Certain people like the new Doctor Who TV show but I think It's foul.
If I had a choice between watching it and having dental surgery, I'd choose a root canal.
And rather than watching Doctor Who, I'd rather have that root canal without anesthetic.
I stopped watching the new Doctor Who because It's pathetic.
I loved the classic Doctor Who television show, it was my favorite show on TV.
And I honestly believe that the new Doctor Who has been ruined by the BBC.
If you like and want to watch the new Doctor Who, that's okay.
But If I had a Genie, I'd wish for that **** TV show to go away.

I am, I think, the last survivor of my kind. The arc ship had chosen the wrong sun for our new world. Or maybe it was the right one. Either way. A solar flair had destroyed us. By some fluke I was in my space suit on the far side of the ship doing a final exterior check of all system on what was supposed to be the eve of our landing day. Or maybe is wasn't supposed to be. Either way. I had seen everything around me engulfed in flames as I was accelerated away from everything I had ever known at impossible speeds smashed against the renforced rib of the hull that somehow protected me from the all consuming fire. I say it was a solar flare but I don't really know. It's just the best conclusion I can draw from the evidence given. And I have had lots of time to conteplate it. My space suit contains its own air scrubbing ecosystem that will provide me with a breathable atmosphere indefinitely and whos little bacteria happily march their dead into my stomach keeping me never full, but never malnourished nor starving. My species had only developed such overbuilt bioengineering after it was too late to save our drained and polluted home world, but we had it on the ship.

We were supposed to do better on the new world. Or maybe we weren't supposed to. Either way. I would lie against this chunk of wreckage and watch the hideously slow procession of the stars. As I hurtled through the universe, away from the nothing that remained from the nothing that I had know and towards new nothings that I had never seen before.

Either way, empty space is all the same and doing nothing is a drag even without the time dilation from the ungoddly speed one can attain when propelled by an angry star. It truely is a miracle that I am even alive. If you can call such a thing a miracle. Like I said, when taking to the heavens for our long journy, my people did it with sturdy stuff, but still, whatever force that hit us destroyed everything else. If anyone else did survive, their fate would be similar to my own and we would be getting further from one another by the moment, so it didn't really matter anyhow.

Before you ask, no, I couldn't just take off my helment. My people had instaled suicide prevention measures well before the launch. People tend to get depressed when confined to a ship, much less a spacesuit. My people knew this.

I prefered to lie with my face on the rib looking to my right. That way the left half of my vision was consummed by the dark mass of the rib as my right half, while mostly darkness contained a particularly bright star as well. By watching it inch toward the rib I was able to maintain some semblance of a sense of time passing. Then, one day, I saw a second light. I saw it wizzing pass and I could barely believe what my eyes told me it was. A shoulder mounted light on another space suit. And in it, I assumed, another person.  I hadn't moved since I had made it out of sight of the explosion. After what felt like days, it faded into the black that surrounded me, and I , resigned to my fate had laid down on the chunk of wreckadge and not moved since. But now, my body started up with a fire before my mind could even think to do next. I scrambled to the edge of the rib and I could see their light floating away from me. I hesitated for a moment. I have always been the type to hesitate even if my previous movement would suggest otherwise.

Then, I did it. I swung myself onto what had once been the interior side of the last souvenir from my ship. I planted my feet on it and I pushed with all my might. I demanded that my atrophied legs explode with all their remaining strength and then some. I pushed away from the last piece of everything i had ever known and pushed myself into the vast emptiness. The light seemed to slow in its escape, but it wouldn't be enough to catch it I knew. If I didn't do something immediatly I would spend the rest of my days watching it move further away from me.

I didn't have to do anything. A rocket propelled teather launched past me and again, with out though my body reached out and grabbed it. My mind realized that as soon as the teather ran out of slack, the tension would rip it from my grip, so I clamped it to my utility belt using the built in vice grip. It wouldn't let go for any force less than an exploding star. When the teather did run out of slack, the deceleration was so jarring that I thought it would break me.

The other creature and I fell into orbit with one another. The centripetal force created an artificial gravity. While the reintroduction of force upon my body pained me, feeling the grip of gravity against me was bliss, even if it was just an illusion.

And this is where you find me, spiraling in tandem through the universe with my companion. We are different species and share no means of communication. It is likely that we were born millenia apart, but time means little in our vacuous relm. We tried to pull ourselves closer together, but the increased rate of orbit made the endeavor sickening as well as exhausting. Though we had no language between us, we agreed that it was best we maintain our distance.

