For everyone's benefit, I'm going to give you all a brief synopsis of the
book that has just been released into the literary jungle:
As a child, Henry (the main character) had always dreamed of being an
astronaut. As time passed and circumstances developed, he found his dream
frustrated; and ended up a civil engineer instead. He found himself never
satisfied with what he was doing, and the frustration grew over the years,
until he finally quit his job and moved back home to start a business with
his father and another party.
And then he had a dream.
The dream turned his life upside-down, and gave him a glimmer of hope that
his dream would be fulfilled. But not as an astronaut, per se: in the
dream--the vision, if you will--he learns of a way to build a
faster-than-light starship; and he is urged to complete this ship or else
all of humanity may perish.
The remainder of the book has Henry and a small group of people dodging the
government, trying to get their hands on the new technology; among other
things I care not to divulge here lest I give away the plot of the book.
The underlying theme behind the book is the constant improvement of a
person, as well as of humanity and society in general. I hope I sufficiently
convey this theme to my readers.
I hope you take the time to read this work. It is, to date, my magnum opus;
and I hope everyone who reads this book can share in the dream of Henry.
http://voyagetoxanadu.blogspot.com/
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Can't keep my mind from the circling sky,
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I.
Not to be unnecessarily unkind, but with the hope of conveying
useful information:
"turned his life upside-down" -- cliché
"glimmer of hope" -- cliché
"dream would be fulfilled" -- cliché
"per se" -- redundant
"if you will" -- redundant
"all of humanity may perish" -- cliché
Here's some useful information, and probably absolutely nothing new to this
workgroup. New news regarding the aforementioned book can be found on my
blog (http://voyagetoxanadu.blogspot.com/), and it isn't exactly good news.
Like I said, probably won't come to a surprise to many of the readers out
there.
"Al Smith" <inv...@address.com> wrote in message
news:eVU%e.99861$Ph4.3...@ursa-nb00s0.nbnet.nb.ca...
<< who cares, not me >>
welcome to the machine
the dark side of the moon
animals prowl
relics can be found
see emily play
when you get past ee doc smith territory, lensman, go straight to the
white zone.
--
R.
Arrrr, buckos.
btw, nudists are pedos
one did some 'research' back when i wuz ever so lightly wacko and in
need of distraction from my woes, a few years back, and one bumped into
a certain Who guitarist when i waz heading for the nudist colony, and
he waz heading to protect the littlies; we agreed to co-author a book
called " protecting prepubescent little ones while trying not to cast a
male gaze on the post-pubescent young titters".
silly cunt used his visa to have a gawk, do some further research u c,
and got busted and disgraced for all time.
the stooopid prick; well, pull my plonker. fucked for ever.
and we invented the ultimate nudist/pedo device: a blow-up 13 year old
who says, via a tiny transister, " oh yeah, daddy, you me long gone
daddy you are."
c? this way who guitarist could sample and it harmless, except for a
marriage and a disapproving wife. " mahap he goin thru a stage. one
hopes."
otoh, dr kinsey, with a wire up his urethra, set the dogs loose in the
50s with a bit of help from gore vidal, william burroughs, anita
pallenberg who was a firm young 13 year old titter, and the diabolist
Kenneth Anger. actually there was a cast of thousands; they came
through while the moron nixon was setting up the house of unamerican
activities with drunken jimbo, and scouring america for communists.
general electric, a commie outfit, giggled at their pathetic efforts.
meditate on this ten-dollar words next time u shuck down and circulate
at a nudist colony; i know what you're up to.
pleese, take your silly self-promotion elsewhere; one is aware of the
game arsehole; i'm not that thick.
--
R
i know what you did last summer at the camp; your type insinuate
themselves into the role of camp counselor.
fuck off four eyes, don't fergit your bean head as your blow out the
door, and don't let one go as ya fat arse leaves. if i want to smell
shit i'll read ee smith.
piss off
fluffy: what if he's for real? try to be polite.
rob: i seriously doubt he's for real. i remain to be convinced:
judgment reserved.
fluffy: you need to get some sleep,rob; you poor old thing; i'll put
you in your dog box; curl up in there and snooze, please rob.
rob: i'll think about it.
--
fluffy
the maltese-shitzu cross
-very worried about rob
-and wish he'd stop shooting his face off
-there's collateral damage everywhere.