09-22-09_05 – Orbiting The Space-Dick

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The radio flickered back to life.  Confetti static and shimmering sideband wails filled the interior of the capsule.  Used food packets and drops of frozen urine twirled and collided against the dead dials and useless switches of the dense gray control panels.

That’s what happens when you orbit the Space-Dick.

Space Sucks
No flying ducks
Summer bugs
Or fire trucks

Cold, expensive
Crappy food
Pushy tourists
Very rude

Stars, dust
Not much to see
Whacky sex
Burning pee


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