Awe, Man

All are down to earth, in humanity that is, as the dawn and dusting of the verbiage's that talk of give and take in light afflictions. Whether by the solar powered or in virtual door to door haberdashery, it all clings to the one that is and close to that we come and become, and at the very breadth and breath of inhaling by the expirations of miniscule importances.

Namely atoms, Adam's or even second ones who build as storehouses like ants as ion's or iums as idioms.

"That'll Shtick!"

It is meant to call all to "Wake up dummy!" To points and locations unknown or only as everything seen and accounted for in realizing that we only know as to how the fire is hot and not cold in our weakness.

One muted, or as something Sunkist slowly, is akin to the longing of breasted tanning and in the salon as the non-beaten brow save one's own love as Solar Man of the Atom's for their sons and daughters being suns themselves, beacons, and anchors. To possess oneself for a universal cause is humbling and we've said yes by choice. Not to leave our stations but as is to ask what was given or what could be given as exchange, and leave as a submit to resist the evil that flee, and a sovereign of Holy Health as becoming to prosper for as a living soul humanities shout the swallow of victory, even in the depths that are not known.

A certain innocence is THE SPACE in us that only speaks to how all shall or can be.

Bring on the Soluse Capsule and some lunar dune buggies by the squeaky shopping mall wheel.

You mean all that screaming in space only lends you a hand of the one who began? Speak up then we can't hear you from the moon! Save these reflections of inflection.

A treasure of health, stacks of weapons, a cache of atoms and a solar eclipse save point?

With an obvious boss battle coming up, right! Bring it on!

We all live this extinction when saved. Point of order being that when dead to evil, which is or that be as not these only call to us as something fled. By all fleeting circumstances that is life wills in the goings on, as unknown or otherwise but only means the boss treatment.

Calls to mind the buttons pushed, the secret passages read, the controllers of using every option to plug in or delete!

It has all brought us here to the expected as also the unexpected and of what provision except the One who has character for comics, comics, comics creations to be passionate as well creative, and if you like them so much?

Why don't you marry them?

Building a mystery!!