I thought I saw Ursa Minor in Lampe Park last night,
but the trees blurred my vision to the point
where I couldn't tell whether it was a constellation
or a phallus ******* on a posy of roses.
Stars don't make sense.
If amateur philosophy has taught me anything,
it's that they can't be social constructs
or a figment of your imagination
because they exist.
They're dead,
but they exist.
and they'll be here
until all my jokes about cancer
or death in general
catches up to me.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
I thought I saw Ursa Minor in Lampe Park last night,
but the trees blurred my vision to the point
where I couldn't tell whether it was a constellation
or a phallus ******* on a posy of roses.
Stars don't make sense.
If amateur philosophy has taught me anything,
it's that they can't be social constructs
or a figment of your imagination
because they exist.
They're dead,
but they exist.
and they'll be here
until all my jokes about cancer
or death in general
catches up to me.
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