i-made-my-choice-a-long-time-ago:

songofages:

bobeestinger:

muchymozzarella:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

^ TRUTH
Seriously, whenever I use a flip phone the first thing I always think of is Star Trek :D

NO 
THIS SHIT AIN’T RIGHT
STAR TREK DIDN’T PREDICT THE FUTURE FOOL
IT CREATED THE FUTURE
IT INSPIRED THE FUTURE
THE REASON THESE THINGS EXIST IS BECAUSE STAR TREK MADE PEOPLE WANT THEM TO HAPPEN
STAR TREK IS THE FUTURE

Dont forget about automatic doors

People are currently trying to make tricorders  as well. So far it can monitor heart functions.

oh an hyposprays are in the works, too

i-made-my-choice-a-long-time-ago:

songofages:

bobeestinger:

muchymozzarella:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

^ TRUTH

Seriously, whenever I use a flip phone the first thing I always think of is Star Trek :D

NO 

THIS SHIT AIN’T RIGHT

STAR TREK DIDN’T PREDICT THE FUTURE FOOL

IT CREATED THE FUTURE

IT INSPIRED THE FUTURE

THE REASON THESE THINGS EXIST IS BECAUSE STAR TREK MADE PEOPLE WANT THEM TO HAPPEN

STAR TREK IS THE FUTURE

Dont forget about automatic doors

People are currently trying to make tricorders  as well. So far it can monitor heart functions.

oh an hyposprays are in the works, too

(via amazingalaina)



And finally, September 14th, 2014

time passes so strangely
in this state—
I blink and a month goes by
barely registered moments
I have awoken now
thankfully, without a long white beard.


I wonder what will happen
when we find aliens.
Will we arrest them
for being on “our land”
Would the flag game begin again?


I do believe we will find them
how could I be so selfish 
to think we are alone?
Besides—
Star Trek.


I sometimes miss Pluto
as if it is no longer there.
Our children learn there are only eight planets—
See what naming does?


there would be no remembrance
without forgetting. 
time takes care of its own.


mug of fresh coffee
sitting silently, cooling
I have forgotten my pleasures 

My first September sans schooling
in SIXTEEN years.
the absence is not as sweet as expected.


look at the roots of an old oak tree
and then try to tell me
we aren’t all connected.


trees change without moving—
we do not have that advantage,
must rip off our own leaves
and, hands covered in sap
go and seek the sun ourselves.



it’s allergy season all right
#not all grass.


regularities make use feel real
the dog that always barks at my face
didn’t even see me—
I felt invisible
and somewhat offended


silence is not an absent presence
—void—
rather, a present absence
—the cloth is whole but the stitches are missing—


my inner monologue 
has no accent
and refuses to speak 
in iambic pentameter.
I am disappointed.


in my room it rains.
curtains shielding the sun
headphones accepting the lie.
my head is full of water
heavy thoughts cannot float
and I cannot hear their screams.

I can’t wait for October thunderstorms
where leaves whip around in circular dances
the lines of reality run
like in on a tear dampened page


September is the waiting month—
for the leaves to change
for the cold to come
for the sky
to turn.


this room reduces me—
with a jolt I remember I am 22
twenty-two
my mother was already married
and working. 


if you think something is simple
you are only seeing it’s 2-D appearance
in your limited vision
reality is self created
and thus self limited


you lied to me, academia
taught from the start that I’d have 
Immediate Success!
as long as I got through college
and memorized what you told me 
was important
call me bitter, but your attitude was for another age
and an economy that no longer exists


chai tea latte
cinnamon kisses and a milky caress
to go please. 
human interaction over spices 
as always

you learn about conditioning
wonder in disbelief
but then I remember
I cannot use lefty scissors 

I still write letters—
it is easier than calling
and i can see your smile
in the way you write hello