To move around without bureau rats, To loose the chase instead of support. I want to feel the meta-universe On the edge of my nose. Even better - in the visor of my ship. It will cut through anything that one can propose. It's better to be eaten by a lop-eared arthropod, Or vanish in an asteroid belt, To suffocate in the void between celestial bodies, Than sit in the office where Balrog has dwelt. If there were not Government comrades Social structures Christmas sales Fast incomes Stable contracts Mega trans corporations And pins in Pinterest I would already be in outer - space, I would have a computer instead of my brains, Instead of my lungs I would have a pump. My life is for Aiur. Otherwise it's a lump. It is the only ultimate way to go, If you want to escape the repeating flow Of death and reincarnation death reincarnation death reincarnation death reincarnation Death Battle ships, space rangers, dreadnoughts and assault cruisers Will rise up to the sky with the speed of light to destroy the rebellion loosers. FORTEHEMPEROR!!!!1oneone ...or Galactic Federation. I work for food and non-addictive ration, For repair of my gear, for allowance to get out of here, for port whores, For the cinnamon Spice, of course. Behind blue eyes there is cognition. It shows the path to the start of transmission. In the beginning there was not a word. There was emptiness and nothing was heard, No future no past, then someone made a blub. That's why it's better to shut the fuck up.