Tag: aliens
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Eels
When the aliens found me I’d been busy hitting myself upside the head with eels. Not electric. Not like that transport beam. I’d been relocated to a little bushy area just before the airport on Squirrel road. There were mummies moaning at picnic tables. I began to dance around them, dishing out some freestyle I […]
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Vulture
In my vulture covered chest there is a maelstrom inside which God’s Walkman plays the sound of the sun. I’ve tried to weld it onto my sheet-like head, but it just won’t melt properly. Maybe I should go get the H-bomb and jump into Turkey Pond with it, volcano into the air, and pop tart […]
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