By An Astronaut
You will stop right there when you are addressing me. I have come out into this vile café for peace. Perhaps I expected a request for an autograph, perhaps I expected adoration, perhaps I even expected some respect, but I have received neither, and especially not from you. “The Sky Is The Limit”? Is this paltry expression your attempt at positive reassurance? Do you even know who I am?
Let me explain something to you, fool.
Yes, you. I am talking to you, do not deny this any longer.
I am the one who goes into space. It is me. It is likely that you are not familiar with the demands of my profession, so I will construct for you a quick lesson.
We live on the earth. It is round and stinky and full of bugs.
Above the earth is the sky, where great winged beasts…
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