this shit can bend space and time.
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evolving correspondence. well intentioned conversation. measured inquiry. virulent debate.
I tripped, I fell, I crashed into a fully loaded gun.
ReplyDeleteThe gun discharged and killed a bird who fell into the sun.
The sun was having issues with its burning digestive tract,
and the bird that fell into its arms exacerbated that.
The sun let loose a belly full of nuclear emissions
which flew into the velvet night, a beautiful addition.
But now the belch aimed itself at earth's untimely end,
and I had set this whole chain off, I had to make amends.
I made a plan to bend and flex the flow of time and space,
but I couldn't pull it off in time... goodbye, human race!