Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 7

“Tumbling ever further into the void, we pass beyond the threshold of ourselves into an expansive, indefinable womb of dread, where all nightmares are born…”

Sandra Bullock was great in this.

“What sun or moon will rise on the foreign worlds of our darkest fears? Will we sunbathe underneath the bright-star of our abhorrence, developing a tan of terror?”

“Houston, we have a problem.”

“Every concrete expression of existence is a portal in time, transporting us to the ends of the known universe. There, at the eternal horizon, we are all alone, and yet we hear a voice saying, ‘I think I can see my house from here.'”

No place like home…

“The night’s sky is a graveyard littered with cold, bright corpses telegraphing their life and death to us from unfathomable distances.”

Zombies!

“We drift through life like driftwood drifting along and never coming to rest, if you catch my drift.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

“All I can say for certain is that when the stars finally fall from the sky, I’ll be there watching, waiting to say ‘I told you so.'”

Nobody likes a gloater.

Editor’s note: views and opinions expressed herein do not necessarily reflect those of Comedy So Serious!

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