The day aliens land, and
offer a change of pace
in the form of voluntary abduction,
count me in.
I'm not saying life hasn't been fun,
but if I'm gonna die
it had better be
somewhere
in the vacuum of space.
And, who knows,
maybe they'll have badass windows
with a ridiculous view
while I'm being dissected.
There's something to be said
for outstanding accommodations
during particularly adverse times.
That's why I love going to the dentist.
That chair is unbelievably
comfortable. I fall asleep under those lights every time,
picks and drills ticking and chipping
like watch work. The taste of the pains of it all
running down. The view is nothing
to write home about, but if they have a chair half that,
and lights twice those, I'm in.
