I wish I wasn't so self absorbed, I wish I could experience being normal, yet it's so indulging to latch myself on particular famous people and pretend they're me and I'm somehow special. Of course I'm not special, but I need to be.
Mr. Grim Reaper… dude… let’s have an understanding. You have taken Dolly Parton, Tim Curry, and Optimus Prime away from us. But, you leave Bruce Campbell alone.
Why do we want to maximise our everything? Isn’t there also room for exploration, and also, space? When we finish our highly coveted things, what then? Do we kiss them goodbye and move on to the next impossible task? If such is life, then life is frivolity.
WAe couldn’t possibly call it ours…
Tiktaalik tracks filled with turquoise
RainwaterJ planet so densely bezeled by time
Sungles wildly tangled, bathed in steam;
Do long as the ocean is deep and soupy,
Fevonian, or maybe even before,
Tar as you can remember;
ake me back, please,