After posting Spider Veins, Slant-Eyed Bastards, & Carbolic Suices, is a popular story, a saga of life in the underworld dressed for summer, and wearing a Burger King golden crown around.
I’m strung out on ganja and tramadol, sitting up in bed writing at turtle speed.
Turtles eat guppies, tiny breeder fish, prolific breeders, replenishing the sea. Turtles live and breed slowly like they walk, they are the Zen masters of the sea.
A bird shit on my face yesterday. Thais believe it's good luck. But don't touch a Thai's head, it's the highest part of their body. Your Feet are the lowest, nobody points with their feet in Thailand.
In Siam daughters and sons, wash, then kiss their mothers' feet on Mother's Day, stuff Jesus or Gandhi would do.
Siam is an elegant word, tasty even. In Bangkok, there's a restaurant, Four Hands, good-looking and sociable, feeding you Chinese food by the handful, always laughing, and available for sex after dinner.
For Christians, Jesus is cosmic consciousness, he's by your side, he'll reach out to people on the radio generating airwaves, generating hope, and love.
I miss pain shots, nurses armed with morphine, derivative Pr—heroin, or buprenorphine, it's a magic carpet ride.
Modern medicine doesn't stand up to Martian healing. Martians can heal cancer and diabetes.
Bless the rousings of your mind and your dreams.
I dream of Angels, balmy, fun dreams, flying side by side on the top of the Universe with them.
Angels, Martians, and Anthropoids lit up, flying together at the speed of light.
Blow BaB*y blow, powdered consciousness, you're bulletproof when you're loaded.
Beam me up, I'm ready Scotty, let's go on a cosmic field trip.
Martian, Anthropoids, Angels, Beduin tents pitched in circles bars, and restaurants serving sizzling fungi, purple beans, insects, sipping Martian vodka, eating edibles, floating on the ceiling, Martian girls are sex symbols, they're the best cock suckers in the Universe,
Saucer trips to Mars are a breeze, you're doped up the whole time, it's pleasant and safe inside, flying at the speed of light or faster,
Mars is flat, Martians live underground, it's the largest tunnel system in the Universe, it rains in the tunnel, they're are islands, and pretty shops, things are provided, meals, silky oil massages, Bedouin tents with stocked fridges and bars, it's a festival, an oasis, there're nightclubs, bars, entertainers, Stevy Wonder, 50 cents, and Willy Nelson.
Martian and Anthropoid jam together, Martians are master harp and theremin players, playing live on the planet's radio station, sending out waves of melody to the Martian and Anthropoid public, listeners are lulled to sleep.
Mar's has an abundance of underground rivers, it's miracle water. Anthroids and Martians drink out of emerald cups, living for 1000s of years.
visiting Antrohpoids and Martians live in castles on mountaintops or in cozy desert oases with first-class Beduin tents.
Nobody fucks with Martians, it's their show, they want people to enjoy themselves and live forever happy and free. Martian food is served at festivals, boiled ants, beans, potatoes, and blue beans, vitamin-rich food cultivated in glass doams.
There's no electricity or oil on Mars, they generate power from their plentiful supply of heavy water, it's a clean and nonpolluting process.
Martians don't wear clothes, they transport themselves from place to place, whisking like Casper the Ghost, dancing like Fred Astaire.
They have delicate bodies like Antropoids.
Martians, an outfit of weirdos that laugh a lot, with gentle mannerisms, correct posture, and speech. Regal by nature.
Life is free-flow on Mars, Martians fly with Angels, enjoy music on YouTube.
There's a lot of peace and love on Mars.
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