10 to 2 a.m., X, yogi DMT and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know pose just outside Area 51 contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks it had me yelping, "holy f***ing s***"
Then the X-files being looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossalini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa did a slow-mo Matrix descent outta the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my f***ing pants"
So light in his way
Like an apparition
He had me crying out
"F*** me, it's gotta be
Deadhead chemistry
The blotter got right on top of me
And got me seeing E-morherf***ing-T"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, ET revealed to me his singular purpose, he said "you are the chosen one; the one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning to those who do not." Me...the chosen one...they chose me, and didn't even graduate from f***ing high school.
You better...you better...you better...you better listen.
Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
It was so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See my heart is racing
Cuz this s*** never happens to me
I can't breathe, right now
It was so real
Like I woke up in wonderland
All sort of terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why
You all sound like Peanuts parents
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally it's my lucky day
See my heart is racing
Cuz this s*** never happens to me
I can't breathe, right now
You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I just said
See the dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head
See they took me by the hand
And invited me right in
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold, eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
G** damn, s*** the bed
High eye, high eye eye eye
Overwhelmed as one would be if placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen
S*** the bed again
Typical
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help, I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
G** damn, s*** the bed
Can't remember what they said
Can't remember what they said to me
To make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what they said
Oh no, Bob help me.
I can't remember what they said
I don't know, I won't know
G** damn, s*** the bed.
[This message has been edited by SpiralAg (edited 6/24/2013 11:28p).]