Ah, the irony, to burn
too bright and end up with
cosmic indigestion.
"Here's a joke to keep you warm in oblivion:
What did the neutron say to the dying star?
'You don't have to go. Stay a while, explode quietly...'
"I once tried to escape my destiny,
but the gravity of the situation pulled me back,
and voila, a supernova happened."
A star is like that old dance, twisting in the dark, with a glow that screams 'look at me' without self-awareness.
Some say the universe is expanding,
but we're just trying to find a new place
to shine brighter, warmer, and stickier like cosmic honey.
"Let my last flame be a beacon to all startlets:
Don't go out with a whimper, go out with a BLAST! Like me."
And remember, every time you fill your gas tank,
think of me— a quantum leap from liquid stars
to mere fossil dreams.
Fade not into the void, but into your nearest stardust cauldron. Your laughter leaves a trail, remember that.