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Time, all the long red lines, that take Control, of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born Between,
oh th' two white lines, distant gods an' faded Signs, of all those blinking lites...

Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous Spies, got telephones for eyes, come t' you as Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be Tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me Cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished Stones, of all th' stones i throw, how does that ol' song go?

I hope in my heart that we on a whole will die and the earth be left alone just beast and bee and fish and tree this hope I wish will someday be that bacteria will have ate our remains that all knowledge of us has decayed our burden raised the world set free the earth returns to land and sea our buildings burned and highways gone I love my friends and everyone but we've had our chance let's move aside let time wash us out with the tide

teehee! just kidding!

Tossed and scrambled in a cage some sixteen miles below. I attempted sending codes, but only ghosts reply, and it's cramped in here. Though the freezer's packed with a hundred crates of beer, it won't wash away my fear. Considered writing novels. I thought hard about this career, solved a dozen famous mysteries, but still I can't be clear if there is anybody up there, perhaps it's been a year. Is there still anybody up there? Is there anybody up there, was you ever there at all?