Who fell? Someone, somewhere. I don't know you but maybe your voice is in the machine now haunting the world with what I or we should have treasured. I hear the damaged and she was obviously communicating and then others needed to be. It should have been intimate. But the communication extended. So I apologize to her because I awake in the morning and I hope hers is not bitter. I was on the distraction. A new idea. A song. It was a day and night to remember. The Game of Thrones was a Wikipedia entry and I don't edit Hawaii (thanks spell check). I'm closer to Rapa Nui anyway and Rongo Rongo. The inscriptions, not the monolithic heads jettison from the ground. Such a peaceful ocean. A new job is a new book. Here's a can NASA. Throw it into space. Who will reclaim the 2 astronauts on the day after the massacre of the planet. It's in the Media or old footage looping. The drool, lackluster. Would they even want to return?
The director knows that the images sell. We have connected and separated. But in this world communication is unavoidable. Live by a gladius and a skit. Maybe the Colosseum looks good the way it is. Who fell?? In the cold and in the heat and in the morning after looking to keep the new child or breathing a sigh of relief.
Is Earth the book? THAT: A Plan(et) already fell. Years ago. A failure, a Bauhaus. Recorded and reconstructed so it can fall again. A love imagined on a page. Today? Another day to find something. Tired and weary to trust with a new imagination. The rising and falling. The 2 Astronauts in a can. Drifting without an escape pod. In 1 Billion years the Sun will expand and consume the inner planets. Mercury, then Venus, then Earth will be swallowed and eaten in the fusion.
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