Visitors from foreign planets

Greetings,

Captain Tremor here saying farewell to "May I help you?" and a long heavy deep and very real hello to June, the moon.

Visual acrobatics.
Peace.

Pandas Saved!

Greetings Little Travelers,

Dr. Captain Tremor here.

It's plural. It's in Technicolor. It's live and it's available for downloading through Fear and Anxiety.com.

Famous forgotten Chinese mamba-pandas secure their doors before doing laundry down a long black hallway filled with demons and ghosts on the eternal and everlasting "spin" cycle of a long lost existence.

Pandas always talk-speak about "The Past" an elegant city in China where they failed to make the team. Where they were judged by the size of their treehouse, their choice of mobile leaves. Where they struggled to make it. Where they tried to frame their point of reference which, unfortunately wasn't stable. It was entropy, the 2nd law of thermonuclear physics.

Where they expected other pandas to be responsible for their happiness. It doesn't work that way.

This is why Dr. Tremor is happy to report that, while we lost approximately 80,000 humans in the shaker quaker, we managed to rescue two (2) yes! two pandas who wandered away and were found swimming in a new lake testing aquatic gear.

The pandas are fine and are scheduled to begin procreating any moment. The female has resumed her laundry chores and the male is sleeping.

Peace.

Rolling smoke

Greetings and good evening kiddies. This is Captain Tremor and a little story time. Relax.

It's really exciting honest and true to report that everyone here in the big "T" is healthy and happy, well adjusted, fully employed, well fed and content with their lot in life and so forth. Made in the shade, cool baby.

This is to say with precise clarity they have the confidence to speak, they are never "tired" or afraid and they really enjoy the clear ink sky at night pulsating with energetic stars. They take amazing risks especially when it comes down to the moment.

They photograph the universe. They rent vacation apartments in a black hole sucking matter into the void. They write unintelligible sentences and disappear into their phospho-recent television monitors where they absorb reality shows to go ya.

Here's some images to prove it.

Peace.