Ufo Intervention: The Biography of a Beast Throughout History

Copyright © 2013 by Raymond J. Burt.

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Contents

Author’s Biography of Interests

Author’s Notes and Biography

The biography of a Beast throughout history

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Conclusion

Author’s Biography of Interests

I’m a 55 year old gentleman and ex Australian trooper in the 2nd commando company of the Australian army and I like to live it up either in the streets with the boys having a few coffees with my mates down the street and going to street cafes and the likes of la perchetta and laying off the women in droves online, but on the serious side I have my eye firmly affixed on the idea of finding a wife usually online with the dating agencies on the computer either with the rsvp.com or the oasis and I like to talk with people on face book and getting out and about; doing the shopping.

I like to bury my sympathies in helping others; I joined the order of the golden dawn; a American based freemasons so to speak and I like going to the bands in the publican and the rest and I enjoy a night out with a girl, I’m yet to find . . . . I like collecting dvd’s and writing my books I’m an author and I like delving into the unknown with the spiritualism and the likes of the tarot and I like meditating on the themes and I like to travel and hope to go to Europe and the Americas and I hope to buy my own house and have my choice in my own life not someone else’s and I like watching television and romantic dinners at home with a girl and I like going to the cinemas and the likes of travelling to other places.

I also travel to cities and I hope in my quest for a relationship I will find the right person, I read poetry and write books, my paramount writing is the autobiography that your reading hopefully have been writing for the past 8 years and I like surfing the net and I enjoy going on recreation outings to the local west side where we see protagonists and the magicians and the like of the whole stream of entertainers and I like to go on road trips to cities and seeing the symphony and the theatre and the Shepparton club and the likes of the opera house and the other live events and meeting people at church not a very avid churchgoer but a good listener and people I find interesting; I like to visit people in the visitations through the lord; I am a christian and try to help others a kind of Christianity at home a my visits of my friends and the business acquaintances and the likes of the accountant and the friends from other places and look at the girls sometimes they smile back but with hurried glances, run to the book shops and collect looks and the books and the other lifelong interests going out to writers group and eating out at night; I like the wilderness of the trees and bush-land and the flying in jets to other places flying after a saucer experience, fascinates me and I like to walk the streets with people and the parks and gardens and I like motor sport and the racing and I enjoy making friend and socializing out in the open with barbecues and the like of parties and the dinners and soft music and rock and roll out or at home on the stereo with my dear friends and confidantes and the likes of talking with people. I collect film classics and stamps and I don’t like to stay at home or be ordered by people who are clearly tyrants in my own home; I collect electrical gadgetry and the odds and ends for the computer and I like to do courses and I like to stay in touch with my friends on the phone and wait for my cousins to visit and the dear ones the nephews and the aunts and uncles and the nieces I stay in touch with online . . .

Author’s Notes and Biography

I believe the book is about the author and the time is the 6 year old and I’m sure you wish to know about me. The bloke used to go out of the boats at the wonderment of the small child and the sea and the squalls of the ocean and I’m sure the state school and the misses lorry and the rest and the chicanery that followed and the work in the chapel street shop and the bankruptcy and the starvation that followed and the type of people my mum and dad were to us and the type of luck we had as the adopted kids and the like of the brother and the two sisters and the book is about the rigors and the work place and the working class family at odds with itself and the workers of the day and the types of the family how we joined together to find each other in one struggle after another I am sure you will enjoy it too find the girl of my dreams the rest of the family struggling with the wacky wheels and the agreement in those days were handshake and back slap and the rest of the good will and the likes of the whole of the Briar Hill and the Watsonia Tech and the rest of the rigmoral and the rest of the school age rampant denial of the horror of growing up with the retarded child and the trouble there was in trying to go after a dream I believe in retrospect they were a good family and the life they gave me was special but I moved to broadmeadows and was he lost one and the near death experiences with the bke and the rebellion I was at evens with the tyrant father who owns people and the type of romances I had despite the father and not in spite of him but the girls loved me and accepted me for who I was and in the chair didn’t make any difference and I was the fighter and I looked to dad but he wasn’t there except for the belief in himself and you’ll learn one day son the way my dad taught me to look after myself in the old school and I don’t want to b cruel much but your not our blood you were adopted and despite this my mother often said to me how is it son and we’ll 9have the candle in the window and the busk there with you; I believe in you son and it wasn’t enough I wanted a girl and still look for the right woman and I do believe they taught me to be whom I was and they endeared themselves as I did to my grandma and rthe likes of the rest I rebelled and moved to broadie and the gang there taught me to drink and I was the street kid for a while; I was placed in a corrupt institution for my own welfare and I was told not to be human and think for myself by the bullies under the mental health act and the government are discriminatory and I believe they don’t care about the cripple and they told me to go on drugs and tolarat the institution and they ordered me as an insult to my upbringing and my whole life was changed and I hate the way they run my life and they placed me on mindbending drugs so as I complied with the bigotry I was surrounded with; I ran and went to a happy life in Wangaratta and when I bought a house and went to friends for help I was dobbed in and told I was not permited to run a normal life and I was insulted and ordered and bullied and harassed by the establishment and I was asked to go back to Melbourne by the Police and was instituted an order against me to go into an institiution and told I wasn’t human and didn’t have rights and I believe I’m on the run again

