Remi Pierce | Text
Funny. I always thought Hell would be hotter. Hotter, and in the other direction. Maybe this is my dying dream. Pretty lucid, all things considered, but whatever. It's not important. So long as I don't have to confront my personal demons or something stupid like that to move on, I'm pretty much jello.
So yeah. Space. Final frontier, blah blah. I was hoping for something a little more Douglas Adams, but what can you do, right? Kind of a letdown, really. Neil Armstrong didn't become an astronaut to fill out a bunch of paperwork, he did it to walk on the damn moon. I mean, I don't even get a jetpack for my troubles.
...Oh, hey. Maybe this is Hell. Clever, God.
So yeah. Space. Final frontier, blah blah. I was hoping for something a little more Douglas Adams, but what can you do, right? Kind of a letdown, really. Neil Armstrong didn't become an astronaut to fill out a bunch of paperwork, he did it to walk on the damn moon. I mean, I don't even get a jetpack for my troubles.
...Oh, hey. Maybe this is Hell. Clever, God.