Alien messengers have taken control of my neurotransmitters ~ and replaced them with voices of their own ~ they’re guiding me outside ~ and directing my attention to the night sky ~ around the constellation Vulpecula ~ light waves begin to arrive ~ inviting me to the wedding of the Princess Angelii ~ which should take place a billion years from now ~ around the time that I arrive ~ there will be drummers ~ dancers ~ and revelry ~ by then life on the planet will have progressed that far ~ baring any unforeseen shift in stellar events ~ so, hope you can attend ~ my friend.
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