Apogee

It's hot.
And it's quiet.
And on the mountains of the moon,
the sky is thirty two shades of blue.
How many years has it been since the scattering of my tribe?
And why does it feel like the great force of gravity has begun the unbearably slow process of pulling us back together.
The signs are too subtile for many eyes to see.
But they are there.
My tribe has reached apogee.
And gravity, so misunderstood.
Gravity does not pull things down,
it pulls things together.
All along the all along, 
the mountains of the moon.
You see gravity is attraction.
Fondness, interest, understanding, and forgiveness. 
Red leather boots and silky pale thighs.
And it is the second most powerful force in this universe.
Second only to time the avenger.
And when I figure out how that one works...
Even the mountians of the moon, Electra,
shall bow and bend to me.

Soooo, 
look out for that....
In the mean time,here's a nice kick in the pants.

Cortez...