Space Dating Game: Leviathan

Narrated space-traveler 'account' of customs/contact driven social consciousness 'impact' of Romanticism blended with mental/emotional male-female (bureaucracy?) dye.

A space-transit journal drawn loosely from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. 

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I'd been space-traveling for some time now, and I thought about the quality of readings in Romanticism after lending myself out as a jet-fighter mercenary and a humanoid mingler of varied clans and races and 'beings' too. Well, this one trip to a galactic system, with my daughter from a divorced marriage to a half-Xeno (alien) woman and half-human (Bostonian) yielded a social media engagement with a gorgeous humanoid woman (Rexus-race) named Bianca. This is a story of inventions in customs concerning universe-transit for Selfie-bureaucracy readings and flares. Follow along!

Universe travel has its ups-downs consciousness and helps the mind indulge in ambitions and memoirs and field goals and bureaucracy-readings post-contact with civilizations and races (sure). Wars and peace, machinery and flowers, food and water, hell-fighters and governance, anarchy and bread; these are ingredients for materialities and the wrestling with leviathan (term reference for symbolic 'metaphysics' sea-beast signifying unpredictable chaos of a certain time-bound shape nevertheless!). These images of transit and contact yield a shape-construction for language-arts and my consciousness was an ingredient for my space-transit engagement with Bianca (humanoid-alien).

BIANCA: Come here often?
ME: Very impressive space-transit vessel you'll board (soon?).

BIANCA: Your daughter's quite the spark (Pippi?).

ME: Here name's Pippi (yeah!).

BIANCA: Divorced.

ME: Half-Xeno, half-Earthling ex-wife, yeah.

BIANCA: What'd you find so appealing for a potential exchange with me, good-man?

ME: War-counselor; luchi-bread for Valentine's Day on some moon...yeah.

BIANCA: Cool (space age vessel arts, perchance, ha).

Bianca, a gorgeous woman, Rexus-race, humanoid, fiery red lipstick, inspired me to think art-consciousness for Romanticism memoirs, post-exchange in a certain galaxy-system I'd wandered into for vacation with my daughter (Pippi). Me, I'm a full-human Earthling with full-human Earthling descendants. So you maybe ask why I'd consider exchanges with half-human women (like Bianca!) for space age transit intelligence or bureaucracy-readings. Perchance this journal tell concerns incomplete-distances consciousness for the mystery-quotient of what makes male-female exchange the singular variable (or value!) for 'negotiation' beyond that mirror-identity (surgical?) examination of brain/consciousness definition (sure!).

PIPPI: She was Catholic?

ME: Now, she's Atheist, Pippi.

PIPPI: You like her!

ME: I'm nothing like her, Pippi.
PIPPI: You drunk.

ME: I'm in love with her.

PIPPI: Cool (social media Selfie-chess).

Pippi whipped me up a worlds-exchange 'reflection' Earthling (20th-21st Century) folk-consumerism and culture-contact 'popular' (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and forced me to think (clearly) about Bianca. Was she everything I needed or simply another escape-venture to avoid long-term meaningful 'contact' with a full-human Earthling wife forever? Why does bread always engender consciousness-measurement(s)?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)