...The moon-LL, princessly flux up, and so lights my cabinet as I sink in to the pain once again... Won't never, ever end this mission?
Day after day in these amplitudes, moonbeany bathed, I waited for a reply, a vital sign. I am the stellar walker lost so far away from home, my name is Guglielmo Shatner.
...But home...where is home anyway..?
Dear memories and the sleep get blended in the lightless nights, so I fall asleep under the gnarled tears of Satan, Lord of the Space, asleep in blurred painful feelings full of kold.
I suppose I'm lost here, where's Spock? I'm resigned and shattered here.
Shattnered.
...And any earthly connection is lost.
Hey you, whoever you are. Didn't you ever feel you'd give your whole life for something to happen? All you have. Didn't you ever wish to come back in time? I'm an ocean inside, and the shades swallowed me; hey you. My neuronal structure is still alive, but I don't exist anymore for them. I don't belong to the world of the living ones anymore. It won't end this desolation someday? Someday.
Here, where everything merges into everything.
...The ardency of the elements in the morning of Canopus wakes me up; but I don't want to wake up.
I don't want to wake up. Just want to sleep at the silver and orange bright of this absurd dawn forever. Sleep forever.
If I just could sleep forever.
Welcome to my astral labyrinth, whoever you are. Here I am: where forever is forever, in this ridiculous planetoid which was shat by Satan.
Shatner by Satan.
Please save me from this icy, perpetual desolation. Save me, so I can laugh once again one day...save me, even if you don't want to! I beg you: see my tears that can't stop from falling, do you? Because forever is a long, long time. Even into forever.
And I just can't stand it anymore. And I just can't stand it anymore. And I just can't stand it anymore.
