more space guesswork

Andromeda did not mind about the light years gone missing. Saturn or some body in space was happy to harbor them but they sure took their time arriving. Watch out you might get fractal off the rings, or maybe that’s what was supposed to happen. I always cut up my years into months and smaller increments. I bake them in a pan and they come out all seasonal. That way kids know when they go bad, not to eat them. Andromeda takes them back when we send them, and turns them into meteor showers, the galaxy to exfoliate. Deep space is the safest place around, minimal pollution, air and sound. I wanna go there when my world fails me. I cannot stand the anxiety. Earth looks good from the outside, but just try burning through the atmosphere; you will soon discover it wasn’t worth it. Sorry to let you down and all.

to the lighthouse cat by kat
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infinite

there’s more beyond

the numbers

the cigarettes

the coupons more

behind the words

thoughts the deeds

more to come of life

itself

 

why would i restrict myself

to a rising setting sun?

 

only a single revolution around

the earth is needed to

prove it is not

so

spammers -ii)

On the seventh day of the creation of our world, when the divine sat down in the oversized rocking chair filled with goose-down pillows to rest, universal spammers continued to try and blast through our atmosphere like a Perseid fireball meteor . The divine watched with amusement. Yes, the planetary firewall was created well and configured without any inherent flaw, he thought to himself.

This thought was accompanied by a part of himself that he preferred to disown. So he jettisoned it out into the universe. Unfortunately, he forgot about the force of gravity he had imparted upon the earth a day or two earlier, to keep it all together. The part of himself he preferred to disown, went spinning through our atmosphere. And mixed with all of life. He had tried to catch it with a subtle telekinesis. But the softness of the goosedown beneath him, urged him back to resting easy.

The half-breed spammers turned red with anger and green with envy, as they watched pride fall easily through the planetary firewall and mix with human life, on earth, while all their acme spam-bombs burned up, incendiary, before they reached us.

Thus the common sentiment across our world: Merci Dieu!  (often accompanied by the formerly disinherited part of the divine). We can thank God.

Katya Mills 08/13