That the aliens consider us, and our story, so that when I guffaw, weeks fall away, it all becomes dream...
We're marching up Everest, Tundra, and Excellent English and I. Light is a way of life, except that it's not always there. The caves of ice seem especially... but I lack the word. You don't see many trees here in the defying. Sudden the charm of fissure, I mean colossal crevasses, like I could email you pronto if I only had the spirit. We could be dead, enough so, at least, to lift the veil. I mention this to comrades and we all laugh, prone to shakiness. Death isn't as cheerful as the last three movies we saw. I mean I saw, alone in the dark. They, they were elsewhere in mind. Just fitting distraction into lifestyle. But now the top mountain in all annals of top mountains, earthside division. It's the top of tallness, the highest above sea level sequencing that we can find on foot. Oh my gawd I fall from a plane, on wings of plain fear turning into greater fear and towards the end some greatness called death... No wait, I have daydreamed these particulars, in my defying of present momentum. Upward thru the surge that is read about in annals. You know annals, a way of gathering. Up we went, and going on. The script is clear but we are cold to possible nth or more, like we could ever need to sacrifice. How scary in the code! Tundra, staggering and cold is staggering and cold upside the slope. Excellent English as well, and I must be me, tho it is hard to tell. The unslaking snow bunching in the midst of dire storm confuses central heating. We'd all like to be home again, not so lost and aft of the hope. When we huddle as we need to huddle, it is without the support of Yeti. So we think but who knows. Our noses freeze, our eyes see spaces, our heart's only register. There could be love in the world, tho if we were reading the book we'd see Nepal and Tibet subsumed. Sad thing, farmed out. But again, to reiterate, the process got us. We're bound and I'm telling you. But if this is lack of love, and some economic stricture controls life as lived in life, then what the fuck, both generally and specifically? How doth this desolation allow such crunching of numbers while we struggle, and we're only three in the scheme but the balance holds all. We may gain the summit--possibly that's not to tell--but here the questions are mayhem. Certain features seem duct taped to certain features, with security composed of numbers derived laterally from growth market emergence. Ouch! I hurt my only other leg! And Tundra, and Excellent English and winding down the story until we hit the top. A beauty of a view, above clouds, like that's our own singular nature. And the storm pulls back for our breathing. And we get a long goodbye out, then gravity's our friend and enemy both. I'm telling you this story in time. In time, see, while all else. Believe me, there's a war on the world, somewhere. And those catholic tastes taking over. And those lost children adding up as mischief in the stats. Ouch! Another leg is like the other! And I'm dreaming Polynesian, just a sly coconut in the morning, a smashing gulp, and hush of waves on seaside. and planned non-obsolescence in the paradise parade feature of dreaming. Paris Hilton ventured to make this happen. PARIS HILTON of the explanation of glory, mercantile style. And Tom Cruise pulls et cetera from what is called the bag. And then I might say we're done, pulled life isn't such a package. I'll just need to see you later, when I've put the equal in. Everest as I imagine it still controls the weight.
