Thursday, June 26, 2003

Potassium

Hardly a day goes by when there isn't a moon or something even different from space staring in at us like we're stupid or something. It's always about them looking at us and never really about what we could do to them if given half a chance. I'd like to point my finger at the moon and say, "moon, you're going down" and then watch the moon go down like I had commanded it to. With my luck, though, the moon would go up or sideways and all the celestial bodies would join in on the stare-fest at Mr. Stupid who tried to command the moon.

Without potassium, you would fucking die!

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