The horizon was lost for the swell, the wave, the wall of water before me, and the clouds started moving in on the moon. Then it all started to fall apart, as the local magnetic anomaly’s dragging me to Mars. I see communication schemes among the stars. Visual distortion as in mushrooms. Oh shittake, what to do? “Come inside boys, we’re knocking it on the head. No more playing out on deck. Hide in the hole but don’t chuckle.”
The Interpolator’s got our backs and she’s taking us way off the long way home. Phantom targets are getting close again..along with purposeful moving stars. But with all of these navigational aids, I still can’t find my way. Out of AARPA’s wide, wide range.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
