Oh those bastards are cruel

if you fly too close to a star, you fry.

But if you dont fly close, enough, you freeze.

They pull you, in, just to throw you out into the cold. There is no in-between on a long enough time span.

Thats how stars are. They fuse atoms, and radiate hatred. Some worship them, and the blood scarficed in their honor turns them on, brings droughts.

Some implode darkly, others explode in shockwave, creating cool heavy elements like uranium for us to blow ourselves up.

We are star dust, the leftover from such a merciless hedonist, that didn't care where his junk turns up. No wonder we are the same .

Skin burns, melanoma, inevitable doom.

And those arty types who look up at the sky and draw in blue and gray, the aggregated clusters, those get dementia.

I hate them so...