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What does one do in hyperspace? It was a question that niggled his mind on occasion and certainly taunted him with its insistence on a teasingly chipper lilt. Wholely unlike the problem itself, which tended to lead to drudgery and the mundane. Still, for the sake of his own mind, he attempted to quantify the answers for himself and others.
What does one do in hyperspace? He batted at the invisible and inaudible sound waves that did not even exist save in his own head, then continued to write.
There wassssss...
Lusting
Drinking
Shooting
Playing
Sleeping
Creeping
Reading
Leading
Planning
Plotting
Plying
Frying
Violence
And Murder~
There wasssss...
Chatting
Ratting
Lying
Cheating
Stealing
Expressing one's own mutual feelings?
Designing
Reclining
Medicine
Practice
Training
And the news.
His expression soured. "Playing" wasn't very descriptive, and 'lusting' made even the lovely loving heartwarming couples seem carnal and perverse.
And in all topics of course one would have to expand it to make it of any interest to the crew at all, let alone the reader.
Still, and the song cheerily chimed in, all things considered against what one could do in a world or society...
There was not much to do in hyperspace.
Literature
Hospital oddities
i. ask your housekeeper if you require fresh fruit
ii. give me the words but not the pain;
give me the warmth of the fire without the flames
the future might change but the past stays the same
give me a life without any grief
give me hope without the need for blind belief
the past might change but the future stays the same?
iii. i don’t believe in the scars that I’ve got
or the spaces between.
there was once a whole person there.
i outgrew her aged four.
iv. water is a vegetarian option
(as is milk)
v. i am on my own
(i am always gonna be this way)
vi. we’re all angels here
(no love ,we’re all insane)
vii. did
Literature
Night Terrors
The silence weighs heavily,
expanding around me, fog
I can't escape. The light
sweetness of the day, gone,
replaced by ugly loneliness
that whispers lies that could
almost be half-truths in the dark.
The blanket touches my skin,
irritant, my body writhes against
the tyranny of the sheets,
a lockbox of restless energy.
Lethargy replaced by wide-eyed
paranoia, a litany of worst case
scenarios, worries, what ifs.
My brain runs and runs and runs
until it overheats. I pass out in
a confused tangle of bed linens
and sweat, brow furrowed deep,
waiting for you to come home
to quiet the demons and make
it smooth once more.
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
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Of course, even THEN, one requires the hologame, lover, drink, sustenance, or willingness to do it.
Flopping bored and solitary is the manner most take. Iz a long trip.
Vaguely to the tune of 'what would you do for a klondike bar', I think, but I can't identify it.
Flopping bored and solitary is the manner most take. Iz a long trip.
Vaguely to the tune of 'what would you do for a klondike bar', I think, but I can't identify it.
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