In a vacuum, where ideas are plentiful and dreams affirm your identity more than reality itself, do you remember when you dared ride the astral surf? Now just metaphors bear the scars.
Pen could never replicate the firmament, yet the ink allows ephemeris to anchor where desire extinguishes ethereal majesty with legend noneese verge resume mails.
Errors of galaxies gone unrecorded:
- The lost Ark of Cosmic Snails
- Black Hole Preservation Society Violation Reports
- Nebulae unware initiative
- Saturn needs Seconds (ad badly humorous index)
Resist the Gravity of Change | Certainty Announces it has Left the Universe | Hypnos Hums the Bhagavad Gita