I’m so tired.

After all the lies  need to rest. I will kiss the hips of Venus. I will gently put my hand on her vulva and pet it like a kitten. I relax. I lay back on the soft bed of clouds. Looking down like a god. I stick my fingers in to the wet cave and taste them.

I do not know if I’m sleeping or awake. Everything is just so peacefully beautiful.

Somewhere deep below.. there must be the heaven. Blue soft warm uterus. I kiss her on her belly, neck, breasts. She pretends that she is speeling. She smiles. I smile. I saved her but she gave me the reason to live.

Flying fast across the sky. So silent but yet screaming louder than thousand lions. Beaten by the winds of the wimpy sun. The majestic small sphere coming visible from the shadows. She is my companion. She is the place where I can rest. I will swim in her seas like a dolphin. I will breath the gas at her surface and spit it out in extacy.

I will run in her labyrinths. Getting lost. Seeing the icy blue, which do not exist. I stop. Listening to the beauty of quiecy. Am I dead or alive?

I’m surfing on the solar wind. I can feel it’s warmth on my cheecks. It’s the gentle breath telling that he is alive. Strong like erect penis. Something that thinks it’s big and mighty, but there are other stars much bigger, badder, hotter. Our sun is just a wimpy. A small cock that stays up only with Viagra.

The Milky way. Beautiful thick layer of stars. Billions of them. Like milkdrop on bare breast. Where space will lick it off and act like it’s tongue touched the nipple just accidentally.

Sagittarius A. The erect nipple of our galaxy. The deep throat of Linda Lovelace. So dark, but beautiful. Femme fatale.

I could see the earth behind me. The most beautiful blue marble in the black space. Space was like a bag cloth behind it with tiny pinholes where some light was getting through.

I could hear the newborn babies crying, people lying.  could see the people starting wars and the other making peace. Funny. When you are at grouond level you donät notice it. High up you can see how sick the mankind is. When I move away from earth I can less and less see the evil. It’s just beautiful blue sphere. Home.

How did I get here. How did it feel? How didi I experience the G-forces pressing me into my seat. I don’t know. I fell asleep while the safety demo.  When I woke up, my seatbelt was open and I was floating in space. I could smell the ice cream. Huge piece of dry sweet ice Cream floating towards me. I was not in heaven. I was in space.

Imagine. I’m sitting in my capsule. All alone. I have taken off my helmet. Drops of water have condenced on the wall of my spacecraft. I touch a drop with my finger and taste it. I can taste the dream of human flight. Wright Brothers, Gagarin, Buzz Aldrin. Their tears and swet in this one drop. Finally I’m one of them.

While I was googling for the image for my spacefood post last week, I found a very interesting website, http://www.thespacestore.com. They sell this space food stuff, but also much more interesting things like space suits.

I really need to get one of those blue space misson jumpsuits! Shit that would be so cool!