I can’t remember when I found out stars were really far away, but I sort of hate whoever told me that. The idea of catching a star is really cool. Just give me a bug net the size of the universe and a rocket ship that can go faster than light and I’ll go grab one.
It’s something that I can’t reconcile. On one hand I don’t like chopping down trees. On the other hand…I need toilet paper. And paper for books. I hate reading on Kindles or computers. I crave the written word. But I like trees.
Life is hard.
I really should stop drawing when I’m peckish. Does anyone still use that word? Anyways, I wonder whether I can buy some moon dust and bake it into a cake. Would it kill me to eat it?
Yes. Yes, it probably would.
At some point in the future when I have money to spend, I need to have a custom bowling ball made of the earth. Then I can watch it roll down the gutter for hours at a time!
…I can’t bowl.
I’m hungry. I’m going to eat popcorn after posting this. But I was wondering…what would the moon taste like? I’m imagining it would be sort of a chalky taste, pretty dry and unpalatable. The earth might taste good, but all the pollution would probably make it horrible. Too bad.
Someone was singing that song, and now it’s stuck in my head.
Fat jokes are cruel jokes, especially when they’re not true. Knight probably just gets vertigo, or she isn’t inclined to fly off into space. I like drawing pictures of space. It’s one of Pirate’s natural habitats.
How would you catch the earth? With a giant hook, obviously, but what bait would you use? Is Mars really part of a giant angler fish? Questions like these keep me up at night.
I like taxis. They’re nice and convenient, but they cost a lot. But if I could ride a UFO, I’d be forking over a lot of money. I’m not sure why this popped into my mind.
I like space. The different places and worlds that exist are limitless, and it would be amazing to see all the things that exist beyond our world. With that said, I’m not planning to emigrate to Mars anytime soon.