if somebody comes at you with "leap seconds", take pity. they have drunk too deeply from the cup of knowledge

the void calls. what do you do? i am sending that bitch to voicemail

we are each of us a mass of star-stuff wrapped around an aching void. our lives are spent seeking something to fill that void— what have you chosen? i chose dick

in outer space no one can hear you posting

we are all of us hurtling through a void we can only comprehend as infinity— a vast expanse we cannot understand or even fathom— and you come to me on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding, to ask something of me?

welcome to,, space

scared