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When I was a child I played with the egg carton scattered paperclips around the house bottle caps nail polish anything that could be a passenger on my spaceship
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
I Wanted to Be a Trash Can
Theandric Relating to, or existing by, the union of divine and human operation in Christ, or the joint agency of the divine and human nature… in any ever after, timeless nature is thinkable, first peaceable, gentle, easily made easy with, free as the wind true rest in coincidence, yes, the actual idea, yes in opposition to no, and working together, stirring in whole new precepts to judge with, chaos and beauty, stormy weather and calm, tobe ra', post internet literate inventory bots, aiaiai what could I have known, had I read then what I read today, had it been thinkable back in the times we made order, made muscles remember qwerty gestures, ai, as if we have a genius for testing best easy ways, we build on each easier way, we meander theandric, - as it is written whosoever is a grand inclusion androautomatical informational intelligence leg-ends collections of meaningful reasons for faith usage. Garbs of right uses, lose all value, naked. True. Idleness at days end, gloaming sophist tries, means of matching first impressions, is it real, or Memorex, tell me wordless window watcher. Watching infants gain first order for search oh how happy we shall be, when we know our ABC-DE mmmmhmm four square frame of reference, Hollies, look through any window/ now, I am the grandfather, proud, with no hubris, as salt with no savor, good for preserving old paths. Leave it be, today, I made these remarks, at the same time something happened everywhere. And now, these times of constant entertaining information acquisition with intention expand to graphically appear in the mind of any ever who ever rewatched "My Octopus Friend" and American Utopia, and the Last Waltz, Class action inclusive bubble develops, but now, we stretch, was my grand father low or middle brow? How long was America MAGA ablized, rooted Caliche, soft lime, left deep ruts where braked wagons ground recessed groves, we could see, those mostly got eroded away after a century. My grandfather rode from Sweetwater to Williams, on horses he tamed and made useful, on horses his father shod, and taught him to shoe, such knacks as smith's must grow to feel known, to any degree as fine as tempering spring steel, using modified fires of inner solar ovens, the size of the point of the smallest star you see. Spot welding aitia precepticonical connection, where chata left a gap open to chabad concoctions.
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Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
New and alien concepts of onenesses
Theandric Relating to, or existing by, the union of divine and human operation in Christ, or the joint agency of the divine and human nature… in any ever after, timeless nature is thinkable, first peaceable, gentle, easily made easy with, free as the wind true rest in coincidence, yes, the actual idea, yes in opposition to no, and working together, stirring in whole new precepts to judge with, chaos and beauty, stormy weather and calm, tobe ra', post internet literate inventory bots, aiaiai what could I have known, had I read then what I read today, had it been thinkable back in the times we made order, made muscles remember qwerty gestures, ai, as if we have a genius for testing best easy ways, we build on each easier way, we meander theandric, - as it is written whosoever is a grand inclusion androautomatical informational intelligence leg-ends collections of meaningful reasons for faith usage. Garbs of right uses, lose all value, naked. True. Idleness at days end, gloaming sophist tries, means of matching first impressions, is it real, or Memorex, tell me wordless window watcher. Watching infants gain first order for search oh how happy we shall be, when we know our ABC-DE mmmmhmm four square frame of reference, Hollies, look through any window/ now, I am the grandfather, proud, with no hubris, as salt with no savor, good for preserving old paths. Leave it be, today, I made these remarks, at the same time something happened everywhere. And now, these times of constant entertaining information acquisition with intention expand to graphically appear in the mind of any ever who ever rewatched "My Octopus Friend" and American Utopia, and the Last Waltz, Class action inclusive bubble develops, but now, we stretch, was my grand father low or middle brow? How long was America MAGA ablized, rooted Caliche, soft lime, left deep ruts where braked wagons ground recessed groves, we could see, those mostly got eroded away after a century. My grandfather rode from Sweetwater to Williams, on horses he tamed and made useful, on horses his father shod, and taught him to shoe, such knacks as smith's must grow to feel known, to any degree as fine as tempering spring steel, using modified fires of inner solar ovens, the size of the point of the smallest star you see. Spot welding aitia precepticonical connection, where chata left a gap open to chabad concoctions.
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The gigantic wheels of light emerge from the sea -- like super spaceships.
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 3:17 AM UTC
[ The gigantic wheels ]
In the countryside There comes a darkness. A space- Craft blocks out the sun. Blue light from below. Blue light. The trees electric Wine dark disc over white sheep What omen is this That I, first of mankind sees? What heart of time past Has coalesced in this space? I stare at the ship Turn violet. My tired eyes Seeing new life above all
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
In the countryside a spacecraft
I wait for this weird blue box to land on my yard, piloted by an alien who invites me to travel far because I feel so lonely and depressed on Earth that I make dreams out of my scars
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
would you like to be my companion?
