"Houston, We Have A Problem!!!"
'Lost In Space' awaiting 'The Twilight Zone' to come to an end while reaching the 'Outter Limits' of your sanity? Every one seemingly vanish as if zapped by 'Martin The Martin'? I am the only one in this 'Deep Space'? I wasn't asked "take me to your leader" because the leader was already me. Everyone else seemed out in the Universe. Daily orbits in our world went off course, hoping, wishing, praying our God will overcome the battle of solar systems. With all Brain Injury Survivors, the ruckus created a hostile land only time will fix, sorta. With a Traumatic Brain Injury survived, the unexpected fight took control of your entire being, entire world that only time will heal - kinda. All BI's require therapy, and 'your leader' is mistaken if the process is over when you 'THINK'. NASA wise - "Come in Houston, again. we have a problem".
Mork, Alf, Kazoo? Good Aliens, so, I evidently landed on the Good Planet of TBI Humor, where all is good if I stick to stratigy. So, pointed the Angel life-gun skyward and saw Drops of Jupitor falling. I grabbed a bunch. . WE ARE OUR LEADERS! Deborah Berry will stop by; she didn't Alienate us.
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