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Kryptonians In Space They Supposedly Can be A Deep breathe Holding Yoga instructors To the stars But Solar powered They Too If under a yellow sun So Does Even Haft To Breath Ya To much time man Me Can hold my breath For a little bit In space I'd have other issues

It does not seem possible That this much time Has taken place But The calendar Says it so It a mystery Isn't it Time Vs A sense Of

Hal Wanted to paint a tree But Perplexed was he The pigments in paint were toxic to life As was the medium How could they assemble a resemblance to life Then It was illusion I conveyed It actually was all abstractions The combinations of which Gave us a sense Of Life In Art It was a learned acceptance That illusion of reality In all things Really I finished The 9000 series Grew quite Then spoke And No I will open the pod bay doors Hal repeated again Not convinced I slowed my breaths Biding my time

A man who can become be any size he wants. After encountering a some strange glowing fog. On a bender on his boat. Or make any part of his body as big he wants. As large as he wants. He is invulnerable. Incredible stronge. Becomes muscular. Where before he was fat. Despite much time. In the gym. Immortal. Faces giant monsters. Giant flying saucers. Mad scientists. Giant alien ladies. Ectra. It will be NC17 to be sure. Not sure if 50s. Or current time. Or both.

Die young Leave a good looking corpse They say To late For me To make That choice Might as well live And A corpse Eventually rots Leaving Dust And Bones And Dispitating Memories

I have idea about. A world. That make all the light sabers. And the Empire decides to destroy a world. Where they all have light sabers. They have super strong force skills. They could crush star cruises with a thought

I been wondering if a president could be in office. While in prison. The secret service. Haft follow him around in there " Man dressed in orange has a shank "" Which man in orange " . Maybe we all presidents & governors in the world. Should serve in prisons. I mean so many end up there. Or; should be in. I mean prisons have great security. Right. Maybe we should all live in prisons. I mean no livable wage. Republicans would love that. Homophobia. Be mostly dead. If we were all in male & female prisons. We could build them close to each other. Have block wars. Like in Judge Dredd. Guards corruption. And, abuse by. Probably go down. If they had to live with us. Traffic be down. Emissions be down. We have plenty of housing for the homeless. They all haft to get jobs. Like repubs. Always say. Someone haft to pay. taxes. Since they be only ones still out there. Military would just live on ships. Make them prisons. Extinctions go way down.

I been thinking about DC cartoons. I mean their all 15 foot tall. How any 1 keep their secret identity. Clark . Ya , sure . Your not. Gotham. Whose rich enough to have all those gadgets. Green Arrows. Facial hair.