IV

the Viking Kirk Douglas resumes as a mighty entity of power and almost peace, in an ageless battle onwards towards the places where the sea doesn't quite overwhelm, said 16Greezl'po.

[Note the rugged texture of a rock landscape, when thought might last into decimals and outward, I thought, but not to myself, for 16Greezl'po includes that benefit of empathetic journey across parsecs of thinking about 'it'. 16Greezl'po knows the need of being in some sense of where words are from to go. I think it is a battle but human as I am, I can forget.]

[Meanwhile,
a beautiful dinner resides before Fu Manchu, blond and vigourous for a chap his age, and his arch friend and perfect nemesis, often sodden though: Sir Denis Nayland-Smith. Much to discuss, as worlds need domination within schemes of doing work. could landing in the last minute help an alien, when these stalwart trying to be can't agree on which domination makes the most sense? Alert goes to passive exhaust. We have no news until someone says so. Music into one ear and out all others. What a system!]

[Meanwhile, Emily Dickinson isn't perfect but all right. Greens shoot thru earth on their way to. Listen to the sun globe's outward showing: burning a sea if could, liquid to with golden ire of light, yet daunting in value added, trusts us to perform. We should never neglect the symbol of burning, it cooks even the green to life. So Emily, you've been in the light and dark both, how is that simple thing in your eye?]