Palms Omissions Twenty-Four

Palms Omissions can't be over yet when people's palms exist for centuries beyond our control. It's totally out of our control. We can hope that they entertain us, and not just in a desert or beach setting, but anywhere that people plant themselves. More stories develop from the many people who make the USF and all its high tech advancements and expansion into space possible. Expanding our consciousness like their predecessors (probably themselves too), they invite us back into their world with the assistance of journalists, government officials, rats and spies, turncoats, and whoever else. The information meant to be censored by a black marker was apparently freed by the absence of ink. They would tell you about the endangered squid population, too. All you have to do is read on. What are you reading exactly? The accounts of the USF's (now USEA's, FAM's, and USSA's) finest operators and operatives from eyes and ears, brains, cameras—and especially themselves. It's almost as though all of the content provided in this book was ripped straight from their brains. Feel free and moreover feel motivated! Feel sad sometimes, maybe, then feel that adventurous rejuvenation. Don't break into the government when you can just read Palms Omissions, and here we are with number Twenty-Four, "your highnesses." There's no sense of humor in any of this, but then I alone uncensored it with the help of all of the government workers who were willing to make Palms Omissions Twenty-Four possible. Oh yeah, it's fiction!