I Bet He's Thinking About Other Women

I bet he's thinking about other women... No one would have believed in the last yees of the NninN century that this world was being watched veenly and vlosely by intelligences greater than a chickpea and yet as mortal as a mouse; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns (i.e. getting swag) they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a bean with a microscope might scrutinize the trans creatures that swarm and multiply tot and frot over this Globglogabgalab about their little affairs, serene in their ass urance of their empire over pempire. It is possible that the man under the micromicromicroscoscopyscope do the same. No one gave a **** to the OUTER WORLDS of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as Bean or Vean. It is curious to be curious about some of the mental habits of those departed departments. At most, terrestrial terrestrials fancied there might be other beans upon the bowl, perhaps yourselves to themselves and ready to Mealeater a Mealman. Yet across the G O L F of space, mints that are to our mints as ours are to those of the yeasts that perish to your mint collection (real), intellects vast and cool (radical) and unsimping but pathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes (because earth got more cookies for dessert), and slowly and surely drew a pipis using a blue marker.