Carpe Noctem

It's zero three oh three & the last sound off was Jiminy That chirp of a cricket Off in a corner o'er there sipping tea Red toadstools with the missus Rip Van Winkle lost his sheep neither comprehend the other by one account airborne clear through the  stratosphere blacking out between zero G's straddling exosphere... Continue Reading →

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