Quick preview of what to expect from PINK ALIENS: “Kaboom. Kaboom. Kaboom. Kaboom.” He was listening to his own heartbeats. Each cymbal crash grew in intensity. He rapidly found out, that actually paying attention, only made them louder. He began to focus on something else, really edging towards his Rolling Stones recollection; using Jagger to drown out the crashes. Nope, Under My Thump wasn’t doing the trick. “Kaboom. Kaboom. Kaboom.” His headlights flickered on. A plea of no contest sending them back down. The mother of all hangovers playing with his internal systems. Rams and hard-drives waddling on God only knew. A phone rang; his office cell phone. A schizoid pixie walked over his back, stabbing him with a tiny metal fork. Frenzied goblins, out of their gourd, shouted: “Take your top off! Take your top off!” The phone rang again. A woman’s voice suffocated the band of pink wolves that were playing loose chords in the corner. “You shouldn’t pick that up. That really upset your chakra points. Pass the pipe, Mirage.” Mirage: “Here you go… Hope he’s O.K.” “Ring.” A third voice: “It was suppose to take away all his inhibitions. Hid it in his coffee. I heard cellphones give you cancer. You believe that shit?” Two eyes came alive; blinking at floor level. Once again, he had woken up on the carpet. With an effort of will, he swung his hands and grasped the technological entity. It felt like putty in his grip. “Yeah?” “Keith, It’s Harry!” “Ahhh!” He slammed the receiver against the far wall. There was a demented troll coming out of the screen.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 17:34:49 +0000
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