Fireball
28 Mar
There was a giant star outside my window that evening. I don’t really remember which evening it was, i found the picture from my camera, taken maybe by a giant squid from Mars, or it could be my girlfriend. But i do think that the latter would satisfy the ontological parsimony of William of Ockham’s better than the former if i were to become a philosopher of a giant squid, or the latter.
Such words are not only weird and dangerous but if you remember the latter is my girlfriend and everything is about a giant star outside my window and if you don’t wonder like how i wonder, then perhaps a picture from my camera.
Then perhaps, no giant squid from Mars to satisfy a funky desire.










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