Who does outer space think he is.
He's all up in everybody's planet -
pushing them around -
separating the stars from their planets.
Fuck outer space.
He's nothing -
he just follows all the planets around -
acting like he controls them.
That bitch doesn't control anything.
He's a bully -
he created black holes -
so he'd have some hole to fuck.
No one even likes outer space.
He's so lazy -
he doesn't even do anything -
he barely exists.
Screw outer space.
He means nothing to me -
but if I'm being honest -
I need him.
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