You know what I need from you
I’m staring down into the sea
The resting place of your grave
I want to tie it right down
Then pull the rip cord like a top
Watch until it slips and flops
A shiny ray of destiny
A wave of brilliant darkness
The trench bursts – frights
Sounds of fear and then silence
Water, please bury this for me
Tides, send everything away
That’s what I need
So please
Stare it down and sail off into heaven
Never thought this could happpen
I’ve been stuck sailing due north
Never more view the iris of silver
Completely lost in havok
Twisted but not deformed
All around me the wind starts to shift
Blows right into my sail
Walls start to fall and break
Turning now fading hard into fate
This is not what I wanted
And still I want even more
And I know you don’t have to be perfect
Still I will try to fight this
Don’t know what I stand for
Is it cheating the point of a Life Capture to use a fancy lens? Probably. But it was too cool not to.
Apparently there’s water ice on mercury. Like a lot. Like somewhere between 100 billion and 1 trillion metric tons (isn’t it funny how large the margin of error for space can be?)
And organics. So we have tons and tons of water, and organic compounds. This is how life on our planet worked. Water+organics.
No life discovered (yet) but this is a great new discovery! It has to be out there…
CBS has a good article
And NASA’s
I really hope we find life out there. With how much organic compounds and water (or evidence of it) we have been finding lately it seems like it’s only a matter of time. No one is saying there’s a strong chance there is life on Mercury, but at the very least we could perhaps learn more about life on Earth by observing the organic compounds and water there.
Yes no why not
It’s tit for tat but I’m up on top
Calm it down like skies in transit
Then rev it up till you can’t stand it
Do it now
It’s you who demand it
Move west ten paces
Then go north
Drop the compass you hold
You are not that bold
Listen to the path charted for you
Your life is subject to review
Avoiding choice to live freely
It’s a paradox, can’t you see?
It’s killing time until you vie to let go of the hand
and —.
Bridge though a bridge through a bridge.
A Projection on Paper… what is this I don’t even
02:54:21 [Jaxxen] why does leveling suck so bad? D:
02:45:33 [Zadck] well
02:54:40 [Zadck] it has to do with your mother, Jaxxen
02:54:50 [Jaxxen] Go on…
02:54:48 [Zadck] it’s a long story filled with dark secrets and untold mystery
02:55:14 [Zadck] it all started when your mother, Beth, met a man named Issac.
02:55:48 [Zadck] What was that? Your mother’s name is not Beth? Of course not, because she changed her name, but I’ll get to that.
02:56:04 [Jaxxen] You’re right, she did change her name.
02:56:10 [Seksibelf] story time with zadck
02:56:12 [Seksibelf] /popcorn
02:56:21 [Zadck] You see, Beth and Issac started a small game company by the name of Level Up Entertainment. Continue reading
It all starts with the first paragraph
A pair of hearts
Or some vengeance to enact
To my left is some ink stored in a bottle of glass
I put my quill down and take a breath before I crash
A long time ago or maybe just last week
A stormy night or up on a mountain’s peak
A sunny day or a darkened stormy night
The actors take their stand as I exit far, far stage right
I only wrote the plot-line
I don’t ever direct
My vision unfolds
but the producer makes it wind up not like I recollect
It’s the role I play
The price I pay for my success
I never follow through
I only go on to write another
Exposed,
Rising,
Conflicted,
Climatically
Descending
Mess
Transcendentalist laying in a hammock
He looks out over the ocean burgundy
Says “I don’t think this is where the plane left me.”
He forgets that he took a left at the last road
Puts on some roller skates and gets stuck in the sand
Thinks back to where this all began
Says “I remember now it all started when I bought that hat.”
And he goes from there saying silly stuff like that
Goes up to the sandbar to get himself a drink
Remembers sandbars are dry and leaves before he gets too weak
Takes a gallon long drink from the ocean and winds up loopy
As if he wasn’t before, but now he can leave be
He looks behind himself and back to the hammock
Says “Hey wait why did I drink that damn it.”
I mean it’s not like it’s that easy
But with burgundy seas and salt-crazed crazies
It begs the question if it’s that easy