Wednesday, May 19, 2004

a super honey of a black hole trailed into near you. you are not impressed, the weight of so much time. the black hole empties by filling, and you've been disracted. a mix of federations means a future, and it's dark in here. tomorrow may be too much in the past for some tastes. we're working pronouns into every discussion. suddenly light weighs something, tho we lift off with misery at each instant. now what, with all this space crushing into a small particular? are you rare as you think?

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