Shit. brother. It's the gift of the English tone, we got the oral orifice oscillator,motherfucking. of the gods. That is our racial trait. Including all those we spread across the sea.
Unrelated note: as a child my dad used to stick my siblings in I in the back of his truck with comforters and stuff. Then he'd drive around and we would stargaze. I've always thought stargazing like that would be a cute time, lol, and tis a dream date of mine.
So if anyone wants to do so I will pay you in leftover Francs and Euros. Or monopoly money.
Shit. I motherfucking. love stars. I got a little like...ball thingy...it's like a globe but of star charts on my desk and a rocket ship. Also...tides of trash I can't remember washing up on my digital dock.
I can't, like. remember the names and shape and shit though.
Shit sister. Il ike...have a thing. Called the changing hour. Where. I sit down and watch the dusk of night and day as it turn fro mmotherfucking. the velvet purple nebula and into the dark blue flood of a day and like to think of a little thing I'm gonna change today.
Fuck. You know. Stars are wicked whacky and whombat in the thongbat but I always think of like. Lovecraft shit. Stars like the gateway to the infinity os possibility man. Because you get to see into the distance that Earth can't provide and all that shamn mystics.