T R A N S I C I O N

All righty then. Picture this if you will.10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51Contemplating the whole chosen people thingy whenjust then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope butnever really expect to see in a place like thisCutting right angle doughnuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocksand me yelping... HOLY FUCKING SHITHoly fucking shitFucking shitHoly fucking shitHoly fucking shitHoly fucking shit...fucking shit...fucking shitThen the X-Files being, lookinglike some kinda blue-green Jackie ChanWith Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champaDid a slow-mo Matrix decent 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 Quark here doesn't noticeThat I pissed my fucking pants.So light in his wayLike an apparition,He had me crying out,Fuck me!It's gotta bethe Deadhead chemistry!The blotter got right on top of meGot me seeing E motherfucking T!And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooningE.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 itAnd a warning for those who do not.Me, the chosen oneThey chose meAnd I didn't graduate from fucking high school!You had betterYou had betterYou had betterYou had better listenThen he looked right through meWith somniferous almond eyesDon't even know what that meansMust remember to write it down,This is so realLike the time Dave floated awaySee my heart is pounding'Cause this shit never happens to me!Can't breathe right nowIt was so realLike I woke up in WonderlandAlso a bit terrifyingI don't wanna be all aloneWhen I tell this storyAnd can anyone tell me why ya'll sound like Peanuts parentsWill I ever be coming down?This is so realFinally it's my lucky daySee my heart is racing'Cause this shit never happens to meI can't breathe right nowYou believe me don't youPlease believe what I just saidSee the dead ain't tourin'And this wasn't all in my head.See they took me by the handAnd invited me right inThen they showed me somethingI don't even know where to beginStrapped down to my bedFeet cold and eyes redI'm out of my headAm I alive am I deadCan't remember what they saidGod damn shit the bedHigh eye (repeated)Overwhelmed as one would bePlaced in my positionSuch a heavy burden now to be the oneBorn to bear and bring to allThe details of our endingTo write it down for all the world to see.But I forgot my penShit the bed againTypical.Strapped down to my bedFeet cold and eyes redI'm out of my headAm I alive am I dead?Sunkist and sudafedGyroscopes and infraredWon't help the brain-deadCan't remember what they saidGod damn shit the bedIIIIIII can't remember what they said to meCan't remember what they said to make me out to be a heroCan't remember what he saidBob help me!Can't remember what he saidDon't know, won't know (repeated)God damn shit the bed!

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