When you're alone in space, there is no point of refrence for movement and acceleration except ones self. As such, from my partners perspective it would have appeared that they stood still while I hurtled pass. But the truth is that they hurtled toward me and saved me from the broken prison of the rib. I don't mind them seeing it as such, but I smile in my knowing of the truth.

And so we tumble through the universe as close together as we can manage. Which is all one can really ask for anyhow.

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11/02/16

I see it in her eyes
behind projected cloud-free skies
a storm she adeptly hides
where her real self abides

A place without roof or floor
beyond any window or door
where sunlight’s golden gleam
is not hidden by structure beam

I see it in his eyes
he does not realize
nor care for what’s beyond the cloud
happy in his hollow shroud

Of attainable worthless goals
given in fictitious roles
fulfilling any whimsy or wish
a delightful glucose dish

I see it in my eyes
I long for cloudless skies
where no storms abide
only countless pleasures reside

Where I do not need to be
constrained by the reality
of glass ceilings and halls
barricaded with translucent walls
~
NM
03/30/18

My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Are the stars out tonight
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you dear
Sha bop sha bop
The moon may be high
Sha bop sha bop
But I can't see a thing in the sky
I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
Sha bop sha bop
You are here
Sha bop sha bop
And so am I
Sha bop sha bop
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop

Aliens landed outside the city limits; said aliens removed their space helmets realizing the earth had a breathable atmosphere; as it was nearing four in the morning the sky was splayed with stars as far as the eye could see, but these aliens had no eyes: they had senses no earth creature could comprehend or even perceive; They moved in six or seven dimensions simultaneously: a red sports car tore down the desolate road & stop in scarring tear of rubber as the girl stood up from the seat & pointed at the lit field "Look! It's a UFO!" Climbing out of the convertible to get selfies with the hypnotic flashing lights; the aliens perceiving the girls were intoxicated & half-dressed, moving onto the aural spectrum they saw the girls true senses as bright colors or grim languid shadows of deep despair; there was no language that could communicate between them, so the aliens revealed their own essences to the girls, whose mouths gaped at the true colors of the visitors; bright & sharp like light through a crystal, the girls' own psychedelic blobs of color & light joined with the pristine and rigid glare of what we'll suppose were two alien boys. together rainbows lit up the field until sunrise when it rained & the girls all awoke naked in the field, the ship long gone & flower petals strewn as far as they could see making a path back to the car. "Did we get laid last night?" asked Sally sleepily.
"I think we got abducted."
"I think he burned his number into my hand," said Marian, looking at the strange contusion.
"My *** feels funny," said Sally, directly sticking a finger right up her ******* & then into her mouth. "Don't taste funny."
"Oh, you're sick! I'm going to throw up!" hollered Marian, Who then wretched in earnest. Sally looked up at the gone stars, knowing they were there even in the daylight, thinking about the tryst, "I've never tasted my own **** before. There's a whole new world out there," she mused enthusiastically to herself.
The other girls were waiting at the car which would have sat idle all night but for the power surge knocking out its electronics conveniently or by alien design shutting off the engine.
Waiting for Sally to come from the field everyone had a chance to brainstorm lies to tell people about what had happened. Sally, feeling a bit nauseous with **** on her tongue, squat down & poured **** out of her backside. She glanced between her ankles & saw that the **** sparkled like glitter & holding her knees she looked up again. The sky was blue.
Sally couldn't have known that was the new color of her aura. It was one of many things she had shared. Light years away, a strange alien boy couldn't get the creature out of his mind. She was pink & soft & wet & he wasn't. Their lights had merged & now his was glowing orange, purple & green. | His co-pilot sensing the change in colors, suggested they go back to the ***** little planet before they head past Orion. For that suggestion, he saw his companion blush his more usual placid hue. When Sally came to the car the girls had a discussion, it was Alicia who spoke, "Sally, Don't ever put your finger up your *** & taste it again! That was disgusting. We won't tell anybody," but Sally didn't care. They were all half-dressed & looked like they'd been laying in a field all night. She could care less what they thought about her tasting her own *******. She was practically half Martian already.

Why I believe in beautiful women on Venus.

Queen of Outer Space is a 1958 American color science fiction
feature film in CinemaScope, produced by Ben Schwalb, directed by Edward Bernds, that stars Zsa Zsa Gabor, Eric Fleming, and Laurie Mitchell. The screenplay by Charles Beaumont, about a revolt against
a cruel Venusian queen, was based on an idea supplied by Ben Hecht, originally titled Queen of the Universe. The film was released theatrically
in some markets on a double feature with the Boris Karloff film Frankenstein 1970 a 1958 science fiction/horror film, shot in black
and white CinemaScope, starring Boris Karloff and featuring Don "Red" Barry. The independent film was directed by Howard W. Koch,
written by Richard Landau and George Worthing Yates and produced
by Aubrey Schenck. It was released theatrically in some markets
as a double feature with the Zsa Zsa Gabor film Queen of Outer Space.

