Photo Source: Unsplash Galaxy Brain     I’m trying to be less literal, said the fluorescent blue square drunk on Svedka and manifesting stars in front of her. I’m trying not to say exactly what it is I mean.             She brings the plastic cup to her lips again and breathes out a sigh, all spacedust and semiotics and the slight smell of old sand     [the noun of your choice]     [the noun of your choice] snaps in half with a sound like the crack of a gunshot. [the noun of your choice]...