Poetic me
Spirit isn't the only one who can write poetry, you know. I could be a great poet if I really wanted to. I've been working on one piece for the last few days, I think I have the perfect first line: 'A handsome explorer called Stardust...'
I really like it. I think it shows off most of my better qualities, right there at the beginning.
Now if I could only think of a rhyme for Stardust. That doesn't have anything to do with rust. Or bust. Too close to suggesting something might go wrong. If I wasn't such a bold adventurer, I could worry about that. I don't, of course. I don't know why anyone would think that. I don't worry about anything that could go wrong. Just because no one would ever be able to fix me if something did break, and I would drift forever, eternally alone, and they might never know exactly what happened, and I would eventually be forgotten, another worthless piece of space debris.
Nothing to worry about.
Maybe fussed?
I really like it. I think it shows off most of my better qualities, right there at the beginning.
Now if I could only think of a rhyme for Stardust. That doesn't have anything to do with rust. Or bust. Too close to suggesting something might go wrong. If I wasn't such a bold adventurer, I could worry about that. I don't, of course. I don't know why anyone would think that. I don't worry about anything that could go wrong. Just because no one would ever be able to fix me if something did break, and I would drift forever, eternally alone, and they might never know exactly what happened, and I would eventually be forgotten, another worthless piece of space debris.
Nothing to worry about.
Maybe fussed?