By Christopher Munroe
I’ll fly as close to the sun as I fucking please.
My wings are made of sturdier stuff than those of Icarus, and I am a man of vision, scope and ambition. I shan’t be scared off by tales of lesser men and their failings.
For I am not those lesser men.
I’ll fly to the very sun, pluck it from its perch in the heavens and bring it with me back to Earth, that I might present it to you as a token of my love.
I defy God itself to stop me!
I’ll see you upon my return…
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