now have i known the fear of the earth people,

who are indeed a nasty bunch. verily space calls to me,

the siren song of the void, my home. yet i have foolishly

tied myself to the mast of this sinking ship —

soon may i find myself in the display window

of a major supermarket chain.

i disguise myself as an advertising executive,

and wait for the inevitable….

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