Ship log, Alpha Centauries 3943 We have been on the run for seven cycles. The tracker ray is for life, it won’t wear off. We have out manoeuvred our pursuers, but every second I feel them draw near. Onue has found...

as an unwitting participant in the undercurrent of darknessaffecting things great and smallmaneuvering the aether with a kissspiraling thoughts become worldsan act so small as a whisper can alter thingscause chaos in the grander scheme of thingsso I utter...

The hum hum of the musicOne sleepy faceThe shisha lightsYou in front of meTakenBut oh good sexYou took a look at meI could not stop my smilePretended smoking cough The hum hum of the musicOne sleepy faceThe neon lightsYou in...