h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

When the rain came we all get wet,
yet in the heat of the sun only some,
Can absorb the rays,
Why is the sky blue to some and not for others,
Isthis the colour we see reflected
By our moods.
The rainbow in all its glory,
is only white light that has fallen
back into to its many small parts,
Just as the suns rays that we all assimilate ,
then reflected outwards,by the protection our body craves
Is just a small part of the whole, remember this,
white light we cannot see,
unless we see it from the darkness.

As the red sunsets slowly into the green sea
See not the end of the day
but the start of the night
For in each new beginning ,
one will have to say goodbye to
All that has gone before.
And if sadness is felt in this parting,
do not fear for although,
the object of affection may be gone
The affection will remain till the end of time

See how the act of reading not hearing where winds and rivers steareing ,instead of leering but not seething, wreathings, course words we hear in fear
Of free flying bird ,But why do birds cause infections, astishfaction teasing
Sneezing wheezing sieges, lieges ,ledgeslaytions liasions please on pleasure
When we look at each other, minds eye, I spy have ,become ,one with
The some of all parting if in seeing we've be living have we really come ,to
Believing what here in ,town blowing down ,done between the lines that’s fine recline

and Stare at the chair, its your chair ,to there the chair under the stars, in the , my sky
to rely on my knowing the die that your throwing flying side bye side we wander
so our minds may ponder ,maybe babies .

longing ,wronging dinner gomging,,looking teaching reaching for the stars, do they see who we are ,in .

The star’s past, when we are kissing , soon be missing, chanced glances, actual,
dances ,deflected back light, star flight ,spoken words, unheard accrued then rue.

Up down and around and round, the ragged rocked the autonomic nervous went,round and round, no sound ,was found.

How cruel the broil when we spoil, as we over boil through toil the toll, to tell
The nell when we our kneeling as revealing, in songs we are singing


The night afeard perm for from five to stay alive ,six nine eleven,elfin ,happinese.

Hear in the herd ,he read hard had red deer, not dear dear
Hear the pack don’nt hold back, attack a pack it may be slick, but the trick,in
licking of lips,that is what brings as back to realty , dreaming may be.

Rear ear dear ,read the rime ,mire the read in the reading,
dearth is the death of the mirth, in rebirth said the bird in the
corn exchange in rage , as arranged ,when we left our change,at the empty purse we curse.

But and I have a question of the night, why do words cause autonomic nervous reactions, just as animals as winds and rivers do? See how we've become habituated to this act of reading, as in days of old we'd have looked at each other or the sky? or our empty purse?

We really come ,here to reherse the verse,

Believing what hear’re ing ,tearing ,done between the lines that’s fine sublime
Fell in line pulling line, defining reeling oceans breeze,s salty sneezez snoozes

Loses rues hers ,trousers ,trousseaus ,ran into treauseaus tresure pleasure fixing the vixion on vexing the red sox,lighting the way,some might say, displaying in playing,the sax the cruel,factsl ,deuling in the fooling.
follow the ruleing, feeling the ceiling,sealing their fate, relate.partake forgiveing relieveing,through jazzing snozzing,cruising,n choosing,perusing.carouso,el chooso,
Bijour bgburs nbjavers

Sympathizers symposia symptomatic of denigration demure
In the understanding that all is well.
Well as it can be given the privacy , cells without doors,
Floors but no ceilings increasing ,ill feelings as ferociousness
Uncongenially admitted.

Animal like instincts ,kick in ,episcleritis shadows fill out in overspill ,killing the
Illusion all is not well, Avascular Necrosis ,serious mysterious
Collusion’s collisions colliding , tormenting, darkness-is bad intent,
On disturbing mind previously at rest ,or content ,now re-aligning ,
What was said ,what is meant, meant that the mentor or mine-a tor- e
Wants more than you can give, from what is locked deep down inside,
Yet like the enraged bull snorting ,before that onrush ,rushing to ob-live-on.
Obvious when you stop to think

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