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defy to fly, hold on to those strings lest they fray in the wind, holding time, racing green, the shifting sands of the shifting sands of, up up and away in in in time
From and of the Cloud, who can be seen in all it’s glory 2.56 minutes within.
Esme's Cloud 
And here I thought “What trickery and devilment be this”? forgetting to include the ‘then’ which I was going to try include throughout the day whenever it, as I say, “felt right”, but no matter, I watched the video with (and this is the truth) a little apprehension about being witness to the glory, imagining in the seeing of the I might be struck deaf-mute and hideously deformed, and with the power to read minds. Luckily it did not occur in that way, and now I can continue on with my day as planned.
Well, I guess I’ll be going then,
The President and Founder
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Mild mingled mind trickery indeed. I’m glad you survived the experience President and Founder, and shall keep an eye on others who have a peep to see if they transform into anything freaky then report back.
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I like that, and feel like a little beam of light after the listening.
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Yes, I find it quite hypnotic especially with the video. The ending is most unusual and flies me off across the universe whenever I hear it.
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A nice bit of metaphysics, agreed. I once, very many years ago, and whilst under an altered state of consciousness, made an agreement with 3 friends that in precisely 100 years hence, we would all meet, for myself thinking it would be as a little orb of light, beside the duck pond in Chalfont St. Giles. The problem is that I have now forgotten the date, as have the other 3 I very much suspect.
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Yes, its the date that’s the problem laughs a lot. Nice idea though, and who knows, you may well all be those orbs of light by then, merge as one and light up the night sky. (Hopefully none of you being big farters and that might not be so pleasant when combined with folks essence.)
s.u.t.C
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Yes, the date is the essential missing factor here. I would contact the other three to see if they could remember it, but I fear they could not even recall the pact itself. One of the three, I know for certain, is a keen farter, the two of us having shared my
guffgaff in downtown Gerrards Cross at one point. Another, I suspect, a denier, being altogether too spiritual for anal effluvium. The third, having trained himself to withhold such releases on account of what has now become his rather stern family life, wherein under burps are no longer permitted.LikeLiked by 1 person
Blimey, he must be a hell of a windbag then falls about. It reminds me of a few films I’ve seen but cannot quite recall. A group of men make a pact to meet up every…ten years? So many years anyhoo, and…something to do with forfeiting their souls if they do not appear….that might be quite wrong…but they do all met up, even those who are dead do so in ghostly form.
sonmi scratching her head and pulling at her beard upon the Cloud
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I read just the other day that if one farts, burps and sneezes simultaneously, then one dies in the process. [Warning to readers: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME]
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What a way to go.
Blimey.
sonmi devoid of wind as she is an alien, so safe upon the Cloud
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Readers: The humble snart is safe to practise of course. Just don’t burp as you snart.
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