Discovery of Thought(s)

Darlings of Earth world New Orleans street-hyperbole adjective find story-tell punctuation post-contact with a cyber-hacking messenger with claims of 'alien' line.

An alien contact dark magic fiction for your Memorial Day flowers. 

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AMLAN: We're cool newlywed darlings for New Orleans Mardi-Gras costume-arts.

DANICA: I concur our art for life concerns an Earthling fascination with beauty!

AMLAN: Then it's settled we'd find cool-magic for a telescope-complement for IQ.

DANICA: Fair for fare for Mardi-Gras, hubby; we'll point our scope to the stars, ha.

AMLAN: We might make for discovery of far-distant intrigue for something foggy!

DANICA: Maybe we contact or find an alien being who psychically senses our art?

AMLAN: Facebook-like (for doubt).

Amlan and Danica, our darling newlywed Americans cheering New Orleans culture in mask/costume while pointing their star-gazed toy-telescope to the stars for superstitions of alien-consciousness 'hyperbole' and arts, had found stranger Realism when they gazed-upon the specter of femme-wonder(s) on the Earth-moon, a scarlet-copper haired alien humanoid female who seemed to be staring back at them for some reading of leviathan/uncertainty. Follow along, Selfie-like (for doubt).

ALIEN WOMAN: I contact you through telepathy-whispers, newlywed darlings, ha.

AMLAN/DANICA: You transmitted to us this very-special football cyber-game can?

ALIEN WOMAN: Perchance I find you 'intelligence-hyperbole' for Earth games of IQ!

AMLAN/DANICA: What's this bound-Rationalism for reciprocal contact with adverb?

ALIEN WOMAN: The cyber-graphic I emailed you about football 'cleat' is pure spirit!

AMLAN/DANICA: We'd conclude therefore your agenda is pure nonviolence, yeah?

ALIEN WOMAN: That's your test here, darlings; to measure fury with game-fortune!

AMLAN/DANICA: Facebook-like (for the gods!).

Amlan and Danica, our darling newlywed New Orleans Mardi-Gras citizen-diplomat revelers of things of cute-jars of traffic-hospitality languages, found cool contact-intrigue when they received their special secret/private email-communique from that alien femme-being they spotted with their telescope from the American Homeland of Earth and felt moved in 'feelings' to characterize varied Earth world activity images/icons for vitality and competition 'shining' (e.g., football video-games, toy water-guns, birthday-cake icing, fashion world magazine cut-out paste-stickers, etc., etc.) as dominion-control intelligence private story-tell for things of jazz. Was the alien-lady they spotted/chatted a veiled messenger of mischief...or wire? What do you think (for doubt)?

"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)