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Howard Robard HughesFamously rich recluseDreams led him to the lap of luxuryFollowed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD.Rich playboy aviator Howard HughesWith movie starlets kept himself amused
8,000 9,000 10,000 Feet high Alone I soared, Alone in the sky, Alone I sailed, When reaching new heights, New forces unveiled, The icy wind's bite. On the radio I hailed,
The horizon faded. The ailerons, jaded.    The winds blew fast and through.    The comms whirred. Myself, concerned.   I clutched the yoke and heard a croak.  
She screamed down from the heavens with the power of god beneath her wings“I will fear no evil, for God is with meI will fear no danger, for God is with me
You're sitting in your seat awaiting to be projected into the air, A fear comes over you but don't worry; I'm there. I've inspected the parts that make up this contraption.
Bird, Alien? Conspiracy, UFO? Human?! How long have humans been up there? Just over a hundred years and its how safe? The safest, you say? I want to do that.    
My power. VVVVRRRROOOOO FFWWWOOOOOMM WUUSSSSSHHHH That’s what it feels like this wild rush. Adrenaline coursing. Power crunching. All under my hands, my wings.
Every saturday I awake at six in the morning. The only way I can get out of bed is thinking of what lies ahead I jump in my car and head down the road engine roaring. As I arrive closer, I can see them above
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