tighten the glue-based threaded suction-cup grip and
bones of your veiny claws and removable cartilage thumbs around the soft silky
lassos extended, the spider web yarns that cradle the EXPLODING STEEL BULLET
above your cranium, your fore-arms shoulders and upper body rigid and shaking
in order to hang on for dear life, as this kaleidoscope
kite-machine cranks coughs and drags you
off and away, through the multi-layered misty stratosphere, w/ the humming
ancient Anti-Gravity Engines BLASTING coyly in their summer
heat-waves, green and violent smoky buildup anonymous and
incremental, and the deafening RRRumbling, BEAUTIMOUS time-travel ENORMOUS,
wildly dodging and dogging the creamy snow puffball cloud mountains that freely
float toward you, menacing foggy opponents chilly and invincible in their
haste, struggle within to pull yourself up and into the
unknown wilderness. open the aluminum wire-mesh hatch, heavy in her lower aft.
BE GREETED by mysterious glowing peoples inside her awesome interior bay,
listen closely to hear the chilly starlet fragments radiate reality nearby,
clicking in the oppressive evening breeze. and at the deepest pit of your gut,
it occurs to you that this mog rocket might actually take you home, to the
desolate war-torn deserted streets where you grew up, as a child running and
waving your arms in the air as fighter jet planes flew by overhead, possibly
the last friendly spectacle they ever saw.. your consciousness fades off into a
flute-music reverie.. dreaming about how she came streaming
across the grassy field with flexible arms waving uncontrollably, like
peach-flavored taffy tentacles, her soft welcoming body, long flowing honey-colored
hair, and warm muddy center calling out to your soul. you leap to her embrace
before she floats 'n' disappears away forever. now, years later, you feel the
wheezing air rip away against your taut skin as you're carried away, muscles
groaning against the strain – every cell in your body flexes and screams in
unison and agony, and you remember her sweet and delicate touch, the
dionaea muscipula that devoured your minty cool breath and
thunderous young heart beats abundant, the wild fragile and fickle flower, thorny
and of undiluted brilliance and dark inner beauty, who hoisted you up into the
hazy gray atmosphere with only one sling-shot-like arm. And as you float across
the void of space, alone, your stow-away life-line now severed from the ship,
all you hear and see is her melodic yet doomsday howling.

.. ..

drifting through the empty coldness of the outer
universe, voracious hunger devours your innate kindness until your beady eyes
begin to see the phosphorescent shine of a million carnivorous space cows,
large hairy bovine stampeding toward your co-ordinates!! and you are now at the
mercy of any nearby space cruisers to plug and blast them cows one by one
before you get trampled to death.... BLA-ZAM!! ZWARRRRR! ZWARRRRR! BLA-ZAM!!
BLA-ZAM!! BLA-ZAMM!! .......SIZzzzzzzzzzzzzle... [sniff].. [sniff].. wake up in
a steamy pool of your own sweat, feather pillows ruffled and red 'n' blue plaid
flannel sheets thrown aside in your dreamy chaos.. yet the bed is firm; you're
roasting, with the AC rattling unsuccessfully in the mid of night, look around
at your surroundings, and be dazed and amazed to find SPACE HAMBURGERS calling
out to you from an old bamboo tray next to your bed; in your delirium, these
burgers have the most incredibly delicious aroma and taste.. in the past, no
burger was ever created to rival these, and in the future, it must be
impossible to re-create a pleasure so infinite. and just imagine how a nice
ripe n salted tomato would increase the intense goodness of your new meal,
until your mouth waters with joy, immediately becoming irresponsible. SALUT
your captors and their poison as you get sucked sideways
into the maelstrom vortex of galactic cruiser decadence.. they need YOU to be
their major captain and chief of state, to enjoy their lusciously freaky
fuck-bots, free of charge and designed to please, and to drink of the sweet n
bitter grape vine liquors and complex home-brewed ales, straight from the old
wooden barrels that are refrigerated down below within the cooling section of
the ship. you become MAGMATA IMPERATOR,
crashing from planet to planet, find yourself at the helm of this MADDNESS.
you can't help yourself. THE INNER ANIMAL TAKES
OVER. MANGLE THROUGH TRAILER PARKS ON SOME SUNNY GREEN
PLANET, landing the ship to stretch your arms and find some new
bitches, and to RE-LOAD, RE-FUEL, PILLAGE AND
PLUNDER!