Name that name. You don't say. Radio waves. App your cell.

It takes one to know that it takes two to go.  

No level, just the one. Yours is fine or whatever. Forever. Just for fun.

Try it!

A. I. Is it the A more than the I or is it U the only Y? Do try. Go fly. Eat π! 

First one of a second season, for no reason. Never prison. You have too much to too much, and then I will cause' I do. They are the tusk and so are you!

More bitching space.

So we've been digging the kicking. The lesson learned at the deep-end. The wannabe and the deacon. Walking and talking the written. The written on the wallpaper. The dreamer can be the maker. The rock can mimic the scissors. Whatever name of the season. What kind of prison is freedom. What kind of black is the widow. What is the rhyme of the reason. Is that a plane or an eagle. In other words I can pray it but why repeating the saying when other worlds are arriving, a new horizon is flying. A new game is starting now.

"I am a 100% 50/50" -D.G.

Hey strangers. Hey one more. Here is the shining nine step to the next step and so on ,and then that, this and those. Multidimensional baby, baby steps, baby-bot. The sound in itself ain't optical. No joke! but oh yes, so practical! Solidity in the clear. Electric in the opaque. What other true manifest of adorable sage, semi-confusion words and 2D-fusion songs, do you need, know, or bless? Mind your damn astro-nature, because it is just what you gracefully adventure when you own your mean-bot. You are here to explore the realms. Of what? Of everything. That, that you feel like exploring or not, or yes, or freeze. Explore the possibilities within the possibilities and then come back with something so you can leave so silly. You are one and then some others. Some body. Also some one. I don't know what to tell you but you already know that. (Thanks to Fred, Andrea, Tom, Justin and Pablo. The golden helmet for each one of you.)