You wake to a perfect life. Perfect house, perfect family, perfect everything........perfect.
It takes only one trip to outer space until you find yourself in a dirty ol' rent-a-car ready to kill in the name of space love. You didn't get what you wanted so you put on a wig, trench coat, dark sunglasses and a space diaper ready to fuck shit up. Lisa Nowak wants revenge on that pretty earth-bound bitch who turned her world right-side up. She stole the man of her space dreams. The man who she had fallen in love with in zero gravity conditions. The only man she felt would ever understand what she has gone through.
So after driving 900+ miles to assault her space lover's new girlfriend with an economy size bottle of mace, what now? She finds that she has fallen off the fuzzy gray line between black and white. Reality kicks in and she finds herself in a 5'x8' jail cell with a 300 pound tattoo-sporting black woman named Laquanda.
Oh the things we do for love....
I can only admire stories like Lisa Nowak's. First off, you can't write shit like that. Second, that pretty much makes everything I do seem normal to the average person.
I only find myself improving on my design as the days fly slowly by. Such craziness is required to bring new thoughts to light......not to say I'm gonna pull a Lisa Nowak, but you get what I'm saying. One must shatter the mold to expand the mind. Find that hidden flavor and turn your world upside down.
I took a trip out to corn country and there a self-loathing and self-proclaimed crazy bitch lit my fuse of positivity. My mind takes off to the stars at the speed of thought. She is the vessel that has carried me off to a place where the sun is sure to rise the next day. Through her I have learned more about myself and the way my mysterious mind works. She is that extra fuel that carries me on the road to self-discovery, enlightenment and utopia. She shined the positive light on me and showed me the worst of myself. From that I have found the best of the best. Naturally one-sided balance towards the good, the great, and the positive. I have picked up some extra tools on her account that will help me fight the good fight. Funny shit, I know. True.
So to my funny little former friends for which I always blame; fate, destiny, and karma....fuck you. Charles is in control.
Just thought I'd share that.
Dedicated to Lisa Nowak. Serving time for a passionate and crazy-ass space crime. Hang in there mama, Charles hears you.
Don't steal my shit,
Your Boy Charles
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