September 21st, 2011
September 21st, 2011
this inquisitive lad voluntarily abducted (to escape hoes work, homework, or housework) by gruesome alien ghouls, but that opinion quickly changed after the monster mash ball and macabre masquerade.
thus, any resemblance between the following events and living social, while twittering about married life purely coincidental, or a distorted reflection upon the gift of a watermelon pickle.
although pitch-black that hot summer july night 2011, an ominous ghastly shaped ogre lumbered near the skeletal partially built addition at lower merion high school, without which this story teller would need to think fast for a backup prop.
this phantasmagorical amorphous entity hovered outside the flying saucer.
i stood stock still as my cold breath created miniature clouds that formed a gauzy window covering lenses. thru this sheen (essentially rendering glasses useless) opaque ethereal movements detected.
tentacles shredded this faux misty shroud and quickly grabbed me.
slimy slop slapped squarely steaming sense and sensability, sans smashing pumpkins. Yucky goo hermetically sealed me akin to being encapsulated within an adult size amniotic sac.
i found myself on-board a battle gray extra-terrestrial object.
fate delivered me into the "hands" of what appeared as the most surreal setting created by ingenious computer graphics technicians.
nanny nanny (or honey) boo boo uttered the by creature from black abyss.
since what sounded like outer space gibberish as a second language not an elective when i attended methacton high school (nor colleges for that matter), an automatic reflex took over.
i offered a gap toothed (i.e. alfred e. newman - what me worry) wry smile.
an immediate interest arose from these outliers at the metallic post intended for dental implant.
a crazy idea occurred. maybe these foreigners for another galaxy could secure long overdue permanent like tooth with charging an arm or leg! Ha!
non-verbal communication resorted to as a necessary expedient to establish comprehension and self preservation.
in addition, the notion to avoid any action interpreted as hostile best be applied even at the expense of being whisked away countless light-years from 1148 greentree lane, narberth, pennsylvania.
psychiatric medication (prozac and klonipin prescribed by doctor david lee wrought) most definitely eased anxiety per dread that loomed large within my quite active imagination.
i willingly made clear (using all manner of gesticulations) to surrender myself, which idea triggered a flicker of excitement.
wow!
this bizarre situation could offer this golden arched opportunity to escape the tragedies of terrestrial existence, and perhaps link up with another weird organic life form human or.
once this electric like surge coursed thru each fiber, i brazenly approached the other-worldly specimens guarding their shimmering craft, which appeared to hover just barely above the perimeter slated to be another state of the art wing of this campus.
i hemmed and hawed with tentative steps before nonchalantly scaling the hydraulically propelled ladder.
at once, an immediate whoosh took place.
after these myopic eyes adjusted to the scene, i observed an identical earth like landscape and heard what sounded like the most melodious chimes.
actually, that globe happened to be dear third rocky soundcloud i.e. black hole sun as viewed from the nearest window.
upon setting foot into the structure, an automatic accelerator jettisoned this motley crue at warp speed.
within my mind i thought what to do to pass the time???
nnninstantaneous sans any desire promulgated that very wish.
Ah!
perchance, these ethereal creatures (large and small) conveyed messages telepathically?
i put this hypothesis to a rudimentary base sic electric acid kool aid test.
within my mind, i silently uttered matthew scott harris.
an instant reply came back - in my head like 10,000 maniacs.
every one of these wraith-like cosmic nomads understood whims wirelessly, thus believing yours truly (moi self) to believe said species reduced signals to digital bits and/or hallowed weaned bytes.
no more gibberish gabbled by this former human, who became transformed into a transparent rendition of my favorite martian from the outer limits of the twilight zone.
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