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MY UNIVERSE


MY UNIVERSE my universe... it grows and grows and goes and goes where to and how far nobody really knows in the vastness in the dark light years from home but where is... that place called home E.T. tried to phone home when he was lost here but ended up reaching a... busy signal intergalactically and 411... only offered unlisted numbers even a rocketship couldn't help me find my way this is a planet that I'm unfamiliar with and simply can't find my way it's catastrophic to say the least but it's the truth... and the will of the beast to watch the vultures fly and circle above... the carcass of what I once was all that remains is feast for their beaks their talons will tear what flesh there is left from my scrawny bones... food for scavengers lost... no home - no phone - all that remains... is sun-dried bones... weathered and glistening in the sun an answer to who lands here next... "obviously you aren't the first the last the only one" aerial 1/05/2015
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Anothe nut fell out of the Planters Peanuts jar!

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