Magical mystery rides Falling through the skies Of the rumbling lullaby You sing to me Moon walking and Stare gazing When I look into your eyes That leave me mesmerised. The love that’s like a dream Come to me As I wished upon a star And watched my dreams come true Stay alive, stay passionate Spaceship fly me to the moon Spaceship do not run out of fuel When we started off We were purring but now after so long you’re still going But do not run out of fuel Make this love magical A twinkle of faith Goes a long way.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Spaceship Love
Somehow, the song always reminds me of us. As teenagers lost in a sea of stars, We plummeted so far.   Crashing through the air. Our hearts burning in kindle fire. Waves couldn't ruin the flare. Abandoned in the frozen twilight, I would think of you as I gazed above. When the memories come back, It's all us and what we make it. Our dreams of being astronauts, While sailing a spaceship away from here.
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
Teenage Satellites
_Going seventy thousand miles an hour. Our comet is increasing in speed, building up power. We are exiting the solar system. We will never look back, never miss them. I will never get bored on a celestial object, in a lonely space if you are with me, and our love is the subject in a star full place._
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
Comet
They're here They're upon us Arrived while the world was sleeping While in a coma Scheming eyes behind rubbery masks Painted smiles with veneered teeth Keeping us still Keeping us on mute Dosed up on pills Chemically induced Stolen our minds Stolen our thoughts While looking in our eyes The scent of our fear energises them Who are they you ask Opposition to man In every profession Positions of power To practice control To take control Sending terror through the airwaves Mankind their guinea pig Experiments performed without your knowledge While watching your favourite movie Portholes everywhere Who can you trust No-one Who can you tell No-one For the person next to you Might be more than just ... Someone
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Alien Invasion
Two knocks When the sun has long since stopped burning And we should be hearing those two knocks, We will already be gone and the Earth will be but a rock. Voyage into the future, heading for a new galaxy; We are evolving, new planets are beckoning, So we must build a space ship to secure our destiny. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Two knocks
We see you commander, Floating away. Don’t lower your flag, We need you to stay. Don’t lift off this Earth. That won’t do you good. You’ll only be lonely, We did what we could. Will the little men save you? I think not. Don’t float away, Or you will be gone. Commander, you command this rocket, Starboard, port, into the abyss. We serve under you without failure, But we cannot function like this. I know you think that no one will care, But we do, we love you, and life is not fair. You have a purpose; Commander come back, Don’t give up on us, or we will all crack.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
In Delirium
Goodbye earth with her I will fly away now there are stars and haze but she is my pace don't leave otherwise I might suffocate the space has turned into and ocean and I've never learned how to swim.
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
Spaceship
The days blend seamlessly into one another, Like dusk til dawn exists In the blink of some cosmic eye, Dazed but not blinded By the dapple pattern of the stars Against the interstellar void. The days fly endlessly by, Like leaves being blown away On some strange autumn wind, Destined to go Places where I’m not. The days never end, Until they do, Like some starcraft distant In both space and time, Finding the edge of the universe And falling over it.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Starry Eyed
I am Drifting Dazing deeply Take me high in the sky Firey, disk ablaze As we hover towards the deep black sea in the sky Light up the abyss, reflecting through eyes Hypnotising through harmonic tones Oh slowly breaking the atmosphere As we go Craft O
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
Spaceship
Psychedelic patterns scrawled inside and out. A port hole cut into the side. Two eyes peep out and blink. A fly lands on the top for a rest. The smell of wet card made limp from morning mildew. A giggle, eyes squinting in the afternoon sunshine. The small voice within says: 5.... 4.... 3.... 2.... 1.... BLAST OFF!!!!
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
The joy of BOX
Streams and some remains, Nothing soars around this vessel, it feels just like blood stains; reality is just a sick game. Invisible particles of light that reach their critical mass; and suddenly explode outside. (…and suddenly burst in my mind.) Wander across barren wastelands, Drifting throughout burning planets. Come to me whatever you do, Wherever you are, come with me. I can see through an empty soul, carving the black pits that singe inside; blending the coldness of your foreign heart, your trust in me can be my demise. Stones raining from below, darkness surrounds my scars; the glasses of this artificial frigate are not bullet proof. (…the windows of my ship are not ice-static proof.) And remain in silence, and forever believing, that my love is against you and my hate is loving you.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
The loneliest particles of light.