trash from a dead spy
satellite drones
flying spider drones zipping down nanotube rails to hose off burning hulls
your log has been updated.
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"mm i had HELLA oolongclick"
a little work in the hast has passed. in a fine twist of smoke caught on a stirring warmth arising from an afternoon sun ray
"wanting more than you've got to give"
~~tears stream in vylade
a satisfying layer of dirt. i knocked shit around on my rig to see what does what.

knowing the secrets of a dead spy;
a case of beer. women. loud rips, screams down a highway.
an interstellar case of podrot.

the jaguar and the wolf. each poems in a 2500 cubic meter package.
stopping bullets with the signature.
warping away........

each their own artforms
the orbiter, the groundpounder, the fisher, the sneak. the rook, the rooster, the crow.
a dagger made of air, a hammer & claw made of tristack gallente "blackguard" chipped lavaflow only from nausschire VII,
caldarian silk rope. amarr slavepressed space wine.

this one man him got this big ship with other ships in it
he got lots of datacores this man him robbed up an entire moonlab
the bills and strange tokens they all trade, in outer space.
proof of a dead man, proof of a conspiracy, proof of warwheels turning...

brrroowwwng(a nice, soft, round computer tone to wake a dozing captain to an alert)--"we do so apologize for the interrupted service. we will resume transmission shortly. thank you for tuning into us here on the outer rim with R0B0EZRD and Fat Tom the Wormcan.