In short, it is up to you- everyone- to simply change their reality.
Miles upon miles
Blue and green were all I knew
Oh, no- I wasn't sad
Opposite at Bat,
Ready to explode
The "Calm"
Bit back with vengeance
Grasping hold, I felt the surge of many
I let loose of all!
Decided I would start another
Although, I fail to exist and can't get back no matter How
Hit the Deuce
Crapped out, and only the Banker knows
For he grows these swindling slots
Of magnets beneath
Pit boss' above with charmed smiles of "House Again-"
Patience my friend, I'll catch you at the next
"calm"
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
Book 3 continues the Commander and the Chief's adventures in political intrigue, superstition, old feuds, and the search of Nikola Tesla's missing papers in this Close Encounter of the Weird Kind.
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