Pack your things, pack your dildo, we might be going to the edge of limbo: crescendo pressure on the window as we go deeper this ain’t flamingo-tuesday, it is more like your doomsday, ready? Your pulse is far from steady. Your palms are sweaty already and you look slim and shady, is that vomit on your sweater? This won’t get better.
To stand on top of giants to get a better view might seem like an admirable and noble pursuit: people of repute, toot, scoot, and flute would never ever dare to utter refute - but shoot! Knifes hiding on their boots, we might be en route to some kind of dispute. In the name of science and say goodwill, we might encounter some people that are ill: vil, vile, despicable, and mean, they would only approach a god to get a better kill.
So fill the tanks but don’t lower your gaze, watch like a soldier with eyes of x-rays, we are here to protect a place unpolluted, don’t let them start wars just because it’s well suited.
Tribute to John Karel @jjjjjjjjjjohn