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Distant are we? I should say not. We are closer now to Heaven, And He would be proud To extend His hand As our arms retract And recreate The human expansion. To surpass His bounds, We fled our body. Our sanguine vision Sought only red. Now we trample And trot upon His Face. Through the hills of Cydonia We march in triumph. We blacken stars, Our terror-form, And from the dust will rise The trans-human expansion. When on Olympus Mons, Build as the Gods once built! Where would we be better off But this wasteland so well deserved? Where on Earth was there such opportunity? Only on Mars can we part the Red Sea.

Living Poetry I: Walk around and write down words that you see. Add an adjective in front of all the words gathered. Write a poem. Escaping Fame Easily. Black Hitler Fashion Nazis Love good behavior and Hate the 40’s; Oscar Wilde’s Purple syphilis slammed Darwin’s superior Positive thinking; Frankenstein-Jesus Is too taboo. Time is but a hazardous Sanctuary for paradoxes, Clipping, cutting names And faces From books And photographs… Surprise! Your terrorism flies with time, And broken skin numbs with age. Communists are dead, The Trinity is dead, Death is dead, We are dead. Thank you time For killing us, dead.