…I’ll be dead.
Or wishing for it to come quick.
But I bet it’ll be awesome.
Or humanity will be extinct, killed off by the rabid beavers in 2134.
Or uncooked chicken.
Chicken sushi is bad.
Do not eat uncooked chicken.
This was going to be a science fiction story; space battles, lustful scenes with hot alien chicks, like Captain Kirk use to nail on X’Gnana, home world to the hot green chicks.
So here I am, sitting in my sleep pants, on the evening of September 16th, 2018, ice cold water near my side.
I decided to play some Black Sabbath – War Pigs remixed by DJBassedOut – because why not.
Nothing inspires more insightful writings like a remix of an awesome song.
I could throw in some Doors – I AM THE LIZARD KING, I CAN DO ANYTHING – or maybe I won’t.
So here I sit, in a place, can’t really explain it, maybe I should have just written my space battle; damn them bugs!!!
DIE BUGS DIE!!!
The year was 3098, we, the last bits of humanity, were fighting the Z’Gorns, a species resembling a mix between an ant and a diseased raccoon….
Nah, never mind, just in a really weird humorous mood, which is better than suicidal which means you get such poems as MY TACO FELL TO THE GROUND, A PIZZA IN MY MIND.
So anyways, good night and have a better tomorrow….
WANDERING WHERE I AM GOING! 