I want wings.
Its like I've got on these Roller Skates, right... and there's a Jet Pack tied to my back with twine and ribbon. The engine is broken, and I've been waiting for my copy of , 'Get Yourself Outta Here: Jet Pack Owner's Manual', that I think might be on back order, or even lost in the mail, because no one's contacted me about why its' delivery is taking so long. I lost my original copy some time ago.
Pacing yourself is bogus. However, if you don't, you could end up turning the engine of a Jet Pack that might let you down. I don't want to fall to my doom, so I guess I'll stand here like an idiot and wait for my chance to work my way back up there. At least I can explore where I want to land on these wheels.
But when I take off, you can bet your bowels, you're gonna hear it.
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