the lie told by the cosmic messenger at dawn when the supernova fell inwards

i can feel things itching at my bones. i know the words are out there floating dropping off the ledges of a life i lived or thought i did. these are things that steer the spaceship driven to love on a dark night in the cosmos. and so i run and drive and ride and hum little ditties and bits to call my own, hear sublime, lose myself in braid, and so on. that's what makes it all worthwhile, right?

2002-09-19 | 9:31 a.m.
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