Monday, August 31, 2009
Canopus Secondi
Nasty little cheese dumplings in a white wine reduction sauce spilt upon the pavement near the curb inside the city on a planet orbiting a massive C class sun near its lifetime maxiumum valance derivived energy output. That's what happens nearly 153 light years from here. Nearest I can tell. The optics are a bit fuzzy, the quantum flux a bit hazy, but good enough that you can tell teh things which are not quite tomatoes are quite like tomatoes.
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I miss the tomatoes of my childhood.
SPACE TRAVELLOR. I AM LISTENING TO THE DEAD.
LIVE.
SMOKE THAT. NEXT TIME GET YOURSELF A FTL SHIP AND YOU CAN ENJOY CONCERTS AS THEY HAPPEN.
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