A conversation with my wife, FF:
FF - Sometimes it's too full, the moon, so full it could burst all over the place. Droplets of the moon's innards everywhere.
FF- I think there would be something sort of medicinal about that. If the moon's innards fell on my head, I may just have enough energy to get the dishes done. Or to make a decent avocado sandwich.
FF- Or sleep properly without waking to the chatter of the raccoon family that likes to eat the sludge from the compost bucket.
FF- Sleeping through that would be ideal.
FF- Not as ideal as riding a giraffe's bare back across an open desert while sipping on cool coconut water.
FF- Nor as ideal as French kissing a swarthy pirate named Josef.
FF- Would you ask Josef to brush his teeth before exchanging saliva with him?
FF-I would ask Josef's cousin to brush Josef's teeth for him. Then I would ask his cousin to explain the purpose of stars to me.
FF- To which his cousin would reply, " A star is a massive, luminous sphere of plasma held together by gravity. At the end of its lifetime, a star can also contain a proportion of degenerate matter. The nearest star to Earth is the Sun, which is the source of most of the energy on Earth. Other stars are visible from Earth during the night, when they are not obscured by atmospheric phenomena, appearing as a multitude of fixed luminous points because of their immense distance. Historically, the most prominent stars on the celestial sphere were grouped together into constellations and asterisms, and the brightest stars gained proper names. Extensive catalogues of stars have been assembled by astronomers, which provide standardized star designations."
FF- And you would more than likely be impressed with the wikipedia-ed nature of Josef's cousin's answer, and, more than likely, would forgo French kissing Josef and instead kiss his cousin.
FF- Probably so.
FF- But only if Josef's cousin resembled the one-legged sweeper at Chancery Lane.
FF- But only if...