Some Doomsday
The heaven is held up by eight boa constrictors, when they shift
positions cause thunderstorm and blizzard. They feed on stars and
sometimes when you see few of them it is because the snakes have
been eating too much, luckily big snakes can go for month without
food so new stars can breed and if the Christmas night is clears we
can go on the veranda and admire the stars and be filled by the bliss
of sleeping to ten tomorrow. Every year the heaven descend a bit
the boas are getting tired, some are dead and rotten pieces of them
fall down to earth with an almighty splash usually in Siberia.
One day earth and heaven will be a pair has long desired one
another and in their deadly embrace all life will be extinct except for
polar bears and there will no one around to ask why them, but
I think they will be the new crab louse on the Venus berg of earth.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Some Doomsday
The heaven is held up by eight boa constrictors, when they shift
positions cause thunderstorm and blizzard. They feed on stars and
sometimes when you see few of them it is because the snakes have
been eating too much, luckily big snakes can go for month without
food so new stars can breed and if the Christmas night is clears we
can go on the veranda and admire the stars and be filled by the bliss
of sleeping to ten tomorrow. Every year the heaven descend a bit
the boas are getting tired, some are dead and rotten pieces of them
fall down to earth with an almighty splash usually in Siberia.
One day earth and heaven will be a pair has long desired one
another and in their deadly embrace all life will be extinct except for
polar bears and there will no one around to ask why them, but
I think they will be the new crab louse on the Venus berg of earth.
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