Space Summer Camp

Psilocybian Devils

Compositor: Bonifrate

Gramma likes to walk in the park.
Will I drawn in that same old darkness?
I could tell my cells to be free or go away and live in a tree house.

My gray beard would grow till the ground and turn into a root on a mountain.

I'd rather be floating for two hundred years and wake up in a mars colony surrounded by ET's.
Then I'm sure everyone would fly and spend the holidays in a summer camp on titan.