I want to go there
                                             And get lost between the waves



                   Never finding my way back

My companion in the heavens
My brother on the dirt
Always wearing those stupid boots
His "first launch" pair

Called them retro
Said they were lucky

Why weren't they touching the walk
Why were they pointing at nothing

Life-line wrapped around a rail
Floating like a human balloon

Small room with two doors
AIRLOCK on the wall

Where do I go

Pitch in one window
Brilliant light from the other

...

I'm in my suit
Outside it is

From the tiny portal
I see a catwalk
And

My god

David

Who was I before I slept
Before I found myself floating

The air is stale
I can't remember how I got here

I'm holding something
It's a note, a message
It can't be read
Through the red wetness

"Wake up Spacem..."

Pray to whatever divine spirit you believe in that you never have to deal with technical support. It is unbelievable that anything actually gets done from talking to these people. If you have a warranted item that you want serviced, you have to survive some idiot's troubleshooting gauntlet.


"but that's dumb, and this line is dumb, and the people speaking are idiots, and they live in a world of dumbshits where stupidity of a form of currency."

God damn it. I don't give a shit about password security! Let me put whatever the fuck I want. If I'm so stupid that I make my password my own name, then I don't belong on the internet do I?!

PS Your bullshit "Prove you're human" thing doesn't work.