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Star date 4059.5. Let's romance all this; roman is French for novel, you ought to know. It's a Star Trek episode. I should write a scrip! I will do it, someday, in emergency I work better. Yesterday night I watched Spock's brain, an old episode from the original series. I will never watch it again. Doctor McCoy scared me for good this time. Spirits were so unnerved in the past. No wonder we had two world wars as soon as it became technically possible, and stupid. The town sent me a form for a free physical check, urine and blood test included, but I am going to call Scotty to see if he can do me a solid and beam me up out that trap. Great acting, these were inspired glances, focusing extremely, during the brain surgery to save Spock. Modern medicine is too often scary like that. "And they heal nobody" use to say the Angels. Wait, I will do it, better fix the system rather than becoming a victim of it. That is what doctors do.
There is also a few dozens other texts and poems I wrote during that period. "Artstamps" I like to call sincere, rather than naive or childish. Love is true. Better be true to him. How therapeutic, you should! Sing along if you don't have a pen! Or dance your heart out.
Let's not forget the amazing "Perfect Crimes" series too. No wonder I scare people. Some must believe that I kill hundreds of thousands, like that, on a finger snap. It is not.
I didn't had the opportunity to talk to her too. Which is lame when you know all what she could have learn. I was there since a few weeks only, and went directly to the other guy, the one she already had for when she needed some documentation. What to say? Panacea, voila. The name dresses her well. Panaçée, parce que, ça la maquille. She is the remedy, and she knows it. She's a galleon sailing in all her glory. An eternal spark. The wind blows for you, for her he sings, he does his very best. He pushes you; he caresses her. She modestly is a flower too.
But it is my bad. I should have made myself famous there, instead of waiting for them to do something. Never wait, Lucas! Believe me, Son, never wait for people to do the right thing. They never. Be the gypsy! And you are the son of Jesus-Christ, so, you are special from scratch. Not only to me, like every son is, of course, special and unique to his father, but also to everybody. Better be the party starter, or do not whine if you are bored, because there is no party. This is for you all.
I had the opportunity! I just preferred not too. Let's be a bit paranoiac sometimes, and spare myself to end up lobotomized. Sure there is plenty who would love to see that happen. I put their income at risk. Fool! But I will insist. Whatever how simple and basic it may seems, and therefore, not mandatory, the medicinal world has to replace the caducei by Mary. Period. Put yourselves under Wisdom's wings, kiddos, that is my advice. In the dispensaries too one's must Talk.
My job was mostly to dispatch the new entries of the day. A library like that, that is subscribed to so many magazines, even the Federal Register, for new laws matters! Codes and classification are all in behind the scenes of the cathedrals of books. I know it, we invented it all. He. Boredom done well, that what it was like to me, for a tiny paycheck. Coffee breaks and urges to turn the afternoon into a comic standup to stop. The good mood machine. Buy one.
Boring novel you might think. No sense of danger, no thrill. He's just bragging, like usually. Sorry. Let's talk about that positive female figure instead. Divine beauty. She has these eyes full of love, Madam unmissable. Let her reign. That is what I did that day. She is still a lighthouse in my mind. The Bible is right. The highest prayer a man can do is a woman with a beautiful face. Beauty is the ultimate adventure. God bless her everywhere, even in me. I should return to my adventures now. I don't stop saying that I should write the script for a Star Trek episode, but I have no clue of how to turn it out. Or is it up? My English must be so funny sometimes for native English speakers. I should leave the childhood memories for a bit and tell what is happening to me right now. I am becoming so magical again. There just was the largest earthquake in Yellowstone's park in decades. It made become some of the tweets I sent before such a miracle. Literally Biblical sized, even for the future. Believe me, the Angels will not obey to you.
Space exploration just started. We have computers since a few decades. The most amazing ones are called supercomputers, and are used to forecast weather for example. The champion of them all nowadays is named Tianhe-2, and calculates at almost 34 petabytes. Quantum computers and their cubits able to be in two states at the same time are still a thing of the future. Laboratory research. There is just a few ones of them in the world. But I proved that the weather, earthquakes, and even History, are decided upstairs, in heaven, by our God and Father. That is the revolution. It rains the word. It's raining. And you should be happy about that.
The only thing suddenly left was pure faith in God. Simply. He exist, and HE is love and goodness only. Scientifically proven. The world was asleep, and full of meanness. Greed at any cost and empty shells. Dangerous days for a Prophet. An implacable psychological war. England has just a law to punish "emotional crimes" committed against the children. Parents who starve children of love will face jail time. Here: the link. Before that, there was no law to protect the Child. There was good people of course. There is. Like practically always. But there is st
ill so much to do. Billions of women still just suffer so much in large parts of the world. It is not a thing of the past yet. And as I am writing these lines, I am still struggling to get men to stand up and stop that, simply everywhere, now. I cannot wait to impose the Sky on Television. What a day it is going to be. Very scholar I will stay. That is how God wants it. God never disappoints.