Spoken Word, Music and Booms from Cincinnati
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Where has my life for sci-fi gone.
No more warping across the nebula
To engage with my brother and sister spaceman.
To wake up to a quasar and dream of supernova dusks
Now we just scream through tin cans and bang on old rusty pipes.
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