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Another gray, black-eye sunrise, ****** off and insomniac, awake as the earth spins again onward into the mutable mass of gas and plasma. How many of them must there be? The number will rise up into the trillions, they say, as the top continues its turn; dizzying now and incomprehensible. The sun bigger and bigger slowly each time, growing until this small marble is overtook by some dystopian beachballl of fusion and fission, blistering away with such anger; imbalance. Hungover, contemplating ends, I think the bullet may be alright; regarded as painless if aimed well. Imagining split-second blitzkriegs of neural discomfort prior to blackness, I dismiss the thought. The sun is up fully now, stretching. Red giants, they say are cooler than their white counterparts, but larger. All the fights, from the bar to the battlefield. All the love, from the brothel to the bedroom. All the life, progress, movement, everything and nothing; muted by colliding hydrogen particles emitting heat. Is it so terrible to be irrelevant?
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Zooming Out
Another gray, black-eye sunrise, ****** off and insomniac, awake as the earth spins again onward into the mutable mass of gas and plasma. How many of them must there be? The number will rise up into the trillions, they say, as the top continues its turn; dizzying now and incomprehensible. The sun bigger and bigger slowly each time, growing until this small marble is overtook by some dystopian beachballl of fusion and fission, blistering away with such anger; imbalance. Hungover, contemplating ends, I think the bullet may be alright; regarded as painless if aimed well. Imagining split-second blitzkriegs of neural discomfort prior to blackness, I dismiss the thought. The sun is up fully now, stretching. Red giants, they say are cooler than their white counterparts, but larger. All the fights, from the bar to the battlefield. All the love, from the brothel to the bedroom. All the life, progress, movement, everything and nothing; muted by colliding hydrogen particles emitting heat. Is it so terrible to be irrelevant?
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craigverlin
American
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
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