Spaceship

I am not sure but I think this is a prayer.

When we figure out just what we think we need in life, it smirks and seems to say “Gotcha.” What a fuck he is…this God person. I mean seriously who would create such a large and expansive Universe, create humans on a remote arm of the Milky Way galaxy, and leave a book there detailing mandates to humanity…yet…leave out the part about how to traverse this virtually infinite expanse of his beautiful “creation”…that we call the Universe. Come on, how kickass would it be to fly around a binary star system?

But Gods a fuckhead, and won’t just fucking take a minute out of his time to build me a badass spaceship. Sure we can go to the Moon and look through telescopes (which is essentially time travel by sight) at distant celestial bodies…OK…I’ll throw Mars in the mix too. Why not? Let’s fucking go to Mars. So two planets and one Moon? That’s all we’re gonna do? That’s all I get for my short lifespan?

Realizing that your one true passion is unachievable because human life is so short is sad. So God, for the love of all that holy-fuck-shit, build me a goddamn spaceship with kickass weapons and a crew of hot alien bitches who like to party…OH, and don’t forget the autopilot…I would hate to get an interstellar D.U.I.

Could you imagine the fine on that one?