Rock Food and migration challenges around the world.

There were shots when the robot released its human hostage, armed and delivered to the street conflict raging over the last rolls of toilet paper remaining in the entire city. It was 2026 on the streets of LA Hollywood. I saw Naomi Watts cantering towards the exit. Here she comes. It's 3ply or nothing according to the commercials. 

The robot produced a little Artificial Intelligence generated dance called the slo mo and left the scene in its unusual gait. It's maker, a Chinese national on scholarship to a university up the road from Silicon Valley, called it back to base camp using a specially calibrated radio device playing the tune Claire de La Lune. 

https://youtu.be/-Bxpm0EmOMU?si=AWPHfwoL1aKhsSJa

Nothing makes people crazier than suggestions. What no toilet paper?! What does this mean.

Supply and demand rarely mention themselves and so we know very little about them. Have you met supply? Have you met demand? America meets perplexity all the time. It is, in fact complexion. 

Smooth all over. 

Nothing beats delivery. 

https://youtu.be/pvP3_obu_XY?si=yu_u2u3k2ziDBHSm

We sent you some messages, for your reference, to your inquiry. This could be the last time we have to engage face to face. Let's hope we do not have to meet again. Have a nice day.

And to you.

I bid you all news, tidings. Have you seen or heard about uranium enrichment outside of the conflict between America and Iran. Outside of its territory. Do not infer we know about it. They tiff and we "it."

Nothing beats a good laugh. I laugh at the news and share this laughter on social media all the time. See me, with my phone. Cell to cell. Life to life. Doubt to doubt.

Courage I know as culture. I have courage. I share and house courage like the rest of the human family within my spiritual home.   

I can dream inside of culture and live outside of the time before I knew what truly existed in my mind. I was born to be this kind of cyborg. I am totally dependent on the wand. Perhaps I will stop this premature dreaming.

Ghosts are inside of the life I planned to live and I see them happy and believing in all I have dreamed of. Going around and around in this circle of meaning.

Going around and around in this circle of planning, a next move. And then the move takes over and I am a victim of the streets. I am not a mover. Take this thing away from me. This phone. This tune. This happiness large and dynamic over me. Washing over me.

The moment arrives when I know come to papa. To the deity of tone-henge. Stones defy logic. We clasp at time for the right action. The stone knows right action. The stone knows bliss. The stone knows merriment. The stone knows perpetual motion. 

I wait for my phone to ring. the wait is long. The timing is never perfect. Oh. Hello. 

Oh. Hello back. Are you coming or not.

To where? Did we have a plan.

I thought you wanted to do something ... away from the streets. I am rescuing you.

Oh that.

Sure. I am on my way. I am on my way right now to you. Can you hold up your phone until I find you. 

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I crack up. I could not raise my phone in equal salute. Instead I stomped along the highway thinking of the food I would not eat because I am not hungry. Hunger is for rats. 

Canned goods are storage. Forget waste. Forget data. Forget all my hard work. The rats know an end has been planned for me. 

Cell to cell. Life to life. You will drop your shots and hold out your hand for reward. The truth burns through culture, the truth burns through dreaming. It will not succeed over spirit. Science cannot meet spirit.   

https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/other/russia-built-the-biggest-nuke-in-history-and-even-its-creator-was-horrified-by-it/vi-AA234l9b?ocid=socialshare