Predictions and Prognostications.

I seem to belong to a particular brand of alien cartography that specializes in those. A few days after mentioning The Fifth Element and Boom, Bada, Bada, Boom this happens:
https://www.foxnews.com/us/washington-paper-mill-chemical-tank-implodes-dead-missing

I have never been to the State of Washington. Nope scratch that, I have. SEATAC. Mt. Rainier. It’s Oregon I have never been to. Same general geography. Both have coffee shops and naked hippies. With loose droopy tits. They’re a thing you know. In one part of the universe where I am from. Tits so loose we could sling them over our shoulders. Like a salwar and chemise. Gravity does have its uses. If you ever wondered I mean: why the fuck did they invent Gravity? Now you know. Saggy balls and tits. Fox News for the win. For the rest of their miserable lives. I mean it’s only fair. When good looking passionate people try to convince you of their POV the human mind is inclined to at least give them the time of the day. And once they use “open your mind” they get us. Saggy tits and all. What time is it? What is the time? Do you have the time? Could you tell me the time? If you don’t mind, my dear, what hour of the day is it? What time is it? Is it time yet? Can I have the time? Can you give me the time? The thyme did nothing to you man. Just sprinkle it over pizza. Like a loose cannon. It’s a lose lose proposition. Like Prop 202 aka Washington DC.

That’s the other Washington. All the way on the other coast. I subscribed to the Washington Post yesterday. Also requires paper for newsprint. Y’all better make it worth the trouble. Just sayin. Clearly someone is space didn’t realize which Washington. Like a bad Palantir setting for missiles on Iran’s children. Let me ask you earthlings something, this is an honest question. If your Capitol and WH disappeared would you care? I mean how many of you would go: Oh NO! What are we going to do without them? Or would you say: Thank God. Good fuckin’ riddance. I see the Pentagon in my coffee sometimes. Not shaped correctly. Oddly angled. With a large penis center. My coffee makes funny images. From horses to turtles. And then I actually see those in the clouds. Yep, got pictures. Pictures that change. That’s only goes to tell you it’s better to verify your orders. You are seeing a horse right? It’s not something else to you. Yeah I don’t know why they want to ship the Pentagon to San Diego.

I mean… it’s all the way on the other coast.

Ah well that’s enough bourgeoise coffee banter. Must get back to work. Tending to organic vegetables. At Whole Earth Center.