Coelocanth

I am going to have to move to an asteroid to get out of this stupid situation I have gotten myself into.  Only a distant asteroid will do.  Cancel that, I could never life on a minor planet.  What is it this time?.  Is it because I never learned to walk on land?  I never wanted to and you never asked.  Fine.  The bottom of the ocean for me.  Better still, CAVES on the bottom of the ocean.  How is that?  I'll be down here if you need me.

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.