�������� Billy Booksie was born to be a space alien. He would
fantasize every day about all sorts of��space type people. He
would fantasize about little green men with BIG DOLLAR
SYMBOLS on their breasts. Crawling around looking for
substance. BILLY, would ask them about the substance. They
would just say it was for the room,kept by THE OLD WHITE
HAIRED MAN. He had a money gage and liked to watch Ito��for
numerous hours of the day.BILLY would blink his eyes and rub
his far-head in a contemplating forum.
����� Again BILLY found himself dreaming. This was his
favorite pass-time in his sojourn through life. It was his
excuse to his MOM & DAD why his school work was all
failing grades. But, really inside�� his mind was
contemplating the conquest of the universe from GOD. He
believed he could capture the booty of the universe for THE
OLD WHITE HAIRED MANS money room. How he would place the
universe in the room was perplexing.
������ Then one day, BILLY ,figured he could compress the
universe into a ball ,the size of his dogs play toy.� One
Day��BILLY laid under a tree,just like ISSAC and watched the
apples fall. So he decided he would build a magnetic
compression machine. This would alter the magnetism of the
universe��,so that they attracted with ultra-force as he
called it. This would make all the planets and matter attract
,till it was mini-size in substance.
������ Then the idea of an energy computer could be
formulated in space. It would be pure energy in a complex
coordinated formulated entity. Being powerful and far
superior than the stick on the drum type computers of today.
He thought that maybe he could place this computer in the
ball size universe and put that also in THE OLD WHITE HAIRED
MANS money room.
�������� BILLY being very tired from all the plotting went to
sleep under the tree. Then to his demise the tide rose
enhanced by global warming and carried BILLY out to sea.
Where he floated with the seaweed and the undulations of the
������� With a sudden yell,his��MOM said,"�it was late,and he
would be late for school. BREAKFAST WAS
��������������������������������� THE END
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