Story of Earth: A1

A Tom, Yom, Vow. Two. Tree. Hundred million. Three hundred million. Ten million. One million. One thousand. One hundred. One century. One decade. One year. One month. One season. One week. One day. His Highness. Her Highness. Hero. Her Bigness. His big big BIG BIG-LOCK. Click. BOOM. Cam is shot attempting. Over and over again. Nothing captured. A monster sinks. Bignail gone. Story of Earth. The big big big. Our world is united. A kingdom. It must remain united. They are one. It is one. There is a land. A field. There is a town. There is another town. A tree is found. It sighs. It breathes. It beats. Yom Number. It eats. It drinks water. It sleeps. It salts. It walks. It hears bells on time. It has hands. Ba, Ma, Am, Baum. Left. Right. Thinkers. The kingdom has arms. The Nuclear Bomb. Lords of Rings. Princes of Power. Our Hero quests for His Son. It finds a lady at the lake. It needs her for its son. It thirsts. Aqua for the heart. It washes. Hero finds a sword. He uses it. He strikes. He jabs. He spins. He lunges. He pins. He quests for his lady. He is for her. It is for him. He enters the area. His compass. He finds it. The lady is like him, but it has no sword. It is important. She grows hungry. They put the other first. Clan is El. Forged. It is. It bond. It eats together. It travels. It travels to far away lands. Geneva tribe. They go to the altar. He hears the bells on time. It clings the bells then and there. Globe was never the same. Two fall in. The ring grows. Virginity. They want to create. He has a ring. He is a lion. She has a ring. It is a lioness. They both have a ring. They build a home. They are new. He has things to do. He goes around. He travels. He gives a ten ten to his horse. He goes to another town. He stays there a while. He hears the bells again. He is renewed. He must be leaving the town. He travels to the other town. He finds the lady. She is waking up. He holds onto her. Way too long. It wants a way too, now. It makes a way on its own. It seeks dance of its own. He thinks of it. It returns. It is renewed. He hears it has returned. He is renewed. He travels. Home. Fortunate lifes. They fall in love again. A baby. His father enters. His mother picked its name. His name is like his son. It was the author before him. His son is growing. Navigate the globe alone never. He thinks. He drinks. He is overheard. His son can do it alone. A merchant loudly disagrees. His can do it alone. His other son agrees. His daughter agrees. Another merchant disagrees. More go toward them. At a distance. They do so slowly. They hold no weapons. Paper. Maps. Stars. The Aryan Constellation. Downfall. Seasons. North and South they have traveled. The merchants speak from understanding. Where does the river begin? Where does the kingdom begin? Who was first? Who will be last? A nuclear family listens. Our father listens. His son listens. Five thinkers together. Ba, Ma, Am, Baum, Milk. Five points. Five towns. Five in its form. Ten days is decay. They count together. One hundred million years the stars have turned. Three hundred million years the continents have drifted. Ten million years since we learned to stargaze. One million years since fire was kept. Arrows were fired dipped in fire. One thousand years since our language rose. One hundred years since he split. One century preserved. One decade of speculating. One year of planning. One month of writing. One season of the rising Sun. One week break. One day of everything. The Kingdom grows. North and South. Summer and Winter. Sunrise and Downfall. The Aryan Messiah is forever rising. Aryan Constellation forever falling. Central Pyramid of Denile is empty. The triangle was banned. The triangles of denial point nowhere and everywhere. The lesson: from nothing everything, from denial all possibility. A Nuclear Baum is Ready. Five thinkers. Old First. Before words. Dod. Bom-blo-bom-blo-bom. Galaxy. Star. Ball. River. Tree. Aryan. Stone. Merchants understand. Dod and his son understand together. Dod-Father at peace. A Kingdom in unity. All for it continue. The Story of Earth. Do the thing. Do the Thing in the Center of the Thing. Seasons turn. Aryan holds. Origin is itself. Walk with me. Toward the town over. Toward the pyramids. Under Aryan’s Belt. They walk into the following. They are the following. Follow what came before. Lead what comes after. One Kingdom. One Baum. One story. One revolution. One circle. Our origin. Never be forgetful. Always remembered. Stars. Stone. Written by thinkers. Begin. Do the thing in the middle of the thing. End. Return. Eternally. Alpha. I crawl through the battle. Artilleries cascading, blood at the edges, bodys turned inside-out, a fine organic rhythm. I turm them inside-out and set their hearts on fire. Prince of Wales. Roger Open Fire Diablowhole. Clear to miss lunch. Never. Pen-