when i’m staring into space (this is what i’m really thinking about)

you know,
the truth is the sun never (actually) sleeps; what happens is
the moon gets sick of playing understudy
so he says “move bitch”
and the sun says “make me”
and the moon says “all right then!”
and the moon gathers all the clouds
and the sun gathers all the stars
and they have a great war and the rest is history

(and the result is rain)

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