regarding multicellularity

being multicellular really sucks sometimes.

A disillusioned laboratory animal confronts his trainer

Crap.  The stick again.  Why not the carrot?  I have been pulling this lever for hours, and no food pellet.  Why must everything shiny come with an electric shock?  Why do I never learn?  What are those funny symbols printed on the clipboard?  Where is my sugar cube?  Never a sugar cube, only a shock.   Only the wire monkey for me.  Whatever is at the end of the maze, I do not want it anymore.

A lovers lament, in solution

I just got over you, Hydronium ion, and here you are, back again.  You come and go from water molecule to water molecule as if it means nothing at all to you.  But I know, deep in that impenetrable nucleus of yours, we all mean something.  Just milliseconds ago, we were sharing our every electron.  My magnetic dipole became a song, a lover's song, and we resonated.  Now, these electrons are what they were before, a shell.  I can fell their probability fields shift in your direction as you enter my possible futures again.  This can only stop by our eventual evaporation.  Isn't that true, Hydronium?

an idiot's lament

i am so bored being happy.  i need to cause trouble for myself.  i need to shake things up.  i should drink bleach.  i need designer labels.  i only drink imported vodka.  i could use some meth.  i want to wave my dick at traffic.  i want to tie someone up.  i should be drunk doing this.  i am high writing this, but not high enough to write more than this.  spoons are shiny.  spoons are shiny.  spoons are shiny.

A muon speaks

Time waits for no being.  The irreversibility of evolution is consequential in this regard.  The cosmos contains nothing inevitable, except, perhaps, the hydrogen atom.  Make this nanosecond last.

To Hera

Hera, cow-eyed beauty, you are a sane mind among millions unsane.  You are a distant planetoid, cold and blue, like your eyes.  On autumnal plains, an oak grows in perpetual twilight.  Nestled within its tangled branches, a multitude lurks.  Like a willow in the wind, you bend.  Water carves stone.  Land drifts, imperceptibly on currents of invisible lava.  Stars grow heavy with helium.  Breathe, Hera.  Silence.

Pluto, I am breaking up with you

We have had a long orbit around the sun, and it has been nothing but good times. This is it, though, this is the real thing. You are not a major planet anymore. You are a dwarf planet, or as you like to call yourself, a Kupier belt object. Whatever. Seriously, it is over, but I still want to be friends. It is better sooner rather than later. I have been seeing another planet anyway. It is Chiron, the one you told me to stay away from, because its orbit is unstable. I don't care, I want Chiron now and I don't want you because that is how I feel and I don't have to justify it to anyone. Not to you, not to anyone. You are a frozen world on the edge of darkness, and though I find it terribly sexy, it has its limitations. You reflect so much of the light that hits you. You are covered in frozen methane. Nobody has ever taken a decent photograph of you. You are mysterious, yes, but your are not a real planet. Chiron isn't either, but he is temporary, and when things get serious, I want it to be with an object that has a stable orbit that is coplanar with all the other planets in the solar system. I want harmony, not chaos, Pluto. Be jealous, Pluto, but there is Eris out there and I know you have been checking that one out. Enjoy your frozen orbit. Enjoy the death of the sun, when it comes. We are through, but I still want to be friends. I want to see that beautiful shadow of yours cross the orbit of Neptune and know that you are out there. I want to remember the mystery of your discovery and think that it was you that was planet X, and be grateful that I got to spend so much of my time with you. I want to remember your deep shadows and starry nights with feelings of nostalgia, and nothing else. Not regret, not bitterness, not sadness. Maybe a little sadness.