Baron Victor von Frankenstein (Boris Karloff) has suffered torture
and disfigurement at the hands of the Nazis as punishment for not cooperating with them during World War II. Horribly disfigured,
he nevertheless continues his work as a scientist. Needing funds
to support his experiments the Baron allows a television crew to shoot
a made-for-television horror film about his monster-making family
at his castle in Germany. This arrangement gives the Baron enough money to buy an atomic reactor, which he uses to create a living being, modeled after his own likeness before he had been tortured. When the Baron runs
out of body parts for his work, however, he proceeds to **** off members
of the crew, and even his faithful butler, for more spare parts. Finally,
the monster turns on the Baron, and they are both killed in a blast of radioactive steam from the reactor. After the reactor is shut down
and the radiation falls to safe levels the monster's bandages
are removed and an audio tape is played back in which the Baron
reveals that he had intended for the monster to be a perpetuation
of himself because he was the last of the Frankenstein family line.
Captain Patterson (Eric Fleming) and his space crew (Dave Willock,
Patrick Waltz and Paul Birch) take a rocket to a space station near Earth.
En route, however, the space station is destroyed by an intersellar energy beam which also affects their rocketship. The space crew crash land
on Venus and are captured. They learn the planet is under the dictatorship
of the cruel Queen Yllana (Laurie Mitchell), a masked woman who has
most men, keeping only mathematicians and scientists on a prison colony moon which orbits Venus. In the palace, the astronauts are aided by a beautiful courtier named Talleah (Zsa Zsa Gabor) and her friends (Lisa Davis, Barbara Darrow and Marilyn Buferd). The women long for the
love of men again and plot to overthrow the evil queen. When Patterson
has the opportunity to remove the Queen's mask, he discovers she has
been horribly disfigured by radiation burns caused by men and their wars.
In a fury, the Queen decides to destroy Earth and its warlike peoples
but she dies in the attempt. The Venusians are free again to enjoy
the love of men.

Making memories,
wondering who sent for me,
if it wasn’t you then who was it,
and if you didn’t why are you here anyways,

have man have machine,
have real life have dream,
were you born or were you made,
there isn’t a difference or so it would seem,

you don’t believe,
because you’ve never seen a miracle,
that’s why you **** for a fee,
and why you’re always so cynical,

and maybe that’s why I write,
more than I do anything else,
as a way of trying to jog your memory,
while running up the bill,

at the bar trying to wash away,
things I can’t recall,
in this present day dystopia,
call me Jack I’ll call you Jill,

getting drowsy,
must be the pills,
on a plane,
going somewhere else,

travel some much,
sometimes i wake up and don’t know what country I’m in,
it’s a dog eat dog world so cat naps can be dangerous,
especially when you drink and drink sleep walking on Ambien,

a creature with amnesia and beautiful features,
how’d you become such a miracle,
are you really that perfect,
or is that just the way I remember you,

guess it doesn’t matter either way,
because maybe I don’t even remember you,
maybe you’re not mine because maybe you never were,
maybe nothing is mine not even the memories I have of you,

maybe it’s all just programmed,
by a woman behind a glass wall,
maybe in the end we have the same thing we had in the beginning,
which is absolutely nothing at all,

making memories,
wondering who sent for me,
if it wasn’t you then who was it,
and if you didn’t why are you here anyways…

∆ LaLux ∆

I’m definitely Matrixed in,
feel like every girlfriend is a program,
feel like every experience is a dream,
feel like I don’t feel anything at all now,

maybe I’m a machine,
maybe I’m not a human being,
maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien,
maybe I’m more electron than neuron,

and maybe none of this matters,

maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle,
maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs,
more flamboyant than incog,
more insignificant and important,

and maybe I’m special,
and maybe I do stand out more than most,
but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters,
because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust,

no justice,
it’s justice,
feeling a bit awkward and bazaar,
suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch,

and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real,
but I do have a pretty strong hunch,

want fresh squeezed not pre-made,
want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response,
want to stay here with you for as long as I can,
but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone,

so please say something real or say nothing at all,
constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence,
that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships,
even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,  

but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix,

I’m definitely Matrixed in,
feel like every girlfriend is a program,
feel like every experience is a dream,
feel like I don’t feel anything at all now…

∆ LaLux ∆