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"
Excuse me?
Doctor? Do you have a moment?"
"A moment? What's the question?"
"More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3."
"What's the problem?"
"That is the problem, we're not sure."
"You got the chart?"
"
Right here."
"Not much here is there."
"No doctor, no obvious physical trauma.
Vitals are stable."
"
Name?"
"No sir."
"Did someone drop him off?
Maybe we could speak to them.
Let's get some background on this fella."
"
No ID.
Nothing. And he won't speak to anybody."
"Well, let's say hello.
Good Morning, I'm Dr.
Lawson. How are you today? How are you today?!
Look son, you're in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us.
We can't help you otherwise. What's happened?
Tell me everything."
"Alrighty, then
... 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' 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!
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 fuckin' pants.
So light in his way,
Like an apparition, that
He had me crying out:
Fuck me
It's gotta be
The
Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got right on top of me
Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-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 fuckin' high school.
You'd better
...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd 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
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
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've 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 and 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.
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 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
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 a hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me!
Can't remember what they said
We don't know, and we won't know...
God damn, shit the bed!"
- published: 16 Oct 2010
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