Byrons Doppleganger Circa 1937 in Kansas:
Looking down he saw a narrow animals trail.......... or foot path........ etched into the surface of the planet beneath him.. where coyotes run in fear looking behind themselves glancing over their shoulders, from way up on high...... he could see down in his dreams.......... the perspective.
He thought to himself about the plains of Nazca.......... ho , hum.
He knew he was going to have to land soon as he was in a somewhat uncontrolled descent...........
he could pick a place to land among several..........
He was over this strange planet and in a controlled fall with a forward momentum............. he could only deviate from the ultimate outcome of kissing the surface......... but just where was most suitable?
He reached forward to the control panel and shoved the throttles towards the firewall into the full open position....... the muffled whining increased then synchronized ..........
he dropped the nose altering the pitch, still to know avail the descent towards the planets surface remained.......
The machine was wobbling on the edge of a full blown electro magnetic stall......... as the molecules in the atmosphere outside were far apart and it was all that the vehicles curvature knew.
Closer Closer to the surface they came... he and the woman with the blonde hair , the green eyes and the milky white skin..... with the RH negative blood, and now slightly soiled panties.
His britches tightened around his groin area........... Heavens! What was he to do?
It was freezing cold, but he still had a boner.................
They were in for a hard landing.......... he figured, a controlled crash really..........
they hit at a survivable rate of descent into the surface of the strange planet and the nose gear snapped off.....
The machine then cartwheeled..........
They brushed themselves off and simply walked away across the horizon......
Heavens to Betsy he exclaimed ....... in some High foreign to him, Desert.............
They were here now to share and spread their genetic goo.........
and add to the gene pool, Yippie Yi Yea......... this pleased them both no end.
The Opens and Closes .......... of windows of opportunity in a passing existence.
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