make believe hankerchief love affairs.  I will not be able to tell you all with it is to be about but I miss being able to bring all this to the forefront of the news when it first appeared but now it is old news.  I will not be able to bring it forward because it is no longer the new and then it is no longer the nen either. The “nen” you say.  “What’s that?” you ask.  I’ll tell you.  It’s the end of the new and the start of the next time so that it is always about to become the end of the nen but not the next time either, or so to speak.

It’s a complex thing, I tell you.  It is not for the beginner reader to indulge in since it is about the way that all the world thinks about is the sex of their end of use give the time of day to the stripper but not the grandmother kind of thing.  But I still say that it is a useful thing to be able to get all the sheets of paper into a ball such that it is not a ball but a bag of meal for the kids to play soccer with after school.  Before break they can all go to see what it is that makes them all so thin and yet strong and they can get all their foodstuffs from a single bowl of the thing.  This is not going to be the easy road to bear the child along the path of lean good intention, no , it is the one who gets into the forest and yet still gets in the forest so that the real thing is about to come in and get you, the real dragon or vampyre of your dreams.  I won, said you and that is the end of the story for now.

It’s complex.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

Boris Johnson turned on the taps on me during my PhD as he said why not rain on my parade and so he did – making my time at the Make Poverty History Rally a misery as he robbed and stole from me playing chess with me from a distance along with his supporters here at Bath University numbering all one and a half namely Tony Mileham and his friend Michael Carley.

He is now alone and waiting to hear the verdict of the result of my hearing against the NWA or North West Alliance or the Nor’way Ge tha’ ti’ sort-of-thing type of place called the Fall of the House of Plagiarism namely he.  He is the end result of a number of fair readings of the plebiceant name of the jew called Judah who stabbed me in the back a number of years ago and hence it is he the brother of me who is to die now.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

The newest type of orthogonal set to come out of the mathematics department at Wits is to delve deep in the legacy of wits to see if it is school for thought or if it is school for mention in history as having a distorted view of life since it became free.

It is not going to be easy to say this but I believe it is of true noteworthy experience to see that it is dangerous to the rest of the world for its history of being repressed and so should it be a closed institution until it should be better assuaged for its beginnings as a slave institution.  It is a note worth making it to see the whole value of the system and not just the fruit of it they say and so it should be that the whole of the influence of its fat graduates should be seen as a whole influence on a generation who feel it is okay now to be a little racist occasionally as it shows they are the people who live and work there and not the rest of us who sit and look on.

It is a real thing this get together of minds that lets us get the whole meal and not just the strength of it – to be able to get the whole nourishment from our experience at Wits means to be able to take it into hand and think about it as a whole thing – how it influenced our way of doing things and how it makes us feel it is the end of the time for a real one and the start of a time for a real one-two – i.e. marching orders are about to be launched as they seek to make me aware of the need for more from us.

It shames us to see and feel that it is the same place as it was of old, namely a shapeless entity that does not care for its student population with any feel for it.  i.e. it does not know when to start to try and bridge the gap between wealth and poor – it needs only to find the one who can – and that is/was me until a recent time when they all gave up on my return as a spokesman for the union there.  It shall be a saint that gets in and gets them free and it shall not be me but another kind of man/woman, a black one who shall make it clear to all and sundry that I yes I have not been remiss but have been assurre or assuaged of my ideal of being the king of the parliament of England yet again.  I shall not be.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

But I still want to see everyone in a circle making hands for the pieman to pass over with.  I want all and sundry to be on the hill close ot the house at sunset when I shall be the one who gets all you chilluns to be the best you can be at the rest of the platter of the Horsemouth Creek.  (In other words to be at the head of the stream at noon).  It would be a work of all things to be able to get all of these things into the end result of all that is the end result of all, thereby getting into a load of shit and being unable to be and being unable to see and to defend oneself against the hordes of motorstudents not trying to mend a bicycle any longer, they were into cars!

I went to the end of the pier the other night and I could see there were a lot of cars there and I wondered why.  So I opened the window of the one on the left side closest to the beach in case  a police officer came along and stole me away from here like a dog and then I went to see what all the fuss was about.  I want to see a show of hands…is everything clear, can everybody see now?

I went to see what I was all about and then I guess I found out – that all asunder was upon us and no one should be well intent before the rest of them can do.  “It is the well to do, they all get the same time to swim and we don’t!  We only get half the time and now no one will come and try to get us out so we have to sit here all night!” she said.  “I will not be the one who gets ill this time!  No, I won’t and I will tell everyone about it.  I will!”

Now if it was about the childhood dream of one Ghostly Brown of the Cacophany of Sound Orchestra then all would be okay but it waren’t and so get this I and know where I can say when.  No one shall be able to do what I can do unless they shall be already under the durable eye of the Professor of English Johannes Tutorrel the Second and Third respectively.  When I just saw the need for a new and an old I thought that maybe I could just get them all to be in love with each other for a little while and then I would be able to get the whole thing in under the table for about fifteen minutes before I could.  This makes the rest of the thing look like the mess has come from the outside of the font and not down the sides as was supposed to happen in the days of yore when the rich drank from the front and the poor from the sides where the wet stone often got grey from saliva that was shared among all the poor population and was thought to have been the source of a lot of the Black Death of the time.  I went to the slip of the sore and won a wet t-shirt for a competition and then I let it all go.  I was bloomered with relief when I won and the whole of the audience sat in silence while I sat back and tried to get the rest of the will into the whole of the wyle and so that it is and not it isn’t.

I went to the shop for the much needed sop of nourishment called milk and did I get some?  No, I got a pack of Pall Malls and a small angle of mild tobacco to be able to make spliffs when I got home and so I did, I did make spliffs when I got home and when I did I did get some into the guitar strings of my guit and that led to the end of the road for them all.

I won’t be responsible for the mess left there and it will always be there unless someone picks it up and therefore I feel I need to be here and not there and there and not here and so forth until it is all gone and the rest of them have all been able to get the rest of us alone and see what it is that you understand when we all have to be able to get the rest of the mob under control.  We have to be able to get them under control, I repeated and that left the one to be one and the own to be tone and so it doesn’t get any bigger or better than that.  There is a new and an old and this is the old and then the new and so the new is the old and the old is the new and it is so.  This is not going to be the easiest thing to write, err, type as fast as I can and then go forwards to the end and back again to correct all these mistakes that I am making as I type.  I will not be able to get all the real ones out of the disorder partner they are emboldened upon but I will if you do and so it gets a little bit better and then it get not.  Not have I ever got the found thing and then got the fine thing and then all the fine things together and is it gets so they cannot all the rest of them to go with them and it is so.  Bruce.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders