Space – Page 3 – cereal after sex

The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars… Read more.

The Moldy Oranges of God

The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to… Read more.

In the warbled dawn of a coming hot summer day the crypto man wiles away in a labyrinth of enigma.… Read more.

A long morning yawns its mallow yellow yawn out there on the grass where the trees and the heart live,… Read more.

A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line… Read more.

You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.

Time is all nonsense now, like purple wine in a gravity-free cathedral. Jesus and his sex dolls are just spinning… Read more.

I cut up some of the sausages and ruptured egg yolks with the pieces and then ate. She studied me… Read more.

“You take care now,” he said, and he moved toward the door and went out of the building and into… Read more.

I moved closer to one of the windows and pressed a hand against it. When I looked out onto the… Read more.

He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if… Read more.

Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet. Read more.