seems it is the privilege of being born twelfth sign to read this text devise the code
and see with eyes pure Old Testament
but as we enter this establishment scan, reconnoitre,
see this bunch of executive media types crunched around a table talking District 9 or possibility of TV follow up with talent competition and fun rides
I could pitch them my talent show all of them contestants, nobody survives
and the fish trying to sell me something could it be a (fish)fingerprint of the gods tale of Antarctica hiding Atlantis
love these lost cities when feel lost in the city, lost in my own mind
should write an alternate history in which my ex-wife led a revolution sending me and my kind South to Antarctica
where there are alien space bases, lunatic fringe has it
me and my kind I do not have a “kind”
milk of human kindness milk of my galaxy
spiral nebula in my coffee could be Andromeda
hurtling towards us take billions of years to get here,
Greek mythology certified, sweet extinction on its way