I swallowed the Sun, and from then on, the moon wouldn't stop fucking
bothering me. So I
choked the moon, but of course
the stars just had to
witness my
dirty deed.
So I stuck them into my eyes, where they continually burned me pupils.
But the milkway felt
naked when being stripped
of it's fine sprinkles of clothing.
So i wrapped my arms
around the milkway and cooed
sweet nothings into its' ear.
But i could not satisfy the milkyway, so
I weaved it into my
hair, where I tied it securely with a rubberband
of comets. And when
dancing in the compnay of the galaxy,
He proposed to me with one of Saturn's rings.
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