Imagine the galaxy spinning out of control
onto the palm of your calloused, ***** hand.
I imagine how your eyes would light up
like the florescent bulb at 1 am.
Anyone else would sell it to the nearest buyer
for millions of dollars but not you.
You simply place it in a box
and mail it back to god.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Imagine the galaxy spinning out of control
onto the palm of your calloused, ***** hand.
I imagine how your eyes would light up
like the florescent bulb at 1 am.
Anyone else would sell it to the nearest buyer
for millions of dollars but not you.
You simply place it in a box
and mail it back to god.
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