Dawn creeps silently through the trees casting smoky beams of light that splay like the fingers from God's own hand. The air heavy with moisture from Gaia's breath exhaled excruciatingly slowly disturbs not the leaves in their repose. In the distance the first morning bird forgoes the worm to speak, breaking the almost primal aspect to a day fresh from all others. This new day arrives along an unbroken line of dawns stretching from an unfathomably distant past towards an unimaginably distant future. Fresh from nights enveloping slumber awakens only a man. A Homo Sapien. A life form interwoven within a billion others competing for survival on a moist rocky ball orbiting a nondescript mass of hydrogen lit by the fires of creation. This simple but fantastically complex biological self replicating machine putters around his world rife with the mundane and against all odds, stumbles upon a process. A process that cannot occur without the input of this most creative of inhabitants. A metamorphosis of epic impact spewing forth a clear liquid without color, without compromise. A liquid that frees the soul and softens the blow from natures fist. Vodka. A pure and true elixir that is the very essence of suckle at Earth's sweet breast. To this end we few and dedicated devote our very lives. As proud members of TMS we serve this liquid god as no other and ya we fly model airplanes too. It's a wonderful life. Welcome fellow aficionados.
Mission Statement |
TMS headquarters. (in our dreams)
Your TMS krewe.
Sombrero Galaxy . . . home sweet home.
Evolution proof positive. |