I lived in a place called Briar Hill near Greensborough I mixed it with the borough boys and the other hooligans from school the Watsonia technical school I grew up a bit of a lone person and was often mixing with the wrong type I was in the school of hard knocks with the parents fairly devout and authoritarian in their own particular valued parentage, I often got the strap and belted up by the bully and they gave me a hiding if I didn’t conform to my parents and their wishes the parents were very strict I came from a family of a brother and two sisters and was too meet up the gang after I left school I went on various different jobs and became a rally driver and the navigator in professional car rallies in me taught me well in the art of reading a map for the army reserve which I was a infantrymen and a commando in the transport corps later on in life I was bought up with the girl of my dreams but met and had many other romances let us say they were fleeting moments and they would result in me moving to Broad-meadows and the town a countryside town of Dallas where I mixed with the wrong type of people and nearly got my head blown off by unnamed characters and went to an mental asylum and whilst I was mixing with the wrong types I had met the rough necks and the mob; I saw in the streets exchanging notes and the girls with romance here and there.

The biography of a Beast throughout history

I steered the ship. It felt very warm as it flew through space. I looked at the spacecraft as it flew through time. I looked carefully as it created a wormhole. I flew the craft Interstellar Space as the ship dived for cover under the vortices of the parameter of the moon called Titan, our moon they stated to me as the ship flew about in time. I looked at the ship; it was an invertebrate. I cried as the nuclear implement told me itself that the craft had nowhere to go, I looked carefully as the flight lieutenant examined me. They looked at me as they wanted me to keep flying the ship. They worked feverishly. They looked again at me, and I was flying up the side of the craft. They collided with the planet and laughed at the ship flying at light speed. They asked me if it’s all right with me if they looked again. I created a wormhole as the ship traversed the antimatter zone, and suddenly I cried, I have done a mistake. The ship thinks it’s taking me to the zone of the beguiled. I looked again; they were sailing through time. The lights glowed in the distance. I asked them a question. What if the ship doesn’t like to be told where we are traveling?

We know the ship is yours to travel where you want. We know the craft is the naked prefix of Lucifer. We are just wondering if it can be you after you pass away. We know there is a face on the deep that prohibits us from telling you.

We are the moons of the said Saturn. We know you won’t publish this book, and if you do, we will look at you to erase the whole said occurrence. We are very likeminded. We know how to make you pay for your sins. You have six billion crimes against humanity and they are irremovable. We know the said shape of things to come are the said planetary busters of the ship. We are sure they don’t like it.

"We are the sales of the said universe of disruptor coils. We are the ship if you like, and we don’t like to be ordered around by the king of cosmic theorem. We know that is a mistake, so we won’t call him and you won’t print this out unless you want to take it to writers group in Sydney. We know you will read it to a few of those people, and they will take it home to study, but we insist you don’t yet until we are finished.

"We are from Titan, the moons of Saturn. We know you realize nothing can live on Saturn and that’s why we say it. We know you will probably launch ships to Saturn otherwise, and we realize you are writing a narration of events as they happen and we fully realize this book won’t ever be published otherwise the author will have a stroke. And we know the problem is he wants to write and we realize he isn’t the only one that wants to write a book on UFOs. We are aware that the master of cosmic theorem prohibits the use of us, and we will explain why. We know the writers write everything down as they hear it. That’s why we aren’t going to tell too many secrets, just the method behind the secrets. That way you will work it out as parables. We know the parable of space/time is the time frequency. We also know that time cycles around the entire race of humanoids, and we are sure and tell you if it isn’t right with us to erase the lot. We know for one that the writer will live forever. He will write for the rest of his life happily and you girls leave him alone. If he wants to write like this, let him. He does it because it is a passion of his, and we know what that means. He will happily write this book and publish when we say so.

"We told you of the girls in your life. They were all but pleasantly surprised at the book published, and one forgot you and said not to bother you. We are of the mind that anyone that cares would have interrupted and said she isn’t worth it and she is after something and she doesn’t like to be told and she is this. Well, the girl you were with was the last girl you will ever have. We know for a fact that the lady was there because she thought you were a tough biker. She knew you were after the love of your life and she held fast with the parents, and they thought you were a bushy. She was there as your girlfriend and your mistress and she knew the parents of yours are there by the way to protect you, and we know what that means, don’t we? We are the biker people that rode with you on the bike and told the cops where to get off. And more about that later and more to say about you and the girl. We won’t ask who it is that made you into that fiend. The cops didn’t understand, but we do, and we know how fast you type and don’t quite believe it. We are here as the corporals of the Australian army of the cigarette fighters of the world and we know you, so don’t argue the point with the families. And we know you’re after a girl without a mother or you were so you could take over, and what was it with you? You were after a lady that had never been touched or something. From the age of seven, they are touched and they are happy, and baby Jenny was yours for a while. And she knew that and she said she loved you. And she said she was the lady for you and she was a cousin not allowed and we see the lot was after you forever, being there for the girl. And they thought it was something it was not. Seductive they thought and they were wrong. You loved each other and we know that. They smiled and said it wasn’t fair, and they knew you or they thought they knew you.

