Lies?Truths?Questions?
Due to the lack of water in the world rotational sphere, Nasa finally decided it was a right idea to send technology to space. Their plan is to harvest the remains of the ocean’s sea life and somehow magnify the technology in space by making their own fake water supply, It would seem to a scientist it is something that could change the world back on its t-spin. Superhumans are to blame! with their knack for superpowers. They are so selfish. The superheroes that live on earth have too many weakness and not too many strengths - their solar power are from the water thats disappearing. They are not as strong as the heroes in movies, what a shame!.What a jam! Nasa is sure in a pickle thinking it could restore the life force of such a huge beautiful organ such as the ocean. Sigh… we are all doom… what a drag.
Due to the lack of humans caring, the lazy superheroes are left with the job of cleaning after the dump we are making, and it would seem that it is just silly. Most of these “heroes” are just in the street half conscience laying on the street dead or alive? It pretty pitiful, it’s all the same. Here. There. Everywhere. Where would this madness end. I literally saw a “superman” wannabe fly in the air and just crash land when it was near a broken hyrian pump. I must admit it was pretty cool and funny to see ‘it’ fly up, up and away and just land, It was cool nevertheless. Sigh… What has become of this world… What a drag
Due to Nasa’s interferences, the weather have been buggin’ out. It is Spring and it has been raining more than normal, the clouds don’t darken, it rains when the sun is out. I must admit it is beautiful to just watch the rain fall. I just stand in awe every time, hoping to get sick. Nasa is trying too hard, there leading themselves into the realms of the supernatural.Which is kinda .ok? I don’t know, I’m just really happy and yet confused, I just live life in this beautiful yet ugly world. Sigh…. I want a Change…. LIfe is a such a Drag
Due to my Own monologuing, I seem to have gotten myself in trouble and got hit with something really hard. Man, it hurt! but I don’t know man, it felt kinda weird too. I open my eyes and BLAM, Nothing. I blink once, I Blink twice. Nothing. huh? Three times? The world was still and blank… what happen. I look up and I see a faint star. I magically climb the stairs and reach it and sit near it. I fall asleep, man I want to be home. What a dr--
And Then Nothing
Blackout, no one is awake, everyone is sleeping expect the oceans’ roar and the flashes of fling technology in the sky. Man, O’, Man what a Dream. He wakes up
A little too late, he missed the fireworks. Pity he really wanted to see it
He races up to the roof and caughts the last spectacular
And then it hit him, And then Nothing. REPEAT.
…”What A Drag…”
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