It's been assigned to me by the aliens to write an epitaph for humanity. I know, I know, that sounds a little foreboding. They assure me, however, that there's nothing to worry about. They gave me one they had been working on to kick-start my ideas, but I'm not going to use it. It said, "It's not that we didn't like them. They were just in the way." I don't know. Somehow I just don't feel like that captures the spirit of humanity.
So far this is what I've got:
They had good hands
With opposable thumbs
They liked make stacks of rectangles and triangles
And sit inside of them
They were finally learning how
Not to be dicks all the time
I know. It's not that good. Any suggestions? I have to have it done by tomorrow for some reason.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P.S. - You know what really rocks? I've got this picture (thanks, Summer!) as my desktop background. It makes me happy.
P.P.S - I've been doing this P.S. thing a lot lately, haven't I? I wonder why? I bet I have a tumor. That's got to be it. Oh well. I've had a good run. L.L.
