There must
be hotline bling in the universe
HA
And we must be able to quantify that
I see what you did there - and the unanswered call is the one where your mother tells you your father was in an accident and is dead is gone is nevercomingback...
Let's be clear about the emptiness of space - the drifting tilting tombs of the big bang that can never reflect anything but their nothingness...
It's fucking empty
The equation of leaving the city
that is the earth
The math of going out more - meeting new people
Tell me that SETI doesn't want a friend to call when that accident happens
It all breaks apart if anyone picks up the phone -
leaves a message or -
emails an out of the office notice
Maybe there's a signpost - a sort of neon club sign that is suddenly in view at some as yet unattained step - do we even know the steps - the
m
o s
v e
Your {The R/The L} feet - they are melting as they near the horizon
as they become fodder for the cow of the universe {black hole]
It's sad to see this it can only mean one thing
the crashed car unfolds itself
the station to station of our talking echoes into the heavens
somewhere
the sound of Motorola
and that guy from that commercial asking if you can hear him now -
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| Source - LIGO Collaboration |
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