Writing is something I allow to flow out of me when ideas formulate organically and need an outlet.
Manuscript of the Universe
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say"(Vocal). Those saying this are probably humans. Maybe this is even true, but we don't say this. Space is a noisy place, but I guess it's true "no-body" can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. The rest of us can. It can be very disruptive too. Please keep that in mind after reading this. So, if you shall ever go, you wont fall in the trap of thinking no one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. I assure you we can.
A Futures Opus to a Capitalist Dictator
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Noise silenced by the change in gravity. Killing all echoes and reverberations. The flashes of scans, creating a cocoon of stars enclosing the space. A body "in vacuo". The vacuum lowering gas pressures, stealing screams and removing matter. Transporting the sentient matter to a holding cell, a purgatory, while services are rendered. I was screaming, but my screams sounded muffled and distant even to my own ears. Maybe I was screaming in my mind. I felt the wind knocked from my lungs. My leg muscles cramping. Specifically my gastrocnemius spasming out of control. Flashes of light, then the feeling of two pricks in my arm. Itchy and irritated I could not scratch. After the first prick a metallic taste entered my mouth. A flavor that can best be described, I imagine, as sucking on a penny or foil. The second prick and the cramps in my legs disappeared. Blue lights flashed glittery and brilliant with a silvery sheen and then nothingness. Blackness all around. No feeling. Maybe even sleep. I awoke supine in bed. My head neatly placed on my pillow. A glass of water on the night stand, as I always have. The memories more a phantasmagoric past dream than a frightful ordeal.
West World Movie
A socio-politically related idea struck me while watching the old '73 Westworld movie. The idea came from the wall paper, near the beginning, on the plane of all things. I began relating simple pie chart circles, from the wall paper, to life and the theme of groups, hierarchy, and technology.