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June 9, 2026 at 5:42 AM
So Carl found out about Ziggy. According to his GREAT calculations, "Ziggy" sounds like something cosmic to him (Carl). So he started making up his own nonsense. And when Carlek finally spotted Ziggy, he followed him like a sham.
C:: - SO, ASTRONOMIST ZIGGY, YOU DON'T BY A POINT SAY "GUD NIGHT" BEFORE YOU BED, ARE YOU?
Z: - WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? EVERYONE SAYS THAT!!! AND I'M NOT ASTRONOMIST!!!
C: - Your appearance simply DESCRIBES YOU!!!! ALL KINDS OF GALAXIES UNIVERSES!!!
Z: - You don't understand anything. GO CRY!!!
C: - No, go SLEEEP
Z: - What sleeping is it now? 2:56 PM
C: - Nothing
And then Ziggy found Grey to write some poems for, otherwise he's writing about all sorts of butts, pussies, dicks, and cunnilinguists again.
Z: - Darling, oh Grey, come on, like, write a poem to show I'm not an astronomer.
G: - Okay
And Grey wrote
I wonder WHO SAID,
That Ziggy slept soundly here???
And then they told him
That he's an astronomer, DID YOU SEEN IT???
He's not an astronomer, bro.
And go on your way, "good."
He's an illusionist,
not a space-shit-shoveler.
G: - That's it, IT WAS CRUEL!!! Z: - And now Carlek, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS POEM??? C: - What? Z: - NOTHING!!! Z: - AND YES, CARLEK, I'M NOT WRITING ABOUT ANY SPACE, I'M JUST A COOL ILLUSIONIST THAT TELLS YOU "GO SLEEEP" C: - AAAAAAA!!!!Conclusion: first, learn about the guy before you make up anything about him.
THE END!!!
