picture this if you will..
10 to 2 am, x, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing...when a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. holy fucking shit.
then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with isabella rossellini 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, and all I could think was "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. 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 for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me..
And I didn't even graduate from fucking high school =/
Then he looked right through me ith somniferous almond eyes..don't even know what that means, must remember to write it down. This is so real, like the time Dave floated away.
they took me by the hand and invited me right in. Then they showed me something...i don't even know where to begin..
overwhelmed as one would be, 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
typical