I am so very lonely The cold gets to my bones I am solitary and alone There are no real friends I don’t need a crowd Just someone to fulfill me I feel so deep and empty The hollowness is killing me Thus I sit and wait But time waits for no one As the clock ticks the hours And days and weeks go by The crescent moon waxes and wanes And the years roll away Like palm fronds waving at the sky My arms are wide open
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
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