If Patrick S Tomlinson wrote Sweet Summer Star Wars.

27  2019-04-25 by MarbleSpaceCat

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It was a cold dark space night in space. Space nights were the darkest and coldest kind of nights. Dark, cold, space nights like this were as quiet as a church mouse on a dark, cold, Summers night.

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The space outside of the ship was really dark and really cold, the kind of dark and cold you'd see only from a dark chocolate ice cream. Stars like pudding, waiting to be eaten. The ship, The S. S. Butterfinger, zipped through dark space, like a spoon through sherbert. "She's a hungry one tonight!" bellowed Catpain Crunch to his crew of other cereal mascots.

Little did Captain Crunch know that his first officer, Julian Steele, was some sort of faggot space vampire.

Stars like pudding

poetry

Do you think he was enjoying a nice two beers buzz from drinking two beers while he wrote that?

The last line really sold it.

I mostly ignored the text until I saw 'NIGGER'

What is a spacer

I hate this shit makes me laugh out loud and I don’t know a single person I can share it with.

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