thegrandvomica

And then there was nothing.

I want to live in the sky. I'm going to build a space ship. I'm going to get the hell out of here. Current launch propulsion systems seem so weak. Just a big disposable cigarette lighter with unusually volatile fuel. I intend to make something better, and I intend to get the hell out of here. I used to hate our Pres, good ol' Dubya, so much. A pity, he's just another ass in a long line of shiters. One more long line of shiters, in the planetary shit dynasty. One more example of the growing in-breeding problem. I don't know whether to seek my exodus from this planet or stay and help to crack the foundations of our self imposed abreality. I am so sick.