09-22-09_05 – Orbiting The Space-Dick
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.
No flying ducks
Or fire trucks
Not much to see
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