Another excerpt from The Spaces Between, an opus like no other… because I haven’t written any others. Don’t think of it as a literary work, think of it more as a hobby of mine that I am inflicting upon you. When we last left Ted, he was at the infamous Nellis Air Force Base, AKA “Area 51.” And… he’s still there, but getting more involved.
I used to have a laundry list of fix-alls to try to restore the United States to its intended glory, but now I think that the simplest solution is the best place to start. Read on to learn what that is…
I often can’t sleep because of things like this. Thoughts run through my head, or I get a song stuck in there. Not even a whole song, just one fragmented lyric that just runs on a loop. Sometimes, I can’t stop thinking about conversations I had years ago. This is one of those times.
While I do enjoy writing humorous posts on this blog, occasionally, I feel we need to take a look down the darker rabbit holes of our world. And there are few darker than those involving the growing number of missing persons cases in U.S. national parks.
Here is a poem I wrote back in college, even more fitting now that I have gone vegan.
Take a shower
Take a nap
Fort Kentucky Air Force Base is sometimes referred to as the Area 51 of the East. It is a top-security Everetti base that consists of experimental aircraft test flight runways, regular fighter and bomber aircraft runways, hangars, control towers, satellite dish arrays, droid control centers, fusion weapons storage, Fusion Deployment System control centers, and a large underground and secured facility for housing storage, research facilities and other classified uses. In other words, it’s a party of clandestine activities.