At the New Orleans Cafe, in Pioneer Square, Seattle, I met a man. He was covered head to toe in a aqua colored fish scale tattoo. It completely covered his face and bald head. His tongue was split in two pieces. He could twist them together while making snake sounds. He also had two implanted devil horn nubs coming out of his forehead. He let me rub them, to see what they felt like. They felt like bone. He tells me hes a reptilian human. I believe him. On the way out, he says, Dude, check out my art. I did. He was a photorealistic painter of tiny mice portraits in Victorian Clothing. These days, I wonder if these are portraits of all the mice hes eaten? Or an alien? Perhaps.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 22:09:58 +0000
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