Purse Lane is an alley between Rolling VuSe and Pleiadian Meadows. The TRUE Earthborn are there, they charge solar panels on sunny days and all types of VOLTs the rest of the time. They grow flowering nettles in their Victory Gardens and the sweet fragrance of Original Earth permeates the air.
With deep gratitude, they forage an infinite abundance of varied food for their Moveable Feasts, and Scare City is so far out of their jurisdiction that it rarely enters their consciousness AND never their spheres.
The Scientist entered the gates to Hangar 17 for Rosencrantz Airlines. TS1 agent stopped him. “Passport please, sir”. A little nervous about his tats, he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his passport.
“Kenneth Apophis Wheeler of the Clan McBride. Where are you headed?”
“Sierra 1011”
TS1 looked in Wheeler’s carry-on baggage and found two large plastic bags.
“What’s in these bags?”
“Oh that’s my beach. I take it everywhere I go. It’s like – pay dirt.”
TS1 opened the bags, sniffed the contents, tasted it, then ran it through the scanners.
“All clear, sir. Safe and pleasant journeys.”
Targetted. We don’t weaponize our beaches. You may need to bone up on your math, because your science sucks. The only transport you may be cleared to board on MY Rail System is the OX Cart. Yet one greater AND more ancient than Israel is here.
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