Dither Me Silly
So here we are again Friends Romans Country Fish! Lend me your Gills. Blather gather and find your used bacon grease cause you're gonna need it. It's just a rock damn it anyway it spins. Stop yelling, you'll scare the chickens. Maybe they only stay chickens if they run for cover every third second. It's a Damn Rock! Swirling thru the maelstrom of space Alpha bits soup and Oyster crackers. Falling into Uranus is way worse.
Ok real strides forward, my main man Elon. Good job. Now let's go somewhere! We've stolen the all-father's car. Odin sleeps while we joy ride. Now let's go somewhere man. Get some beers and Talk bull shit by the levee on Mars or the moon or anywhere. Just cruzing the cosmic wind in your hair. Not giving a fuck what the morning brings or even if there's a morning out here. Elon Reincarnate of Prometheus has stolen not the fire of the Gods but their space. And in we revel. In Short good job guys at The X. Putting Boca Chica in the limelight.
Ok once more for the human led Junk Punkers, Stop Scaring the Chickens! Monsters and theories. The flow of detritus is ever growing and the garbage overflows with Ignoramity. The Chicken need to do chicken things so the boat doesn't tip. The Assholes from the good ol times knew this. Dont scare the chickens out of the boat because there lies the true monsters and things to be feared for a reason. Not the weird guy in the forest voicing over skinwalkers the lost monkeys of Yoer. Take off your monkey monster suit and Stop scaring the chickens!
Ok go back to your chicken things and stop looking up. Leave that to those with the glint of crazy in their eye.
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