Two hours left before I administer the last set of microinjections. I loaded a set of Kepler’s works to play, as I meditate. If I touched his mind before, I should touch it again. Maybe Brahe’s nose will work as a meditation point. Imaging planets with noses should emphasize the motion and remind me of Kepler.
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How did the experiment go last night? You don’t classify as roadkill anymore because no one would eat you, now. See, the sky’s buzzard free.
Nothing went right.
I figure that when I found you hiding here. It’s your hidey-hole. People can’t even see you standing, with all theses freaking bushes. Did you tape the experiment? I could use another laugh. This fucking tape promises to hold even more rip-roarers, than the last.
This should make you happy. Come on, we can use mom’s office again?
So what happened?
I ended up in the wrong head. I aimed for Kepler but landed on Brahe.
Who’s Brahe? …show more content…
I could use a bigger, bedroom, too. This shelf holds the vibes from other designers; which, I study and this shelf holds my prototypes.
Did you finish my NSYNC set of vibrators?
Yeah, they're over there. Leave me one, I may want one for my marketing campaign.
What marketing campaign?
I’ve tinkered around with making sex toys, but now I plan to launch a business.
Cool.
Even cooler, check out my banana.
Uh, it’s pink.
That’s my promotional campaign.
A pink banana?
Turn out the light and move aside; my banana doesn’t share the spotlight. Now, watch it strip.
A self-peeling banana with its own striptease music, kind of clever. Who’s the Burka Barbie?
She’s my Inanna. The seven peels represent the seven veils.
So you made an Inanna banana.
I made her more than just a banana; take her home; she'll do much more than your boy band boy toy. Promise to try her.
Sure, I’ll use her as a warm up act and Timberlake will handle the finale. She reminds me of Oscar.
Yeah, I got the idea from the
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How did the experiment go last night? You don’t classify as roadkill anymore because no one would eat you, now. See, the sky’s buzzard free.
Nothing went right.
I figure that when I found you hiding here. It’s your hidey-hole. People can’t even see you standing, with all theses freaking bushes. Did you tape the experiment? I could use another laugh. This fucking tape promises to hold even more rip-roarers, than the last.
This should make you happy. Come on, we can use mom’s office again?
So what happened?
I ended up in the wrong head. I aimed for Kepler but landed on Brahe.
Who’s Brahe? …show more content…
I could use a bigger, bedroom, too. This shelf holds the vibes from other designers; which, I study and this shelf holds my prototypes.
Did you finish my NSYNC set of vibrators?
Yeah, they're over there. Leave me one, I may want one for my marketing campaign.
What marketing campaign?
I’ve tinkered around with making sex toys, but now I plan to launch a business.
Cool.
Even cooler, check out my banana.
Uh, it’s pink.
That’s my promotional campaign.
A pink banana?
Turn out the light and move aside; my banana doesn’t share the spotlight. Now, watch it strip.
A self-peeling banana with its own striptease music, kind of clever. Who’s the Burka Barbie?
She’s my Inanna. The seven peels represent the seven veils.
So you made an Inanna banana.
I made her more than just a banana; take her home; she'll do much more than your boy band boy toy. Promise to try her.
Sure, I’ll use her as a warm up act and Timberlake will handle the finale. She reminds me of Oscar.
Yeah, I got the idea from the