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night travel has come to its end I slept through a good portion of it and a good portion of today Now I havnt a clue wherebouts we are star wise for all I know the whole caboodle blew up and I am just some weird leftover a kind of cosmic chatter fading slowly on the backscreen of a video tape recorded for an alien to find spinning away around a star system that no longer exists ah well real or not it will be night time again soon even in a place no longer visible the other side of Armageddon and sleeping is sleep wherever the human race may find itself a kind of foreshadowing.....
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
Armageddon
night travel has come to its end I slept through a good portion of it and a good portion of today Now I havnt a clue wherebouts we are star wise for all I know the whole caboodle blew up and I am just some weird leftover a kind of cosmic chatter fading slowly on the backscreen of a video tape recorded for an alien to find spinning away around a star system that no longer exists ah well real or not it will be night time again soon even in a place no longer visible the other side of Armageddon and sleeping is sleep wherever the human race may find itself a kind of foreshadowing.....
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
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