We know for a fact the lady of your life left a bit begrudgingly, looked at you and smiled at you. She was after the teddy bear. She found that man of her dreams. She asked if it’s all right with you if we don’t argue the point with the big bad aliens, and we asked you to tell her what happened to her. We asked you if there was a problem between you two, and we know what happened between you two. You nicked off with another woman, a two-bit floozy that needed a good you know what. We are ashamed that you let her go so easy that. The trust was gone, and she was peddled out the door on a cement truck before you had time to be together over the lady that asked if it might be all right not to. We know the lady was the lady of your dreams, and we know she was there for a minute. And she waited for you while you went and did something to another girl. Well, too bad. She was out for a good time with another, and we see it as you were there to get even. And you didn’t know what you wanted, thereby constituting a parable in life, and never look back please. We are aliens and we know how it goes between man and woman. We are to ask.

Mammoth

Chapter 1

We often had parties that raged on until the early hours of the morning. We went to Noah’s still and to the twenty-four-hour nightspots, where we would have steaks together and often frequented my favourite hangout out in the bush called Nagambie. I went there several times with the girl and often boiled the billy, and the camp was very exciting. We both had a great time of it and visited the winery—Mac Cleans winery and the chateau nearby or meant to. I went camping all over Victoria and followed the car rallies and often helped out, as control point official, meanwhile often winding up in hospital due to my drinking habits. I was an alcoholic and a heavy smoker and had an affinity for the dope occasionally. Well, after a few years we learned the locals in Broad-meadows were out for trouble and often robbed the place while we were away, but we were very happy together.

I was sitting at home with the caregivers when one moment elapsed. I looked at the clock; the time froze for an instant. I wondered where I was. A voice boomed a across the room; it was a friend. She cried at me, You are to behave yourself.

A tiny person darted across the room; he smiled. I’m from the other space, the space in between the space. As the microbe had appeared to me before, an energy displacement unit or saucer, the logos said to me, I pronounce you dead. The thermo graphics of the matter says to us we must consider you as a UFO space pilot. We will, but we won’t ask if you are sure you wish to write this book. We know of the purple people eater wishes us to astound you with a perilous journey from the earth to another planet. We consider the pipe smoking and the cigars a mental deterrent. We say this, ‘Give them up.’ We also say they are organ transplant devices. We must assume that you have smoked for quite some time. We are doctors of philanthropy not the surgeons you were onboard with last time! They compromised. We are to assume you are asking us if we went back to our home planet after the last time. We notice they have. Your doctors are so quaint. Researching into artificial cells for feeding the root races of the world . . . They might not like what sort of super humanoid they happen along with . . . We see the Nazi regime tried the blue eyes. Aryan life form was a bit psychotic for their uses of a long life and heartache. We have asked you one question.

I answered, I don’t appear to be like-minded enough to further the research into transplants.

The space people replied, How about we take you on a trip of a lifetime? And yes, you can fly the ship. We are not exhumed enough for the study into cloning sufficient enough for our dire needs.

I replied, I know you people are trying to help. But may I ask will you help me with my enemies? I need to ask this because the girls here in this establishment are a bit wearing on the duty of care.

The aliens smiled. Duty of care is a term we don’t care to use! Excuse the pun, to use or flag around a lot in our business of caring for the legless, toothless mongrels we have the displeasure to look after, and we ask not to blame the poor little cripple with the mistakes you make out. The whining nanny goat has the ability to think for him-self. He doesn’t know he is four years old. He doesn’t understand the difference between right and wrong. He knows the women have something between the legs, and he doesn’t mind that!

We see it as disgruntled fact of life that he as many others do seem very awkward in their approach to life. He doesn’t know about the little people. He asks very liberally if he may shout at a five-year-old. We ask this. Is Robert the only one in the house of misfits and misguided people? He has to alert them to their shortcomings. We see Oscar as the pear-shaped liquor cabinet that has an appetite. So what if he enjoys his food? He does have a lingo all of his own and comments a fact of spade is an intrinsic spade of the matter of choice for the homely of the guest speaker for the Roman Catholic arch cardinal. We see we have boasted enough on the shortcomings of Lewis in the cream pie factory, they added.

We are sure the ladies would have please and thank you imprinted on them when they went to the grave. We are sure they don’t mind sharing the milk and honey of the household with you. We would like furthermore to say. The whole place including the ‘boss cockney’ is the most of the rule book concaved to suit the incorporated geniuses. We see the bone she has to cook as a whining moaning boss that loves people but can’t handle the position she is in-depth in. The cookie monster needs telling he is not too, the space people spoke.

