I had been searching the web for faces of scientists involved in the history of telomeres and telomerase, including Calvin B. Harley and Alexei Olovnikov.

The purple redbuds are flaring all around, like a sign from Nature: "Now you're cooking with gas." Coincidentally,we've all got Spring Fever hots, so Kentucky Woman puts her heel down on Kentucky. Note the Kentucky woman long-mane wig just West of her calf, an indispensible prop for serious Kentucky Woman players. I note that my left leg seems to be superficially perfect, like the one shown in the cloud image, whereas my right leg is obviously injured if seen when I stand erect, and might be hidden in a boot, like a leg of the M16 star queen player, who displays one boot in the nebular scene. I ought to get a support hose for it and perhaps some Horse Chestnut [See Ray Sahelian on Horse Chestnut application].

As Christiaan Huygens on Halloween, 2001. Hinge of All at "Stonehenge" on Murray Court, The family Langrenus Crater and Home of the Gods.

My own Hollywood wig from my 1998 Safari to Hollywood is about the same shape and size as the Kentucky Woman wig shown in the clouds to one side of Kentucky Woman's leg. Just add makeup, a good deal of careful triple-edged razor work, lacy and suggestive garter belt and hose, a packed bra under a sweater top, swingy earrings, a touch of musky perfume, plenty of grease, a few thrown Springtime flowers, a lite diet, and presto, its frolicsome Hyapatia Lee! However, you can't come out in Kansas like that without a steel cup for your balls, seems like. Anyway, it seems like frivolous excess not to be trotted out unless you are really very good at it, it seems to work as an adaptation, and you have an adequate wardrobe and support for such a move. Of course, if everyone who gets into trouble must do it, a severe recession hits, and the times they are a changin', then scenes like the assault on the Bastille may ensue.
However, I have never quite recovered from realizing how much sweeter and younger a fellow can look with long hair. Nevertheless, we value our strength and it may worry us if we go through an identity crisis that doesn't let us get back to normal after an orgy of cell division that completely reupholsters our figures after a hormone-elevating Honeymoon. I have seen she-males starve themselves, apparently trying to remove impressive nymphet breasts, but it seems they stay up as a testimony to ladyhood no matter how slimmed down the busty goddesses get. The cellular proliferation, by the way, might lead to genomic instabilities and undesirable cell proliferation eventually, so we have "astragalus" extract (7) to lengthen those telomeres and keep that proliferated breast tissue healthy and cancer-free. I have found out that progesterone causes the cell division to occur without lengthening telomeres in the tissue, while using estrogen does stimulate telomere enlongation, so that transsexual applications often feature estrogen for a while to implement TV transformations. However, it is dangerous to continue estrogen treatment, as eventually it may lead to undesirable cellular proliferation. Medroxyprogesterone and similar materials might lead to genomic instability in aging she-male breast tissue without treatment with astragalus extract or some other small molecule telomerase activators, however effective it may be in the short run at supplying groovy female upholstery for the feminist enthusiast. Goddesses be cautious! I guess I'd be safer as a god. If you decide to go ahead and become a goddess, be sure to get your sex medicine straight to keep everything up just right.

Here the He-Otter with the muskrat haircut gets down on his knees to have a talk with a beloved long-mane angel type off theEast Coast, his dong hanging into Kentucky to continue the Kentucky Woman tale told in the last frame, which was captured yesterday! Play Yesterday, by the Beatles. This mystic method of continuing the tale with a new frame in the cloud-vision cartoon sequence the next day is sometimes arranged by the divine forces, and can go on for as long as it seems to faithfully mirror what is really going on in the world beneath the clouds. 2008 is really great year for cultivating a figure-8 appearance and playing in romantic scenes. Play Muskrat Love by the Captain and Tennille.

Well, the reaction to discussing these themes varies from amusement to something else, and perhaps that is what we find here in the scene that appeared since I wrote the lines in the text above earlier this afternoon. Most politicians would not appear in a big wig to discuss a horny apparition in the clouds overhead, and indeed, this is not a popular ploy. Now the ghost seems to confront an argumentative bearded spirit in Kaiser's helmet up front, instead of a long-wigged angel in charge of the soulful mercy supply.

Since the previous frame, the image turned into a picture of a bottom-buzzard bending over backwards to examine his own bottom in the place where Houston is in the scene above. Subsequently, the audience for these web pages has reacted, manifesting itself as the Wolf going eyeball-to-eyeball with me here in Kansas over this bit of crystal ball visionary speculation. Note that the Wolf seems to be uttering a Mexican "expletive-deleted" as he eyeballs Wichita. However, I suppose the WUF also represents my fan club, a symbol for myself now flipped out, as if I were looking in from the other side. A unified effect may be signified when we see eye to eye as viewed from above concerning the stargate doorway of the soul. The beloved must be a mystery until we know if she will allow, a gate on which all can hinge, like the first crack of moonlight.
Music: Little Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. We tend to be attracted to women with long, luxuriant hair, in which images of their buns seem to magically becon.