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I just want to be a Duke of a Universe is this too much to ask? I could use The Black Hole as a pool pocket and the planets as pool-balls and declare you Vice Duke inspecting graffiti on planet restroom walls, and you report to me those words of wisdom of Plato, Nietzsche, Kilroy and cornbread... I just want to watch comets streek across the heavens and watch tiny pulsars blink minute rotations, and newly created stars explode and belch their heavenly gases And see masses and masses of nebulae stretching outward like blowy-toy-pinwheels And I'll take the " Big Dipped" and dip it in the " Milky Way" while playing marbles with tiny asteroids And use the heavens as my painter's canvas and splash on newly Constellations And use the many Suns to warm my chilly hands, The return from farthermost planets of Sunless Lands Oh my BOSS!! I'm getting too serious as you can easily see And why worry? Because I'm already a Duke of a Universe, The talk of the playground campus The talk among every prominent Neo-Freudian and Neo-Skinnerian The talk about my wisdom writings found near almost flushing toilet at "QUACKSVILLE UNIVERSAL UNIVERSITY" Here come the med cart Here come the med cart That's all folks
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
I just want to be a Duke of a Universe!!
I just want to be a Duke of a Universe is this too much to ask? I could use The Black Hole as a pool pocket and the planets as pool-balls and declare you Vice Duke inspecting graffiti on planet restroom walls, and you report to me those words of wisdom of Plato, Nietzsche, Kilroy and cornbread... I just want to watch comets streek across the heavens and watch tiny pulsars blink minute rotations, and newly created stars explode and belch their heavenly gases And see masses and masses of nebulae stretching outward like blowy-toy-pinwheels And I'll take the " Big Dipped" and dip it in the " Milky Way" while playing marbles with tiny asteroids And use the heavens as my painter's canvas and splash on newly Constellations And use the many Suns to warm my chilly hands, The return from farthermost planets of Sunless Lands Oh my BOSS!! I'm getting too serious as you can easily see And why worry? Because I'm already a Duke of a Universe, The talk of the playground campus The talk among every prominent Neo-Freudian and Neo-Skinnerian The talk about my wisdom writings found near almost flushing toilet at "QUACKSVILLE UNIVERSAL UNIVERSITY" Here come the med cart Here come the med cart That's all folks
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
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