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All the hot air that Luck emits

Spine of the solar system cracks

milky way grub

The Forces unleashed by The Consumer smacked against each other like stonker marbles; give me space bubbles any day.
The Milky Way was no longer safe. All the filaments of gas and dust, the spine of the ecosystem that gives birth to life twisted and snapped. The Consumer feasted upon the fraying strings of energy that held the universe together.

How did such a cute little grub turn into … oh, but I mean … You would think that less gravity would be a good thing. Less friction, should be a smoother ride. Nope. Bigger problems that roll faster.
Remember when the evil queen didn’t just banish Goldilocks, she wanted her heart. Er? That was Snow White, wasn’t it?! Whatever. You know how fairy tales go. Little ones grow up fast and they eats …

The Milky Way used to be such a nice neighbourhood.

You are here ☞ Ker-Plunk! ⁂✰

⚛   Listen! Her heart flutters madly … she needs me!

Don’t they always? As stubborn as her parents. Still, she’s only human, subject to fate, yet willing to change her destiny. No quitter.

They all needed me. Da Vinci, Galileo, Newton, Einstein. All heart-stoppers. Blockbusters! All desperate to release the Unknown.

Truths are a tricky business. The unspoken truth is hard to speak, let alone love. I should know. I am their god!

Worshipped through the ages at the gambling table of life. I listened to all their prayers: “Help me Luck! Save me Luck! Don’t let me down Luck!”

It ain’t talent or skill, or practice, that makes the good ones. It’s me!

Luck! That’s who. I am the difference between winning and losing, choking and breathing. You better pray that Luck is on your side in your greatest time of need, when you want the saliva of The Consumer blown off your dissolving planet.

Schroder

You are here – ☞ ◑。

Trip it up, trip it down, trip the others, take them down.
Music is a very elemental thing. It drowns out the screams…

Did I say screams? Sorry.

You are here, on the Earth.
You, the planet, the dog, are whorls of existence, dust clouds in deep space.

So are skeletal remains.

Here’s a tip if you happen to meet a creature from deep space: Scream! No, but seriously. I tell you this in all genuine honesty. This is your final boarding call…

Rip it up, rip it down, Yeah-Yeah! Shake it down! Ah-ha! Unhinged in The Whorl. Whoo-hoo!

We are one and the same – unfortunate circumstances force me to admit this. You and I need each other to survive evolution. Ta-ra-ra b-OO-M-sey-Eh!

There’s more deep space in you than there is water – and you are 80 percent water. Since 80 percent is more than half, how exactly can there be more deep space than water?

Easy. Deep space connects everything. There’s deep space in water too! Am I right?

Don’t stress dopey. This is a little more advanced than Lego, or even nanobots, so don’t you worry if you don’t get it.

You don’t matter anyway. Ha! It’s me I’m worried about. Extinction was never part of my evolution.

True inhabitants of deep space are more special than you. You don’t see us. But deep space connects our Whorls.

Welcome to mine! The Whorl of the Great UnKnown, Kapoot.

_ Luck