God only knows why we came. Wasn't to get high, I don't think. We can get fucking high over there just fine. Did we just do it to do it? Just for the fuck of it, you know, just to say we flew to the goddamn moon. No, I don't think so. I think we came to the Moon so we wouldn't fucking die. We wanted to be goddamn immortals, we were so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid. The Earth doesn't kill you, you fucking kill you. Everyone commits a goddamn suicide when they're born. Except you don't even choose to be born, it just happens. So it's not even that. Not even a fucking suicide. You just die, we were already dead when we built that ship, already fucking dead when we landed on the fucking moon. And we got high just to ignore it, got away from the Earth because we thought the goddamn Earth was the thing killing us, and we didn't realize that we were fucking dead already, dead like a man in a heart attack is dead, we didn't fucking understand. Life is a fucking car crash. It's the split second between when the fucking bomb is dropped before it hits the goddamn ground and blows your brains right out of your fucking head. Why didn't we get it? Fucking idiots. We tried to run away from the goddamn nuke hanging above our heads, tried to kill it with dust and weed, tried to fucking run but you can't. You fucking can't. Jesus, why did we even fucking try? We should have just jumped off the goddamn spaceship and died right there. We got high just to try to forget how dead we were, ran to the Moon to forget how dead we were, and we're still fucking dying. Still going to fucking die.
You remember the day we saw the first flashes? Man, I remember. Just staring at Earth, man, staring at the Earth, nothing else to do. Gonna get wasted, but in the meantime, just freezing my ass off. Then it hits, boom, like a fucking wasp flies in front of your face, like the ring of the alarm clock at five oh-fucking-clock when you thought you just turned it off. Those huge orange flashes of light, giant fucking red and yellow flashes on the earth, everywhere, all over the place. The fucking flashes. Nearly burned out your goddamn eyes, first time you saw them. Like little kids in the night, when the electric bathroom lights would flood your eyes, it was like you turned on that fucking light switch, man. But the only thing I could think of was whether we would get any of that heat. Fucking ridiculous, I know, but we were always kinda high then, thought the most ridiculous things. And I thought, Jesus, you always hear about goddamn solar winds. The fucking solar winds, ya know, school and shit. But out here in space, we never fucking felt winds. Maybe it was just because everything was as cold as we were, but I just thought, man, what if some of those goddamn winds would blow some of the heat from the flashes this way, I needed that fucking heat. Because the only heat we had was in pipes and lines, and when we weren't high, we were freezing like sons of bitches. And I thought about the people and the buildings just being vaporized in those fucking clouds, the fucking mushroom clouds, never looked like mushrooms anyway, why don't they just call 'em goddamn nuke clouds, nothing like fuckin' mushrooms... Anyway, I figured maybe instead of just fucking burning each other and vaporizing everyone in the clouds, why don't they fire some fucking nukes our way? We were so goddamn cold. Nukes were heat.
Man, just picture this, if you will. We got together, built this fuckin' spaceship, huge-ass white ship, burned like the sun, glowed like heaven itself. And we flew, flew all the way to the moon. To the fuckin' moon, man! The fucking moon... And we got there, we got there, landed on the moon... The fucking moon, man, still can't believe it. We got there and we got so fucking high, so goddamn high, we were just high in space, with nobody around, not even Newton and his fucking apple, man, 'cause there wasn't any gravity. Some crazy shit there. And then there was nothin' to get high off of anymore, nothing on the moon. Then we started to feel the cold. When we weren't high, it was so fuckin' cold man, so fuckin' cold. But we couldn't go home, see... We broke the ship... we broke the motherfucking ship, the goddamn ship, Jesus, why didn't we think? Got so high and broke the fucking ship, we broke the motherfucking ship, broke the ship... And now we're stuck here on our cold asses, freezing with nothing to do, nothing to do because we broke the ship, because we got high and we don't anymore, nobody gets high, just sit here freezing and staring into the fucking sky, whatever the hell kind of sky you get here, just a fucking black wall, sit here with icicles hanging from our asses and stare at it, never be fucking warm again, never get high... Because we already got so goddamn high, burned ourselves up, on the fucking moon, man. The fucking moon.
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