Loops, in orbit, as an introduction: Impact of asteroidal chunk - chipping vienna sausage trills - ISS solar stereo blinders - space junk committing huge digs at national parks
How many orbits worth counting?
How many calories? How many meals must be devoured
before a bicycle tour around the drunken Sun, where the racer’s black numbers fade into yellow and their stainless teeth give out the last live signal?
Bone, gravel, spokes; the Sun wants it all, I suppose, when eyeballing its surroundings. It’s a patient tiger, wearing the numerical stripes of its fuel and crouching before engulfment.
What is not fed to the Sun, disintegrates upon re-entry, save for a skull, a bonehead housing hard rock residue, dunder thunder from off of other orbits, Strangulated Beatoffs or Drunks with Guns or somebody’s. A warning from FNU Clone, like science fiction transmitted out from the Radio Church of God on a direct-to-VHS, gets swathed then scours off the endless loop of asteroid chunks and weighted chords. Fades at the bookends of the broadcast suggest we have not tuned in at the beginning and we have not tuned in at the end.
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