I want to fuck to the celestial rhythem of the Earth spinning on it's axis.

This car is a bullet that transports us through the universe with the force of inertia.
This bullet just keeps moving as it approaches infinity.
There's no equal or opposite force pushing on us now.
Nothing can stop us now.

These windows reflect everything on the inside.
The same windows project all that's on the outside.
From me sliding my skirt up with my hands,
To the stars with their changeable, ever non-changing positions.
I see it all.

You can see it all when traveling at hyper speed through the stars.
It's obvious that god was gay,
And we're just homo's,
But it's OK
Because the universe loves us for it.
And the universe will always only be all that we make it.

I can feel all imaginable matter moving around me.
I can feel all unimaginable being moving through me.
I open my mouth, and I can taste it.
The universe is in my hands
And I can taste it with my emotions.
This is my soul.

I want to count each molecule in every cell that is the essance of our being.
And I want to find truth in every single one.
What would Jesus say to that?

In the presance of intercellular bodies in this interstellular world, I find we are just dancers in the intergalactic ballet.

Light years go by like nanoseconds around here,
So grab the moment before it becomes part of our trail of
Blurred matter, and
Warped time.

So I'll make this nanosecond last for a light-year,
As this bullet approaches infinity,

I will fuck to the celestial rhythem of the Earth spinning on its axis.

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