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Alrighty then. Picture this if you will.
10 to 2 A.M., 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" thingy
when 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
And me yelping:
Holy fucking shit! [x8]
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,
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 fucking pants
So light in his way.
Like an apparition he had me crying out,
"Fuck me!
It's got to be the
Deadhead chemistry.
The blotter got on top of me
Got me seeing E. - motherfucking - T."
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.
You'd better.
You'd better.
You'd better.
You'd better listen.
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Then he looked right through me
With 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.
See, my heart is pounding,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.
I can't breathe right now!
It was so real.
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
All sorta terrifying.
And I don't wanna be all alone
while I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why
Y'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,
'Cause this shit 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 MY BED. FEET COLD EYES RED.
I'M OUT OF MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!
hey.....
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,
Shit the bed again,
Typical.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRARED.
WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
I...!!!
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO
make me out to be the hero
Can't remember what they said.
Bob help me!
Can't remember what they said.
DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
[repeated]
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED! |
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