Friday, November 11, 2005
yes this is the campaign slithered entrails in the cargo bay neutered is the vastness hallow vacuum check the oxygen tanks they hibernate but have they kissed the ground pucker up and kiss the asphalt now tease this amputation splintered larynx it has access now cut away cut away send transmission to the one armed scissor banked on memory mummified circuitry skin graft machinery sputnik sickles found in the seats self destruct sequence this station is non operational species growing bubbles in an IV loitering unknown origins is this the comfort of being afraid solar eclipsed black out the vultures as they wait dissect a trillion sighs away will you get this letter jagged pulp sliced in my veins i write to remember cause im a million miles away
