This if the future; computers bleeping, people jumping.
For all the travellers out there, all the people journeying through life hoping they'll understand why they take so much space cake.
This is the manifesto where European and American sensibilities meet. I'm going deep, deep, very deep into outer space. Unravelling interstellar civz.
Your life is meaningless like a glow stick. When you're old and look back on your life you will remember my great status update comments. We're all going to become computers soon you know. Thank goodness.
You don't understand galactic shit unless people like me explain it to you. You have to be spoonfed like a plastic baby with an apple in its mouth.
Because this is a movement that requires a leader. I am that leader. That is me. I am now your leader. Take me to your leader.
Come on, I'm galactic, you understand? Does anybody understand me? Don't go. I'm lonely. I'm delicate. Please don't leave me. I'm like an old car. In Cuba.
av Prince Blueblood