Gunter glieben glauben globen.

Gunter glieben glauben globen.

"I like crappy music," my roommate admitted, so I went & peed on his toothbrush and walked out of Drexel forever. To top it off, they were only taking "fake" majors, those asshats.

But I realized that all my indignant superiority was for naught because I found my file. I read it. Every heartbreaking page. The information crushed me, it revealed that

my entire life was playing out like the screenplay for an instructional video entitled "How Not to Love". A red "X" was to be "superimposed on every love scene," according to the

version Abraham had submitted to Yahweh for final approval. But then Adam got a hold of the script and used his influence to politic for more action scenes. Suddenly a shark bit my

leg and nothing made sense anymore. What was it? What... Have I benn drinking? Taking drugs? Or ist it just God playing games on me? Anyway I decided to cut the sky in two and

hold on for the reverb. It never came. My hand wavered high above my head, my fingers trailing in the cosmos. I saw stars coast into my palm. "Well," I muttered, "this was a

sad way for a galaxy to go. So bright, so much potential, and her life was snuffed out so young." I sat on an asteroid to mourn, reflecting on how we all

are like a galaxy, so bright and full of potential. I decided I would live my life to its fullest, even though it wouldn't be long because I had forgotten to fill my oxygen tank.