The sun is electric fire until it isn’t
At some point it’s beneath me
Right now the moon is beneath me
The sun is only eye level if I look up from writing about the sun
I meet the electric eye by raising my head
It is eye-level when I look up from writing about it
The electric sun is looking down at me while I write this
But it is only eye-level when I look up from writing about the
Sorry I was looking at the sun
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun does not want to be challenged
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun is a myth and giant LED satellites were placed at the center of your solar system
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you that Greta Thunberg will return the sun in return for a written agreement that everyone will promise to throw at least three ice cubes in the nearest body of water weekly
Greta Thunberg stole the sun because she’s too young to understand it can’t be stolen
My Sun doesn’t exist when I’m not looking at it
But it also doesn’t exist when I don’t write about it
I cannot look at the LED satellites and write about them at the same time
To do so is impossible, it would be akin to something that is not possible and I refuse to do it
The sun is proof that some things in life are suns
But most things are not,
but I could be wrong
The sun that I am writing about is dead
The sun that exists during right now,
Right now,
right then, is dead,
now
I am alive right now and there is a small chance that someone is reading this while I am still alive
And an even bigger chance that someone is doing something else like driving to work or writing a poem about the moon or thinking about becoming life for billions of epohcs in primordial pussyjuice,
Electric fire is a metaphor for the sun
The sun is not a metaphor,
it is the sun, and it is lower in the sky now
And colder
The sun is electric fire until it isn’t
At some point it’s beneath me
Right now the moon is beneath me
The sun is only eye level if I look up from writing about the sun
I meet the electric eye by raising my head
It is eye-level when I look up from writing about it
The electric sun is looking down at me while I write this
But it is only eye-level when I look up from writing about the
Sorry I was looking at the sun
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun does not want to be challenged
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun is a myth and giant LED satellites were placed at the center of your solar system
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you that Greta Thunberg will return the sun in return for a written agreement that everyone will promise to throw at least three ice cubes in the nearest body of water weekly
Greta Thunberg stole the sun because she’s too young to understand it can’t be stolen
My Sun doesn’t exist when I’m not looking at it
But it also doesn’t exist when I don’t write about it
I cannot look at the LED satellites and write about them at the same time
To do so is impossible, it would be akin to something that is not possible and I refuse to do it
The sun is proof that some things in life are suns
But most things are not,
but I could be wrong
The sun that I am writing about is dead
The sun that exists during right now,
Right now,
right then, is dead,
now
I am alive right now and there is a small chance that someone is reading this while I am still alive
And an even bigger chance that someone is doing something else like driving to work or writing a poem about the moon or thinking about becoming life for billions of epohcs in primordial pussyjuice,
Electric fire is a metaphor for the sun
The sun is not a metaphor,
it is the sun, and it is lower in the sky now
And colder
The sun is electric fire until it isn’t
At some point it’s beneath me
Right now the moon is beneath me
The sun is only eye level if I look up from writing about the sun
I meet the electric eye by raising my head
It is eye-level when I look up from writing about it
The electric sun is looking down at me while I write this
But it is only eye-level when I look up from writing about the
Sorry I was looking at the sun
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun does not want to be challenged
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun is a myth and giant LED satellites were placed at the center of your solar system
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you that Greta Thunberg will return the sun in return for a written agreement that everyone will promise to throw at least three ice cubes in the nearest body of water weekly
Greta Thunberg stole the sun because she’s too young to understand it can’t be stolen
My Sun doesn’t exist when I’m not looking at it
But it also doesn’t exist when I don’t write about it
I cannot look at the LED satellites and write about them at the same time
To do so is impossible, it would be akin to something that is not possible and I refuse to do it
The sun is proof that some things in life are suns
But most things are not,
but I could be wrong
The sun that I am writing about is dead
The sun that exists during right now,
Right now,
right then, is dead,
now
I am alive right now and there is a small chance that someone is reading this while I am still alive
And an even bigger chance that someone is doing something else like driving to work or writing a poem about the moon or thinking about becoming life for billions of epohcs in primordial pussyjuice,
Electric fire is a metaphor for the sun
The sun is not a metaphor,
it is the sun, and it is lower in the sky now
And colder
The sun is electric fire until it isn’t
At some point it’s beneath me
Right now the moon is beneath me
The sun is only eye level if I look up from writing about the sun
I meet the electric eye by raising my head
It is eye-level when I look up from writing about it
The electric sun is looking down at me while I write this
But it is only eye-level when I look up from writing about the
Sorry I was looking at the sun
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun does not want to be challenged
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you the sun is a myth and giant LED satellites were placed at the center of your solar system
When you look directly at it there’s a black hole in the center and light all around
That’s your eye telling you that Greta Thunberg will return the sun in return for a written agreement that everyone will promise to throw at least three ice cubes in the nearest body of water weekly
Greta Thunberg stole the sun because she’s too young to understand it can’t be stolen
My Sun doesn’t exist when I’m not looking at it
But it also doesn’t exist when I don’t write about it
I cannot look at the LED satellites and write about them at the same time
To do so is impossible, it would be akin to something that is not possible and I refuse to do it
The sun is proof that some things in life are suns
But most things are not,
but I could be wrong
The sun that I am writing about is dead
The sun that exists during right now,
Right now,
right then, is dead,
now
I am alive right now and there is a small chance that someone is reading this while I am still alive
And an even bigger chance that someone is doing something else like driving to work or writing a poem about the moon or thinking about becoming life for billions of epohcs in primordial pussyjuice (1,2)
Electric fire is a metaphor for the sun
The sun is not a metaphor,
it is the sun, and it is lower in the sky now
And colder
1. Pussyjuice in this context may refer to: A) A fun play on the Primordial Soup Theory, which suggests that life began in a pond or ocean as a result of the combination of chemicals from the atmosphere and some form of energy to make amino acids, the building blocks of proteins, which would then evolve into all of life, or B) An incident which no one really knows about in 1969, when Orenthal was walking home from the AFL–NFL Common Draft (after having been selected by the Bronco Bills and demanding what was, at the time, the largest professional sports contract in history, sparking a debate between he and Bills’ owner Ralph Wilson, as Simpson threatened to become an actor, which no one really wanted) when a call-girl called out to him, offering her services in a succinct and no-bullshit type of way: “Pussy, Juice?”
2. You know, reading back over it, there’s no way it was the O.J. thing. Disregard.
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