One day, the sun will glow red and swallow the world whole. Dry sea floors strewn with the mummified shells of benthic worms will turn to salt glass in the kiln of the former sky. Only when the earth shines like a black carbon bead, will the 2016 election be over.
The business shaman stands alone
on business mountain high.
His perfect business suit aligned in perfect symmetry.
He contemplates the market 'neath the starry business night
And whispers ancient business words to ancient business rites.
I don't think it's actually possible to write a queer found family epic sci Fi story with fantasy elements. It can't be done. Anyone who says that's real is an idiot.
One day, the sun will glow red and swallow the world whole. Dry sea floors strewn with the mummified shells of benthic worms will turn to salt glass in the kiln of the former sky. Only when the earth shines like a black carbon bead, will the 2016 election be over.