Any further conceited ideas from a staff member should be addressed to us, via a post office box of lonely hearts. We see the apes of the incorporated self-care as the boss’s union with security blanket, secularised as the house. We ask furthermore are we to be stood up by the said security of the said institution. We will barter the for and against of the human rights probability curve better known as dribble, under the ship of the dribble star ship. We have seen the little portrait of us on your scribbled up bit of paper and it glamorized us.

We seek to have them under the cuff of legitimately speaking world thrust upon us. We are the aliens from a far-off country of the United States. We see you have been attacked by the master of cosmic theorem. Would you like us to speak of as aliens be it not to glamorize the outset of the ordeal you are in? We are the ones that have been attacking the year 2000 foremost, a way of point of view. We ask that you don’t ask us to think about the repercussions of such an era of forgotten myth. The word is he came to earth and sought out the golden child as the foregone conclusion. He cried when he found out the era of the Romans was at bay. He knew the whole of the world was up in flames to speak of Hitler. We as aliens do ask that you not persevere in the likeness of the antichrist. We are the firm believers in the Christ child that came to earth and died for our sins. Oh cry, says the lord whose infidelity of the whole judicial system of the innermost Pilate. We are to ask if this is not the way to get strung up by the fingernails. We are the devout people that have you by the cufflinks. We have heard of the flights they flew into the crystalline towers. Flight 94 was it not? We are sure the thousands of peoples who languished at the base of the crime were told not to by al Qaeda. Osama Bin Laden is a pirate and should be shot or strung up by the toenails. We have nothing but contempt for the languishing of souls that died at the base of the giant pyramid. We see the crystalline towers or the world trade buildings as the finish, as of mankind at its merriment. We are to assume you have other world trade buildings.

We see the onus is upon the owners and the kindly benefactors, namely the Presidential Aid. We ask that if the president feels flying at thirty thousand feet above the disaster is protecting the lonely hearts as they fell to their doom, we seek to feel wiser. We know something isn’t quite right when a war is started, namely, two wars for the crime to be allowed justice. We know the world sheriff is at evens to be quite allowed the atonement for the said crimes of humanity. Are we to assume they will set off Point David accorded with the doomsday device or will they leave it to us with our flying gimmickry? We are the said aliens of the re-entry vehicle to Mars. We don’t already assume you know the whole of the earth’s treatise on sparks. The movement of the China dish in the year 2012 is already in motion or the move succeeds the wishes of the commonwealth. We ask you this. Are we the aliens that have to stand by and watch as you blow up the only green planet left for our ships and the proliferation of devices? We will have nowhere else to go.

We openly defy remark on this point of fact. We know they will in all possibilities of the known world ask can this be true of the point that the aliens have openly told us what to do with our new world order. We know the aliens since 1993 have committed heinous crimes against me. We are to assume they have asked the master to attack. We are to levy the whole of the known world against you.

We ask is there enough of the Aztecs left or the Inca Indians to speak of, to literally argue the point about the year 2012. We see it as a turning point in our universe, and no, we won’t come to visit to stop things as they happen. The tsunami off the coast will cause many different effects. We seek to ask if there might be a way. We are to establish a union with bilateral thinkers on the effects of thinkers in this modern world! We as aliens have noted the greenhouse effect. We have noted the whole of space time. The ozone is a cumulative effect. We know the whole world will render dangerously to the term. We can’t help if it all goes pear shaped. We might ask a few scientists or technicians if the whole earth is headed for a catastrophe. We are known by these thinkers as ready to invade the planet to stop the trouble from happening. We are sure you and your compatriots are designing a new world alongside the old one! We can help with the matter-of-fact way you design the outer shell. We see the earth as a shape in the paramount species. We don’t mean to be unlike you, but we do ask if there’s a way we might examine you and your belongings further. We are to ask why the smoky factories are being allowed. Why are they so polluting of the way of life that furthers extinction of your way of life? We as aliens are race bred to extinction. We know there is a way we can further the poison that defeats us. We like to come to earth to argue the point with you and your politicians. We don’t ask the way we choose the right and commonplace attitude of the masses. We are asking you if there might be a way we might repopulate the world. We don’t mean to be unhappy at your people.

We are the aliens of a colony that succeeds us. We ask the population of the given world, the state that forbids us from being who we are, just as you in that hospital or prison features the length of stay that you endure. Do you ask that you would prefer not to spend the rest of your life with the nurse and the likeable ladies of the home? They are very forthright. They tell others they are the who’s who of the housework, they ask if you are ready to go to bed just to empower themselves. They equilibrate the power structure of who goes where and at what time. I know that these people are willing and dedicated as regards the terms of the financial agreement. We are sure the whole of the civilized world are all for the whole Health Incorporated. We know the health care professionals are there to help. Just like the king and the queen structure is non-permanent, we see the whole of the world down on top of you, when a simple cussing at them would bring about the king to the queen affair. We are the whole working man’s society; we know the people are the whole load, and we realize the monarchists are the help. We are the king’s men. We are the society of Republicans. We know the queen’s people or officers of the queen can equilibrate the whole life of pores we have growing in and out of the saucer. We are the men of the county of the well-to-do. We know the military were up in arms to get the best out of the world to defend the planet. We know the military are governors of their own right. The governors condemn that we are the governors of our own species of intellectual puppets and the ladies of the establishment are groomed for the well-being of your care at heart.

