blackholes & revelations

I dream about falling backwards into black holes.

There is nothing there and I am nothing.

But I am something, and something that is floating.

There is also no consistency in space.

Send me to that galaxy where there is floating clouds of rum

and I’ll remember to bring a Camelbak full of coke.

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