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AND LIFE, ORBITING A MAIN SEQUENCE STAR II

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RE-ENTRY PROFILE

The red is flowing and that in turn was laid open by my closing. Find an enlarged one and I’m a duration of fade eternity. Her vermilion drapes said I was more or less the yes.

LONG RANGE FORECAST, A

Weather: by sponsors. Wind vector and temperature inversion sequence mixed with electro-genital torture footage. That’s a psychopath. No way the child.

TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER

Comes a bus, so we bizarrely abscond, concluded with right foot to prevent space-time distortion. Heather: fuck her for real, then I watch her and recall. Fractals are then a future discovery, way off, but with a hardwired range to mankind. Moron two looks directly down, reminds me of Wyoming. Zooming in further. Listen, I’m side by side with you, I’m to side by us. Drink on.

ZONE OF AVOIDANCE, THE

Heather walks about out, confronting her understated excerpt. She recoils. Congress recoils also (page 723). Heather walks, sharp as I between beautiful, cascading like the sea, considerably more, fucking herself properly.

UNDERSTANDING THESE EXCERPTS DOES THE JOB

Surrounding us: Stalin the 4B square: Me: G-type main-sequence star to her fuck female UY Scuti; somewhere between beautiful, cascading like The Essence of Ganges. When I see more of her fucking herself properly, then I’ll care. We let this pass off.

ENTROPY ZOOM, THE

Video footage: why number 722? Why mezzanine zoom detail? She needs a psychopath with The Essence of Ganges. We sit together for a duration of eternity. Nothing is real from the primary to my self-similar Mandelbrot fractals. The less was I? Even minutes of this steamy summer not in this case OK, all permutational nuances caught on CCTV. I see the nuanced resemblance remained. I understand.

IN A BUICK RIVIERA

Few drive through such a scene as this: round-backed Americans, the first visible manifestations of entropy within this solar system. Asians mostly, they squirm beneath napalm. We talk through the whole scene. Afterwards: Heather’s de facto vandalism to her office. To a medical journal also. Individual remnants of her room are now all fractals, dividing yet again, each an atomic scion of the galaxy.

AZIMUTH

Straight digression to the TV, the hardwired psychopath, trying to explain the whole shebang, the fiction puddle. Meanwhile waiting placidly for the second Barbarossa.

RECURSIVE SELF IMPROVEMENT

In Russia, live another day. By which she means the book of Novaya Zemlya. Superficial things in here e.g. level 84 detail, as per the maximum zoom. I look on in calmed down manner. Suggest that relevant pages are sealed in glass. Lowered tenderly to the Mid Atlantic Plain. Later, I discover an overt incompatibility. Zooming in – another thought:

SHE TOMBSTONES

Everything will. Tears all people; was the book of my office with the on plan of the primary psychopath, obtained in life reference italics. She films, yes, 132 frames, I know the whole was astounded that I was the video, didn’t take my psychopathy further, but soak in the marriage. Electing we the answer choice – zooming in to the next one, top section talks to the sponsors – they’ll slip when ready.

TECHNOLOGICAL SINGULARITY, THE

Heather returns from her medical journal. Coastline of Novaya Zemlya visible now. Made up, I tell her how much I consider that pre-MapQuest.com America facilitates pornography, fucking the President, left foot on halved squatting down, repeated. Effective manner.

A LOVE SUPREME

Writers, made-up shit. We you she said and ripped out the page. Confirmed this series, this away. I reaffirm my brain.

WAYWARD BEHAVIOUR INHIBITOR
Zoom out: being abused as an excerpt = the heat death of my universe.

© Dan McNeil 2004 / 2021

[An original version of this story first appeared in The Beat, 2004. This version appeared in Fugitives & Futurists, 2021]