The somewhat people’s army are those who worship the queen as some kind of goddess. We are sure the amiable Prince with the French kiss on the babies; by the Royals. We are the worshippers of creed and doubtless sin. We are sexual deviants of a race of transsexuals. We don’t understand societies need to establish a focal point on or where the whole lot of the population debases itself on the U.S. Military. I believe the U.S. Military as a necessary evil condemned to justify itself on the destruction on the rest of the earth; the world sheriff is right! We are aliens and we justify the means to rendering the earth as a burnt-out shell if we choose to do so. We have seen what the militia are capable of doing with the Taliban. We know they want to destroy all of human life and we persist in the ideals that these people are in it for the oil sheiks. We know the tank of gas is the only relevant purpose in life to these Yanks, and we see to it that the oil sheiks are the rulers of the pent-up rulers we feel are out to rule. The Chinese are the superpower like it or not. The Russians are out with their nuclear weapons and their bankrupt society of greedy people. As for Health Incorporated, we see it as a political ego with a busted craw with rules to suit. We are that way around governments. The key word is the the, if you ever use a curse or anything like the type of séance you use with the grand order of the golden dawn we hear you are with. The Internet is filled with such garbage as the crown on your head; instead it’s on the U.S. government who runs the thing. It’s the military that owns you with the Internet connection. We know of the NORAD, in Cheyenne mountain, Montana! They are always launching the missiles from there. We are not sure, but the whole place, the crystal palace, is loaded with ICBMs. We see the defence of Point David as the doomsday device. It yearns the interest of ICBM’s, as it dwindles slowly in the distance, trying to figure out when to launch their doomsday. We are of the thought that opinionated struggle between them and Russia will destroy the planet one day and the Taliban with it; we are sure the whole of the Eastern side of the United States will condemn the rest of the world into a subterfuge of activity. As for your small island and your leaders and rule makers of the house, we don’t see it any different than prison. The prisoners whitewash everything; everything must be placed under scrutiny. The lords of the palace of dreams must be harshly spoken, for we know the Health Incorporated needs the political muscle when all you have to do is buy shares. And no, that is wrong. You coerce the argument with spending, and it’s your own money. You have the right to remain silent.

We think as aliens we are very thoughtful about you people capturing us and making us your second fiddle for all the distress we have supposedly made in the world. We are not sure, but you people have left us for the devil. We know you like Area 51. The Internet provides most of the information you people know about us and it’s correct!

We are the alien species you have captured on tape with all the hallmarks of the given race. We know about your Internet and do and don’t discover anything new about the covenant you have made with yourselves over the Net—com. We know the whole trouble is your loving the wrong kind of people with your Nancy and your Doris and your Ann Lee Jones and the other women you pretend to resist the temptation of the fascist move into the proverbial corner with the let-her-go before she finds out about the other one! We are at odds in understanding how commonplace you are with these girls you have had or thought you had. They know about the romantic scenes of genera. We know the ladies have you where they want you. Just don’t be at all surprised if they launch a political muscle of protons against you. We are of the thought that you are a human understudy to us! We know you! We know you are the girls’ potential property. We also know the girls in the well-established county of the lighthouse are at odds with you believing them not to say we aren’t the type to love a woman. We are sure and we confiscate the whole idea of you going out by yourself and leaving the house for a moment of peace and quiet whilst being victimized by the felon that sees you as a false entity! We know being human has its points and unique boundaries. We are said animals of our own near-sighted points of view on others’ degrees of speculation, and it’s only when you drink that cup and forsake the others for what’s really important veritably who is the most important and not the criticisms of others that we realize we all have the wisdom and the strengths to make do with who and what we already have. We are authors of our own unique paradox in time; we know this to be eventfully so, and the alienability and the strengths we hold so dear to us make us indeed so precious to one another. We see your starving monkeys or as the USA as after a ‘Goodness me did we blow up that cycle’; they seed the old woman with, and the superfluous are air dropped to the starving Third World countries and the fateful bombers of the old one as the civil war between the masses as categorical no! The starvation preludes the finish of mankind. We know they are weak, but what about India with their nuclear weapons? We see Pakistan and the rest of the thieving countries of the earth as a threat to depopulate the earth. We know something that will shock you. We are the most inhuman people you can find, and we don’t like to see these countries crying out for more and more strife while there is a world war in the making from the black civil libertarians. We know they are poor, yet we seek to have the lot outlawed by governments across the world. They don’t seem to realize when they are well off. With AIDs, we know for a given fact the governments spoil for a fight amongst the wealthy of the virgin countries of lice-producing isotopes. We know they are the wealthiest, including the Chinese that have a nuclear storehouse of jewels and arms and munitions! We don’t mind sitting here watching you destroy yourselves with nuclear weapons, but we do mind the way you build your nuclear shuttles with air bursts above the planets. We know you have tried and tried to stop nuclear proliferation between the countries while the richest of nations hold the nuclear storehouses of ICBMs; it is extortion on the other countries’ backs, and we see it as a waste of time. We are sure they will use them on us one of these days and we don’t like to admit it, but war of the worlds is entirely possible. We don’t hold you responsible, but you people are headed for extinction as the first pirates to inhabit the earth with germs like ours. We don’t do it to you, so don’t do it to us!

