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[wilwheaton]

I asked this two years ago and thus far I have not attained a response. I am not attempting to be a dick, just a curious nerd. Star Trek Question:I saw the reboot film before I really understood much. If Vulcan is destroyed wouldn’t Spock die with his Anadromous nature unable to be fulfilled. Must migration occur for pon farr? Can a ritual battle just occur anywhere or upon the home planet of the individual? Wouldn’t madness set in?— Trekkie Assistance Needed kw'ałanúusha mash

I so desperately want to give you helpful answers, but your question is so far above my pay grade, it’s in a geosynchronous orbit above Vulcan.

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Cat Life-Kitty Love

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We will tell someone how to hear the songs only they initially can. We will rewrite their potential before they have it sung. We will instruct their presentation. We will decree gradings. Or we will seek a difference. We will understand a thanking. We will stand up thinking.

Me

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A recent completed collection of a canine named Lil’ Ralphie.

Acrylic on Canvas and Recycled Materials

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An image of myself reading to U.S. Poet Laureate Juan Herrera during his reception in Yakima, Wa.

Thanks to Roland Young for the photo and for your kind words.

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Welcome to a home under mesquite. I am loyal to my heart, my energy. The coyote is never a cougar and I am always naked. ...But only hyperbolically, as the coiled rattling snake suggested. Eye watched coyotes hunted horribly for eating who would die for profit. Whom? Poetry in gunning down a trickster… A collection, a fixture. “Do not dare kill my cattle before I can kill my cattle?” And the poet bovine is mooing but only aliens understand and I have viewed the moon from trees so much I feel foreign to humanity while United with the land. A mesquite tree with velvety pods. My friend. A protector of a protector of mine. A medicinal protector of sustainable stature. I remember stories of friends. I am among friends. Trees and their vibrations and the cats and dogs And sprouts and pods. And when the human friend propositions casually for sexuality, ain’t no cougar or coyote or bunny bounding. Danette, danette cannot be moved to disobey her heart.

That week, that day, that whirlwind of wha?

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"Waiting for our food," he wrote.

Yet her eyes could sustain villages.

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Self Portrait

I suppose I have as much interest in tracing your lips with fresh fingers as I would have painting them. Pending approval, there is a silly need I have to stroke the face of a person I love. It is more common plants, cats and dogs do not mind and so I am carefully cautious with humans. They are as a grasshopper? But perhaps the opposable reciprocation is the crime I cannot take? Faces are such private spaces. Self portraits