E=mc2:1-a): I HAVE DREAM!(?)Can.I.sell you my dream=all-expenses-paid-road.trip at speed of light inna loveboatheartbeat=heartfelt.journalism(=big.importantjournalism.job)=big story for New York Times=Have to kill moose&squirrel+about history an’ hitchhiking in the middle of the sea-lanes bound for Atlantis+gridlocking boat-traffic by taking pictures of everything..like freighters, aircraft carriers, and destroyer-escorts+Lusitania! or 2, wasting film through the scratched lens of a old Leica sitting onna inflatable raft for a platform+with no paddle,==, –=======>EQUAL’s!=Nobel Prize!winner covering the latest crap about LEND/LEASE, “WE HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR..but fear its”, ohh! (anyway’s) Fireside chat by Davy Jones’s locker,quit Jonesing, –righht! O’Anyways, “USA! USA! USA! USA!” Yeah, now wasn’t that a great rally? There! this’s there finest couple-a hours. They’ll say that,that’s what the man said. Now catch a ride back to Europe onna friendly U-boat having spent all its torpedoes already, mostly wasted on SS Minnow’s, smell o’patchouli oil trailin’ ‘n’ potpourri debris inner wake from a couple of near-misses, –for the missus, ha-ha, You ain’t nothin’ butta houn’dog, cryin’ alla x(X), –So! now I shot all my film already yesterday and so now here’s all the really good opportunities I am seeing to grab images an I’m gonna miss all of ’em, rats! Oh, but maybe I can bum a couple rolls from the ship’s stores, yeah? you gottem?? Thanks, Herr Kapitan, good Nazi (Pet,pet), oh! but their all expired an’ there in leaky canisters like this submarine is someone open the wrong door, –can’t stay above now.sinking.fast! (screen-door onna submarine, must’ve been government contractor’s) heading for Wales, oh..now here’s the prince of whales heading for the old Blow-hole Lounge on the fabulous strip there in big Bear City and knock back a couple-a nightcaps anna desiganted whaleboat driver-in-waiting..to take off. How can you breave in da.icy depths,dot-dot!without some kind of air pockets in your pockets? Ta-pocket-Ta-pocket-Ta-pocket-Ta..sittin’ onna fancy French couch by the ballast valve-cranks with Virginia Mayo, lady in dishtresh, –dot-dash! and the kitty’s in their kustom scuba’s blowing bubbles, nappin, eyes buried in the oscilloscope’s rubbery viewport – standard navy issue mate – take a look, here, half-a-snort, oh! I meant periscope, look innit see what’s going on upstairs don’t get sea-sick trying to drink coffee underwater..’sno good! cold, snotty, brackish. It s’pose to be volcanic black if your lookin in the cup..steaming a little, too, ideally, if you can get it, oh! here’s that sound of saltwater getting chopped up by propellers passing us above like what’s in your nose and youse knows what dat means. Next, the depth chargz, –BOOM!, spill’t my coffee, tea ‘n’ me – shake the camera a little – all over down on the floor flat with the cats at Virginia’s foot..with the dainty little slipper on it. I’d like to be out of here fast right now like at about the speed’o’light or something. Yeah. E=mc..Squares, o! my watery end coming soon, wetsuit of crackly rubber way past its date..zipper’s busted too, I’m busted, can’t work, inflation’s killing me..what’ll we do? or, What shall we do??Wait! there’s the cavalry, here they come, –Yeah! it’s him!! fake ex-navy frogman Mike Nelson on a fake routine dive on the fake TV with his fake speargun and a underwater compass..he’ll know what to do it inna FAKE heartbeat: have a underwater spelling bee contest! yeah, USA versus France..Jaques Cousteau and his UDT’s and all their underwater slates to write the fake answers they gave to them in advance, from Laura O’Donnell at abc, yeah, bunch-a French frog’s in black wet-siuts; with chalk’s in their pruny Francophone hands, –USA! USA! USA! USA! Can you spell PARIS? well can ya, huh? can ya?? Yes we can..can-can!from the news-desk, hope’n’joy fall-out from November 5, 2024..NYT:THIS MEANS WAR! (Right.) Now that’s journalism, baby, REAL ‘special’ important journalism, –SPELL THAT. I like it it sells. Yeah. You’s snooze, you’s lose, –that ‘snews. And all that is fit to print. Nex..96-yr half-life

~c. (E=Mc2)

P-s: Hey everybody vote for me for White House Poet Laureate, I’m the best, vote twice! yeah..hang that medal on my neck Mr. Obammana like you did the old grey-beard thee dee-cee ARTs bureaucrats sent ya ta decorate for his wonderful poem..NEA Thanks. You been a great audience. Rock ‘n’ roll, Einstein! (ARF)

P-p-s: Well, so what’s Joyce got that I ain’t got..huh?? there just jealous, that’s all.

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