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ORIONS SHOULDER


Lt. Leland J. Hawke
Civillian: Deployment: Orion
29.06.3012
"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago."
Friedrich Nietzsche (via feellng)

Just tired of feeling like shit.

nanodash:

This is a manifestation of the Meissner Effect. When a superconductor reaches a critical temperature (usually very cold, 1 - 70 K) it expels all magnetic field lines. So if you place it on top of a magnet, it will float. It will float on a cushion of magnetic field. Additionally it will experience almost no friction so if you make a circular track of magnets it will levitate around it for quite a long time. And look awesome doing it. That vapour trail isn’t propulsive. It’s just how cold that superconductor is, it’s condensing the air around it.

nanodash:

This is a manifestation of the Meissner Effect. When a superconductor reaches a critical temperature (usually very cold, 1 - 70 K) it expels all magnetic field lines. So if you place it on top of a magnet, it will float. It will float on a cushion of magnetic field. Additionally it will experience almost no friction so if you make a circular track of magnets it will levitate around it for quite a long time. And look awesome doing it. That vapour trail isn’t propulsive. It’s just how cold that superconductor is, it’s condensing the air around it.

"

nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.

nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?

nobody can save you but
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.

think about it.
think about saving your self.

"
Charles Bukowski, “Nobody But You” (via larmoyante)

It’s 3 A.M. have lost track of meds. Cannot get them. Crawling out of my skin. I smell mangoes but there is no fruit. I know it’s an olfactory hallucination. Maybe tomorrow I won’t know the difference. This is what scares me. How do I know it’s not too late? I stare at the stars and find nothing. I cannot sleep, don’t want to close my eye lids because I will wake with the morning and there will be no sun; just space. And yet I wish I could sleep forever. Is there no mercy? Is the universe so perverse? This is the trouble with androids, they do not stop. The IC chip placed in conception compels us to survive. No way out, traveling forever in the desert of the stars, usless as a satellite in a world that has burned out transmitting data to the ether.

Katie is just a sound like if,if,if,iffff, resounding syllables meaning nothing. All that I have wanted, all that I have loved is just jiberish.

Jettisoned towards the mark, the shoulder of Orion looms in the great distance.
Mercury

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