We are saying that not only do you hold the earth to ransom, you hold the fate of the given world in your hands. We don’t bother with people like you. We are asking nicely: are you the proprietors of the planet or are you all like that? We can’t stand by and watch you destroy our world as well! We are the egg donors of the given race of atomic beings who destroyed our once prolific country. We know you are after to communicate with us with your telescopes and other arthritis and other space-borne diseases. We know you have AIDS and cancer and other airborne diseases. We don’t know why with spending billions of dollars on space you wish to inhabit other worlds. We don’t like to say this but the whole of the given world is poor. We are sure you want us here by with us. We don’t feel it our responsibility to teach you how not to live a normal life. We are sure you and your people are responsible with your genes and your planetary devices. Your genes contribute to the fallacy that the given world has a lot to answer for. We ask that you remain poor and needy. Then others will come along and inhabit your world’s economy. We say stay away from us until you are ready to accept others on their own terms not yours. We know you people are eager to make contact with far advanced civilizations and their riches of knowledge. To put it bluntly, we don’t want you there with us!

We are the furthermost authority on advanced civilizations. We know there are races out there who are scared to meet you. We are sure there are others who would gladly overtake your civilization, and we know they don’t need you there with them either. We are to ask you: are we enough for your advanced way of life or is there a way of saying we seek you out? We don’t like to be not able to pursue our happiness. We do know we aren’t the only life form out there. We are to ask simply in the vaguest terms. Can we assume you are the mortals and we are the logos from the hereafter? We know something of the future of your way of life. We know that mankind will suffer for its allegiances. We don’t mean to be indifferent, but the spoken one among you will stand up and say we are welcome.

We of earth will say that the world’s people are glad to meet you. We are the legions of the unexpected. We know we are the aliens and you people are the further from the truth. You start wars on a moment’s notice. It’s a known fact the commonwealth countries are after our blood, and we know furthermore that we are the devout believers in the holy Christian church. We are the life blood of the factories of wealth. We know and have deep understanding that you people are demonic in the way you lead others. We are the devil. We aren’t the demonic creatures, neither do we believe that your people’s makeup is the firm belief of the natives of your kind. We are the logos of a promiscuous society of evil-wrongdoers and worshippers. We know the colon of the times is to help you to destroy yourselves with the Republican nonsense. We don’t know the beleaguered followers of the Christ’s church. Which one is it you ask. We know, but we won’t tell you otherwise we will be held responsible for your destruction. We are the most desolate ones. We are the ones you met in the witness of Sodom, the villagers outside of the fateful torrent of the demeaned villagers of contempt. We ask you a simple question. Are you ready for our new kind of technology, to use the finds from the younger foetal generation, or is it an extraction that bothers you?!

We have seen what you people do to transplant victims, and we would never do to others as you have done to them. We simply use a probe known as a biopsy implement. We know you don’t agree with what we do to livestock. We are sure you have no idea as to the implements we use. They are only instruments of evil wrong-doers. We know the difference. We use the scalpel on animals not you humans. We ask them if it’s all right if we examine them first then. We ask the subject if we can inject some insulin. We ask that you don’t repeat what we have told you. We also say that if you don’t mind don’t ask us again to fly the ship. It’s your nervous system you are flying. We allow you to fly our space vehicles. We don’t allow natives of Paris to allow us to examine you. We ask that you write this book for them. We don’t mind if you mention us by name. We will come to earth and pick you up and take you for a ride. We are aliens of an Aryan species. We don’t fly these ships around so you can brag about everybody. We ask one thing: Don’t blame us if your spirit becomes putrefied. We don’t blame you for such occurrences. We do ask that you don’t bother us with your mediaeval nature. We are aliens. We don’t allow anyone to chase us including your pent-up horses of the air. We often wonder what makes them go on those dangerous missions. We see them with their rocket planes flying overhead. They burn themselves with the fusion of our cells as they manoeuvre the planes into a whirl. We do honestly ask whether they are sure they want to shoot us down with their sidewinders. Yes! We hear them on their squawk boxes or intercoms on the radio: Hey, we got one! See that sucker burn up in the atmosphere! We are not suckers and we do appreciate you not playing games like dogfights with us. We just turn the ships around and fly in the reverse direction. We are energy displacement units with the shaped explosive called tactile. We won’t ask if there is anything we can do for you. We just dip the flange and fly a course. We are the aliens who provide you with impetus. We are sure we are going to find someone to write the book for us! We don’t like to be sullen, but you people and your ICBMs are the pits. We have seen the submarines with the missiles launching from a depth of 150 feet below. We know they seek us out. We don’t know and fully realize the ships are the maker’s nightmare!

