Music:crown me king- all the king's horses & all the king's men
susan mary was not at prayers this morning.
i feel like locking myself in the cycling chamber of an airlock. on an abandoned space vessel. just sit there, between the bulkheads, spending time. wearing this crumbling latticework brain of mine on my shoulders like ice. cosmonaut bling. on one side the (predominately empty) vastness of space, & on the other the (predominately empty) tomb of technological marvels. i think i'd spend alot of time looking at the emergency explosive bolts. a room all stainless steel exept for red warning decals, the occasional flashing diode on a display. i'd plaster myself to the porthole & watch my orbit around the gas giant decay. apogee to perigee. cresendo to coda. ascendant to fallen.