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William Shakespeare was a Pole. He got a head start on rhyming by browsing through the Cracow directory as a boy. Queen Elizabeth I imported him to write sonnets and passed off his accent as East Glastonbury. I know all about it. That's why it was so easy for him to use nouns as verbs. Carl Sagan is still alive. Scientists like Sagan are too resourceful to die. He faked his death to boost sales of his science fiction novel Contact. He made sure to close his movie deal before he fled his atheist doom for the refuge of a specially insulated space station in high Earth orbit. I know all about it. Fully shielded from the deterioration of free radicals and gravity, his next film may feature measurable footage of the stars expanding. And David Skerkowski is a prophet. A physical examination showed no traces of LSD anywhere in his system on all three life spanning, temporally overlapping instances in which he says he encountered metaphysical beings. On top of that, he fits the classic profile as the very last choice among his fellow men. I know all about it. God never picks the same messiah we would. Until next time, I'm Edgar Kreskin Junior saying, if controlled dreaming can turn the outstretched legs of an approaching seagull into the long loins of a beautiful woman, just imagine how great heaven must be. |
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Monday, April 17, 2017
I Know All About It (April 17, 2017)
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