We are very astute. We ask the pleasure of your company. We have a U.S, president now and he’s a black man from the east. He is a most conscientious man that we have yet to see. We ask if he is interested in helping the underdeveloped nations of the civilized world. He is the most warlike to inhabit the earthly surrounds. We won’t argue the point and say he’s not the best U.S. president we have seen in a long time, but his actions do deplete the warnings. He is an Afro-American. We hear you say he is a great man and the poor and needy including his bedfellows won’t object though he is on the trail of the Kennedys and that a plot to assassinate him will be on the way with all the new objectives he has in place and he is black which is beside the point. We have seen the Moriarty protocol of Sherlock Holmes, and we know this fellow is a bit behind and beyond the fictionalized character that the author pronounced was the darker side. We have yet to see what the likes of Mr President, the man and his greatness, has to play in the role of the following former administration. We know the whole likeminded love affair with the no Blacks Policy and the no guns reverend; And the wars. And of the White House worships the lady secretary and the birdlife, the flying eagle in the Seal and all of that with a bald headed and the coronial inquest into the Billions spent and the U.S, president; live on the CRT. Well, we must say he is a bit stricken on the poverty side with the disease of being kind, generous, and giving. We are to ask if he is the nicest guy you have seen, with him walking in front of the motorcade on the street before the secret service pulled him over for a quiet little talk and a wag-tail look. We are to ask where is this fellow from, and if he succeeds the wishes and the riches don’t alter the fact that his upbringing was in the marshlands of the working class, he is the most down-to-earth person of inalienability we have ever seen!

We are still the working class idol of fascist revolutionaries the earth has ever seen, but as doctors we may ask you if a superpower of the idol set of bald eagle Seal and the lovers affair with the Bombers and watchers of the attacks on the TV is very assuming or unassuming. We don’t expect that as well as seeming a perfect sociopathic cultured pearl upper house after the White House. Is he the right man for the job or will he be overwhelmed and empowered by the masses and his cronies to change the whole of the world as we know of it? The face of the world is awesome!

We may well ask you: are these people in power? The key word is power. We may well as it seems say: we are the latter-day saints of the world the way we see it! We or the land of Islam is the threat from others. We ask them do they worship the same tree that we worshipped as a whole. Are they after us to rule the commonwealth of the fair land? The children are being told that they are not allowed to say nursery rhymes in the chance it may be offensive to our parakeet brothers in smock heads. We see it as nonchalant. We know they are after Mecca to save them from the holiday of Ramadan. We also know it as a given fact that they support the extremists and the Taliban. We ask one thing: are they sure at all of the disgrace they leave the holy Christian church in? Fanatical or not, we see them as a producer of fine wears and scarves. The ludicrous nature of these people from another world entirely aspired to the fellowship that the ladies should obey them implicitly. We aren’t condemning them completely as being out of hand, but they are the world’s worst and foremost authorities on how to start a war.

We on the other hand are a gentle race of people from the convict days. Here I say, I repeat, and believe in corporal punishment for the babies of the family and for the adults at times. The noose was a very prolific notion that scared the criminals away from outright genocide; as for the little people and their drinking and smoking in the streets, we feel they should be forced to adhere like the Americans for the first time until they reach the age of consent of at least twenty-one. We are likened to the Americans so much with their garbage tins with the music called Rap cargo of muffin. We ask if there is a paradox in that or what and is it not the case. We see the case of the over engine like of the unit saucer; utter to us, we will invade the earth, take scabs of the human existence; we short lived; in the sealed compartment as in the like. We ask if they believe in bullying at schools, and if so, why must they conceive the broken bottles over the head and knife fights with the bouncers at nightclub venues. We ask is there any end to the violence. We also might say the little angels are stopped from their parents smacking them. Spare the rod and spoil the child, it says in the immortal word of the biblical parakeets. We believe family violence starts and ends there. We know the mobsters never had any say in the matter, but for us the violence is outright lunacy. We ask the parents of the said lunatics whether they are responsible for the kids or not and that the trouble with today’s society is that it’s taken out of the hands of the nuclear combustible family unit, which rears its ugly head on the adults or parents and so forth. We seek to justify the said act of combustibility. We believe governments should be forced to take a leave of presence. We know they like to interfere, and that’s the case with family violence—forcing the widow not to kill the husband and the hunter. We know you like to bash the ladies with a feather down pillow, but we mean to bastardize the whole outset of violence in the family, and husbands, it’s not your right to hit your kids or for that matter the wife. She is devoted and has a voice and the right to have your belongings for that matter and to defend herself.

