We’re going through the portal.
What’s on the other side?
Only what you take with you.
On that SD joint.
Red wool Ebbet’s.
Big ass yellow “M” emblazoned on top.
Cock that shit sideways.
Like it was ‘93.
And the golden age was still going strong.
Been a minute since I saw what the bird and Norman are up to.
Virgil and TNSIL.
But why take me with you?
You need to see.
Man’s reach exceeds his grasp.
I am Icarus.
Forget what they told you.
Sailing too close to the mother fucking Sun.
Cool is not impossible.
These wings are thornproof.
But enough talk.
Let’s hit that Steezgate, homie.
Take a roadtrip a million light years from home.
Fuck it, a million years into the sky.
See what the big homie Ra is up to.
Roll up with Goldie Hawn’s boo.
My team decked out in Nom de Guerre ‘10.
Berets and shit.
Countdown to sonning.
Sealed and buried for all time?
Do you know who you’re dealing with?
Passport to motherfucking trespass, my dude.
This galaxy or the next.
What you want is simply expensive.
The truly extraordinary is not permitted in science and industry.
Perhaps you’ll find more luck in your field.
Where people are happy to be mystified.