I don't want to hear about space... |
I've had enough of your science fiction you're constant friction your ugly diction. I don't want to hear about space or the deep voids of black hole suns sucking you up. They remind me too much of your eyes and touch. I'm tired of dancing in the catacombs of meteors as they fall burning to earth to smash; and crash. Dash some salt here, you need flavor. I don't like to countdown or the feel of coming down. In space, you can drown with no water. I'm tired of your technology Good Morning Dave Shut up oh mighty Hal of mine. Shut up and land us on this rock already. This rock. This horrible, ugly, decaying rock. It's earth you know. We're dying. We're dying and all you want to do is blast off into space. Well fuck you! I'm staying here, in my chair with my feet on the earth so that I can see us die. It's paralyzing tantalizing stop patronizing the guests. What are you looking for up there in the empty swells of stars and ice? Are you looking for God? Well last week I met God, he stopped by my hospital bed while you were out in space and he says he's sending Death after you and it's not the death you put in your veins. Your space ship is old and rusted with holes that will suck your air out empty your needle out send you into blackout. I'm sorry, I can't do that Dave. Fuck you Hal. I'm staying on earth. You can choose space. It's too cold there for me. |