Jan 22, 2009 20:57
I've been charging through the atmosphere these past few days, charging through the world, all systems go; Houston has been contacted and we are ready for lift-off.
Unfortunately, it seems as if this is an unauthorized flight in uncharted territory with no mission and less reason.
Everything is constantly refreshing around me, I am constantly remotivating and renewing and reënergizing, but my reserves are sapped. To what end? To what end? When the Apocalypse comes, I'll be fresh outta desire to move.
(Ankles strapped our secrets slaved march breaking like a fruit just like you kneelig bouncing feel the speed of landing stepping jumping jumper).