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Time is a luxury we no longer possess

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Space Tourism Chronicles The Slingshot Saga Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic in the night Flickering erratic, its core a dying light On Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, a river of light so grand But cycles bled away, draining across the land BK slumped, pale and strained, JB with eyes closed in despair Time a luxury we no longer possessed, consumed by cosmic air. Transcript from the Slingshot Saga - Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our goddamn battered Subi spacecraft, a damn relic lost in the endless black void! Flickering like a dying firefly on the edge of extinction, its core barely clinging to life like some stubborn, flickering candle about to blow out. We’re stuck on Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, that blazing river of cosmic light stretching for eons, yet every damn cycle just bleeds away, sucking the lifeblood right out of this forsaken stretch of space. BK is slumped over, looking paler than a ghost at a midnight séance, and J...

Melbourne Summer Twilight



Melbourne, she gathers strength as she goes
But where has the Pleasure Gardens gone?

The attitude and disapproval of forgotten times linger
No more holidaying for the diggers on the hunt for a bit of fun

Private enterprise will build the bridge

A wooden toll bridge
Bluestone and granite
Then removed replaced and reinforced

Finally, the possessive apostrophe was remove
The lost and whispering magnificence of 19th-century Melbourne









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