Mission From Earth

Life is like trying to sell money. The flyest, most wizened samurai of all is able to convince less skilled swordsmen to buy air. The PIMPs are able to sell the same thing to each other, without it existing, and then probably get high off a small clay pipe. whoever sells the most shit is truly the flyest PIMP of all. Especially if he/she’s selling money to others. Personally my moneys on 50 Cent. What up.

Pay Me. That’s today’s agenda. Yeah, I know, I didn’t invent money so why would I chase it? Man. Life is free, so shit should be free too. Like, as you perchance expected, Reefer. The Right To Get High. Oh and love, that’s free, mannerisms, crying is free. Is Earth free? Man I don’t know, why I was asking. Its ill. Planet Terra is ill. We inhabit the illest Planet for…ages. Its getting better. Last night I had a vision of myself leaving this interesting, so Cute….awww!!! Sphere (why are all planets spherical? why would they be? Bet u theres a cubical planet, and at least one in the shape of a horse.) Anyway, my last words were…I’m not saying. it wasn’t that. yeah.

U wanna know whats happening? U need 2 ax me. Like wheres it at, Rog? Sure call me Rog. We’re all friends here. No, by all means get high on my electromagnetically enhanced beanbag. Take your time. Always a pleasure.


Author: Roger Francis AKA rog@littleandromeda.com Android

Musician, Artist, Writer. Telepath. Psychic. Schizophrenic. Auteur. Cat Lover. Cheap, Seedy Quality. Undiagnosed For The Truest State. Happy. Free. Poor. Weird. Eccentric. Single. R. That’s R Hippy, in a PICU

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