Archive for the ‘Space Junk’ Category

I was in a good place

until around you came,

with your crappy chess set,

making me play your game.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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A man gets out of a van, he has a clipboard and an air of self-importance. Loudly he calls my name…

 

Beatnik.

Sputnik.

Muttnik.

Refusenik.

High art, pop culture interpretations, history, rocket science, street dogs, saying yes to who you are, and saying no to who you don’t want to be. … Screw compromise – let it burn up on re-entry! Never to be touched by human hands again. … Perhaps ultimately we’re all destined to be space junk.

 

Yes!

I love it, I’m not offended.

Peace out.