Bolts of energy swirled in the air and streamed into Dave’s butt. Dave sneezed … No. He farted through his nose.

… researchers argue that it’s of utmost importance to unravel the nature of black holes, lest we someday begin to worship them. Sounds ridiculous, but whole segments of humankind have often revered the unknowable, venerating...

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole–it’s so dense that there’s no room for light, but that doesn’t mean it can’t still suck me in.

Black holes are darker than magic markers, but not as black as my mood.

Everything is a lie from the big bang to the black holes.

Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.

they ask why do i look so sadthey wonder if there is something that makes me madhaven’t they understood it all by now? i’m neither mad nor sadi’m just a poet in a dark outfit...

Sure, black holes can kill us, and in a variety of interesting and gruesome ways. But, all in all, we may owe our very existence to them.