Farmer Strives to Preserve Old Ways

Art. "The station was a wreckish modular anchored to a jelly pool eatery. I ate fried scribbers on the balcony and made my way to the ship. Waiting in line, "I'm Still Alive" by E.G. played on the loudspeakers incessantly. The flight did not go well. I ate an IC bar and immediately got the ache from the steroids. I couldn't stand it. I tried wrapping my hooks around my body but it did not help. I went to the facilities and stared at myself in the mirror, inspecting for skin ripples and...
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Art. "The station was a wreckish modular anchored to a jelly pool eatery. I ate fried scribbers on the balcony and made my way to the ship. Waiting in line, "I'm Still Alive" by E.G. played on the loudspeakers incessantly. The flight did not go well. I ate an IC bar and immediately got the ache from the steroids. I couldn't stand it. I tried wrapping my hooks around my body but it did not help. I went to the facilities and stared at myself in the mirror, inspecting for skin ripples and hair patches in hopes of a distraction but it did not help. In despair, I went to a payper. Sitting stubbornly refusing to think about the pain, I grabbed a shell share with Dex Wesh who fantasized a complex scenario with the first mixed race Slapface team to win the global championship on Missinctit 10. Their 'melting pot' motto was very racy and I really tried to enjoy myself."—Canner MEFE