writing again

feelings warped, in space-time ... a kyper belt of shit! Perhaps, too unknown ... the asteroid belt of crapola and detestable feelings, angst, depression, doubt, regret, and more. These lumps never were a planet, never were anything, but a barrier. These lumps, if accelerated and directed toward me, do pose a threat. For now, they only circle in silent orbit a planet away. I'd almost rather not have feelings. With feelings is the responsiblity to act in union with feelings and reason. To that end, I've black holes in my stomach, consuming me.

Third planet, special only by its inhabitants. Do Uranians care -- doubt it!