Victor the Astronaut that smiled at the sun and stars but wanted to eat the moon with a pitchfork

I have a friend named Victor. He blasted into space on the space shuttle once a million times a moment and he loved to play with his toy clocks. This was such an obsession that Victor asked every person to touch his clocks with their fingers and smile when he showed them how to wind the clocks once every three minutes. Victor was busy and he owned a dracula production line that made mini plastic toy draculas that adorned even the White House's front lawn. This was a good job for him because there was to be a Victor Hugo era to come and Victor wanted to be a leader among mankind at that time. I miss Victors big pocketknife grin, but I admit Victor was flawed in a slightly but definate way. He could not play pinball when he went to the moon. Victor was so aggrieved that he shot the moon with a bazooka gun and waited for the moon to split in half under the pressure of his nuclear aged attack on its surface. Victor so hated the moon that it was only the sun and the stars that Victor would play the guitar for in his bedroom at the Trauma Center where he in fact lived his days. Victor was a business star and he loved to eat goldfish with a spoon while they were still alive but also when they were dead as well. He cooked for himself and played the violin often as well. He was a big star when he visited the gerbil salespeople on Mars becuase these gerbil sales people really liked to smile at Victor and ask Victor for his address on Earth. Victor was so sure that he was the most earthly person that he went to the Sun and danced in the cauldron of heat with his anti-heat spacesuit on. I miss Victors big smile but I was not his enemy. His enemy was the man who smashed Victor's clocks with a bazooka gun that Victor used to shoot at Mars. So Victor if you are out there, I am coming to save you a fee and bring you a fixed clock someday. It was useful to know your space hobbies and I will certainly benefit greatly from having an Anti Heat Sun Walking Space suit as well. I can do what you do any day of the week, but only you will have the clock fetish that you enjoy. I like it a lot but I can not space out in class enough to tell you that your kiss of light in my ashtray of life was really just a poetic example of how you just did not want to greet visitors on the sun when you were in space suit and dancing so freely. Thanks Victor, May there be another Doctor H. to entertain you when you ask for me in the poetry halls and only find a clock in your stead. Bye Bye for now. Best Wishes and I hope that God is good to you in the space race you wish to enter to get to the planet Neptune by morning. Thanks.