Singing with a friend on his out of tune guitar.

So we set out to sail to the moon, “I don’t know how to get to the moon,” he said. And I told him we can just mapquest it. “Take a left on Pluto street, see a white orb, that’s where we’ll meet, the place we’re going to sail to, the moon.” But as we’re sailing a huge asteroid comes and hits our fucking ship! “It’s ok, only minor damage he said,” So when we landed on the moon, we couldn’t find our way back to Eath, and “now this is what we know as our home” he said. And one day this grasshopper shows up again and tries to fucking attttttttack us. “It’s just a green, slimy, mean, thing that came to stop us,” he said. “It’ll be alright, no fear no fright, we’re on the moon, god’s sake!” he said. And the next moment the green grasshopper turned red. Then purple, then blue, then hopped on his head. “My, oh my, how to fly?” he floated into space. Running with the grasshopper, “Don’t worry, I’ll come back to this place,” he said. And they drifted, slowly, gifted, turning into space. Watched them go, watched them go, “I thought we were going to sail to the moon!” He said, as his voice panicked, and erased. The day next, followed, the moon was hollow, hollower than ever seen. It cracked at the surface, sprinkles flooded everywhere. No desire, to look higher, into the sky anymore. A thousand sprinkles spread, into the sky and every floor, of the moon, of the sky, of the space, of this place. “What a wonderful place, to store, all these sprinkles,” I said.

We’re going to sail to the moon in a caravel! We’re going to sail to the moon in a caravel! It’s as much fun as it looks. We’re going to sail to the moon in a caravel! We’re going to sail to the moon in a caravel! Just watchout for grasshopper crooks.