subsonic sounds are emanating. this reminds me of a drawn out version of the noise somebody's stomach makes when they are too hungry for words. but slooooooooooow. hey man did you wake up in the ship's electric room with no idea how you got there? squirrel smoked too much weed and wandered up the galley way of the Queen Mary 3. No one noticed him sneak on board because of his size. Now they are somewhere in the mid-Atlantic on route to Morocco and he rises from his costly cinder induced slumber, eyes aghast like 2 Martian landscapes. fuck. look out the porthole dude. there is only deepness. look up at the sky dude. there is only deepness.can you get a job as a short order cook on board in an effort to legitimize yourself? head up stairs and present yourself to the captain like a shamed child. or maybe work nights as a prostitute for the first class fatties? you decide but it's 3 weeks before we reach the Berber coast and in the mean time you can't live off machine grease now can you?