Chip the Spaceship
Needs a kiss
But has no lips
He needs a hug
But gets no love
Fumes of exhaust
from the black-hole of his tail-pipe
pollute infinite stretches
Plumes of smoke
from his driver's resined water-pipe
dillutes thought into messes
An emo bus
across the Universe divide
what, if anything else
can smoking copious weed contrive?
Friday, April 29, 2033
Friday, April 15, 2033
Perfect men
If you could create the perfect partner, what would you choose if you had just woken up?
What skills does he have in those musing moments you really need a plumber?
What attributes would you believe were the most prudent fit when you conceive a perfect man before and after masturbating?
How does his visage change--in theory--when you're stressed, and need to be done, not loved?
And the next day, when the sun is out, and you want to go to the park; do you still want that man as he is?
Or are his dominating, submitting eyes now softer and bluer, his body thinner and more subtle?
Use caution when creating a perfect man; you'll not always want what you thought.
What skills does he have in those musing moments you really need a plumber?
What attributes would you believe were the most prudent fit when you conceive a perfect man before and after masturbating?
How does his visage change--in theory--when you're stressed, and need to be done, not loved?
And the next day, when the sun is out, and you want to go to the park; do you still want that man as he is?
Or are his dominating, submitting eyes now softer and bluer, his body thinner and more subtle?
Use caution when creating a perfect man; you'll not always want what you thought.
Friday, April 8, 2033
Warfare
As the universe always expands, so does our race's exploration and understanding of it. But as our boundaries broaden, warfare changes, not only in practice and scope, but in nature, as the moral value of personal life is naturally diminished.
Warfare exists now not solely between nations. Of course, China dominates that landscape on earth, while weakened but still sustainable former superpowers like the US and the UN focus all their technology into space. As they should, for now, planets, instead of nations, collide. Civilizations will inevitably clash not for land or money, but existence.
As a globally-backed mission embarks into Gamaphoeba, there is cause for concern. What are the odds that their civilization is far more advanced than ours? Gauging probability, over billions of years, in infinitesimal amounts of space, is daunting, but I'd say we're on the left-side of the curve. It's almost inevitable that, if not this time, then next, we encounter a specy far more formidable than our own, and without any established communication, it'd be dumb luck that prevents us from being destroyed arbitrarily.
Regardless, as enlistment rates into our space fleet skyrockets, there is a clear, positive effect that space exploration has on our moral code. With so much possibility and evidence of other life in the universe, young people are shedding homo-centric bias, tacitly acknowledging our own astral composition, and our cosmic insignificance.
Without this paradigm shift, we would have had no hope to combat likely insurmountable odds on Gamaphoeba and beyond, but as our youth, and our global society as a whole, finally emerges from beneath its comforting blanket of religion, we find ourselves all naturally more inclined to sacrifice our brief, fleeting lives for the sake of our specy so lucky to already exist.
Warfare exists now not solely between nations. Of course, China dominates that landscape on earth, while weakened but still sustainable former superpowers like the US and the UN focus all their technology into space. As they should, for now, planets, instead of nations, collide. Civilizations will inevitably clash not for land or money, but existence.
As a globally-backed mission embarks into Gamaphoeba, there is cause for concern. What are the odds that their civilization is far more advanced than ours? Gauging probability, over billions of years, in infinitesimal amounts of space, is daunting, but I'd say we're on the left-side of the curve. It's almost inevitable that, if not this time, then next, we encounter a specy far more formidable than our own, and without any established communication, it'd be dumb luck that prevents us from being destroyed arbitrarily.
Regardless, as enlistment rates into our space fleet skyrockets, there is a clear, positive effect that space exploration has on our moral code. With so much possibility and evidence of other life in the universe, young people are shedding homo-centric bias, tacitly acknowledging our own astral composition, and our cosmic insignificance.
Without this paradigm shift, we would have had no hope to combat likely insurmountable odds on Gamaphoeba and beyond, but as our youth, and our global society as a whole, finally emerges from beneath its comforting blanket of religion, we find ourselves all naturally more inclined to sacrifice our brief, fleeting lives for the sake of our specy so lucky to already exist.
Friday, March 25, 2033
Of Monkeys and that
If an infinite number of monkeys typed on an infinite number of typewriters, one would eventually publish the complete works of Shakespeare. Infinity makes it happen; that's the rub.
With infinity, everything is possible; it's more than possible, it exists: everything.
Isn't it queer? But yet, back in 2010, people didn't even believe any aliens existed. Is this not egotism to its utmost? Looking at the absurd species on Ferengal or Zeuslya, our own race's self-bias then is rendered even more ridiculous.
In our infinite universe, there's a planet made of jelly. There's stars having sex using dildos and stuff. There's armies of water bottles throwing pecans and almonds at rebellious bands of leather wallets. There's the complete opposite of that, too. There's girls, guys; electrons, protons; neutrons! that's a good one; there's a solar system that looks like Bob Geldof. There's Aliens who are nine feet tall. There's aliens that are eight feet tall. There's aliens that are feet. There's aliens that are nine. There's... everything.
At the very least, in 2033, we are closer to everything.
With infinity, everything is possible; it's more than possible, it exists: everything.
Isn't it queer? But yet, back in 2010, people didn't even believe any aliens existed. Is this not egotism to its utmost? Looking at the absurd species on Ferengal or Zeuslya, our own race's self-bias then is rendered even more ridiculous.
In our infinite universe, there's a planet made of jelly. There's stars having sex using dildos and stuff. There's armies of water bottles throwing pecans and almonds at rebellious bands of leather wallets. There's the complete opposite of that, too. There's girls, guys; electrons, protons; neutrons! that's a good one; there's a solar system that looks like Bob Geldof. There's Aliens who are nine feet tall. There's aliens that are eight feet tall. There's aliens that are feet. There's aliens that are nine. There's... everything.
At the very least, in 2033, we are closer to everything.
Friday, March 18, 2033
Numero Uno
Space is infinite. Therefore, there's a lot going on. Everywhere. Different... sectors.. and galaxies.. and stuff.. man, it's so deep.
Our planet Earth is in the "Goldilocks Zone", where the conditions for life are randomly perfect. If it wasn't, we wouldn't be here. It's not the choice of God's, it's luck. In an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilities, including an infinite amount of planets and galaxies like ours. So everything is possible.
But what are our limitations in the year 2033? Can we warp? How fast do our ships go? Are we inhabiting other planets yet? I don't know, because I have lived in abject poverty for most of my waking life in Detroit. Well, once these things become clearer maybe I will have more to write about.
Our planet Earth is in the "Goldilocks Zone", where the conditions for life are randomly perfect. If it wasn't, we wouldn't be here. It's not the choice of God's, it's luck. In an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilities, including an infinite amount of planets and galaxies like ours. So everything is possible.
But what are our limitations in the year 2033? Can we warp? How fast do our ships go? Are we inhabiting other planets yet? I don't know, because I have lived in abject poverty for most of my waking life in Detroit. Well, once these things become clearer maybe I will have more to write about.
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