If it were up to us, subjective or not, the governments would take the child out for a flogging. We would assume the troublemaker would be forced to hold conference with the lady in question. We would take it to the highest court of arbitration and hold talks with the pair of slaves. We would tell the parents they have no right to barbecue the said child or the slave at the cornfields and tell the parents to launch a few of these by themselves. We would send them off to work in the oxygen and germ replenishment plants, where we would find the remains of the specimens for transplant into the ships. We would take them out and teach them not to be so unhappy at us. They work in the factories for the nitrogen reserves that we breathe and to hold the orbit in cue. We don’t know what you earth people use to hold the axis from going below, but we use the thought forms of our slave network. We are well able to take care of our siblings, the babies we use to sustain the ship’s computer. The network of veins are stem cell implants. We are sure your government will use them one of these days. We ask that you reform to apologize for the debt to society’s greatest misnomer.

We meet in conference with our leaders, the commanding general troublemaker and those who are stranded on board our flights. We use the nitrogen content in the air to transfuse the troubles on board the craft. We are the trouble with the planet. We ask you to not refer to your government and astound them with lies about the mental condition. We have noticed they have you on tranquilizers and other medication on the way if you tell them the truth about us! We see the mental health act like Health Incorporated. We are the mobsters that made the act of 1983 so that you people are confined in an institution. We are sure you are sane, but there are those that see to it that you are held in a confined space! The president Barack Obama would help there with the ideas on what should happen to asylum seekers, that is if you ever seek to arbour yourself in their hands. The authorities would then smile and say, You’re in an institution. We seek prejudice to ask if there is a problem with being intuitive or are there those who categorize the whole limpet approach that our children’s play is hyperactive. We are to assume the worse in people. We ask if the child is a grey area or a black area in terms of imagination, and Captain Howdy, are the languishing or heretics placed in a model of misrepresented genes for unthinking bias for human people or are you all a bit misrepresented? What of witchcraft and all the power-seeking monkeys that seek you out because you are a little bit different? We think it’s the Joan of Arc syndrome where any two are exactly the same and should be judged indifferently. We think the mockery that the state government judges people is a sham of mental welfare and a corruption of state and federal authorities to entrap the fellow in the wheelchair into believing that it is suitable to be placed in the watchful eye of government nitwits. We see it as an ideal setting for a revolution amongst the slaves of the government. We are all slaves predicting our own destiny as the value of life and the governors of the place see fit. We are all docile and placed in a box along with our names and our address. Singularly, the most we can achieve by this setting of circumstances is the reinstatement of our own family unit by civil disobedience. The way we see it, the government has a lot to make up for we as super humanoids have the prophetic right to stand up and say it is the government’s agreeable nonsense. They acquire a taste for people who have a good credit rating or who haven’t paid their dues or income tax or suppressed the means to restrain the authorities or asked that is not be the way to be treated by their peers or the sheriff, or we are not creatures of our own making. So superfluously we are made in the image of our peers; the tax collectors, the dollar merchants, the pawn shop, the brokers of the insurance and the bank all hold our personal details.

We are owned by all these and especially the bureau statistics, all for the sake of humanity for some chowder head to know and understand how we feel one day, whether we walk a different way to the milk bar or it was there and it happened because the revival of common decency tells us it’s big brother at the doorstep telling us we can’t live fruitful lives. We ask if the satellites that take pictures of us having a shower are for the government’s benefit or for the bureau of statistics or for the tax office so they might keep tabs on us. We often see immigration going mad with boat people, but you would think they were a wink in the eye at the Muslims, and pardon the national disgrace at the rest of the British and the Chinese and the rest that don’t adhere strictly except the Asians, the Filipino brides that come to be naturalized Australian citizens, sponsored that is by some unsuspecting bridegroom that doesn’t know better than the bigamy that goes on with some. We of course know the whole of the population of females, women that is, forsake the grub. We don’t like it of the Aussies people. We have a headache. We don’t mean to be mean, but we are lesbians. We are just the thought to say I’m not welcome neither am I. We have problems with anus intercourse. We don’t like to be mauled. We will not be beyond reproach of a virgin. We will not be your queen for the night or any other night. I feel like a lady if no one opens the door for me. Don’t annoy me. I’m too tired. I have hiatus. I don’t like to be treated like a cutie. I’m not your blood you know blood is the family and you’re adopted my Grand Pa told me; how is it. I don’t like OCKER Aussies. I have strict lines of disagreement with drunks. I don’t feel it’s right; right now, I feel like a degenerate with this fly. I have the feeling a come-on is in place for this. Love yourself, then maybe women will love you. We have sex mates already! We don’t see eye to eye; we are for the most part not your cousin. We have the ornate jewel of a gorgeous girl and we don’t feel it’s like