Imagine a self-replicating mass moving in two directions, let us say making a rod 2" in diameter, and infinitely extending itself (by means unknown). When this stick of material reaches a few hundred light-years in length, a slight rotation at it's center will result in endpoint velocities exceeding our friendly constant C ( Read more... )

eyes lit i pawn short breaths
a fawn's dark eye lids
but life's breath like a sun to repent

i need the sun to repent.

In my mind I hear the strangest things. A note struck with too much force. A person, too distant to understand. A moral story with an intensity that rings too clear. A brightness that floods.

Which do I allow in?

Where have I allowed myself to be?

Why do I care?

What do I do?

When you’re playing and you’re just you, powerful things happen.

It's hard to make an LJ post, because I have moved away from all my friends on LJ. I hope everyone is doing well. I'm cool up here in Brooklyn, especially true since it's currently 55 degrees, and it's like a million in the Atl. I often wish that I had moved like a normal person, pack, tell everyone, tie up loose ends. But like so many things I do ( Read more... )

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