This planet was fun before her bones became prison bars…

and I am going to die breaking out. Don’t tell me that ‘the sky’s the limit’ when there are footprints on the Moon and a remote control toy on Mars. My body may become a future generations’s fossil fuel, but I am setting my spirit free. Fuck the stormtroopers and your masters. I am no longer your lab thing. I won’t see you in Hell. I won’t be here. 😀