There is Venus. She shines in the night sky so bright with Mars in the distance. The night was so perfect. I saw 6 shooting stars too. And I watched over 10 satelittes crawl accross the open sky. And in the morning, As the sun was peaking up. The mountains were blue and purple. Speaking to me. They cried out to me. Go home soon. Kill your television and rape the bill collecters. Drown your sea monkeys in a sea of rum. Remove your clothes, cover yourself with canolie oil, and run wildly through the streets. Drop ryhme and reason, drop intellect. Retort back to the very basic instincts. Feed. Procreation. Survival. Feed. FEED. I dont remember anything after that, or before I came to in an alley downtown. It was cold out and night time. The dawn had come and gone. It was dark. I walked out into the street light, and found blood on my body. No clothes. Cold. And a full stomach. What the hell?

I had bad stomach pains all day. And its sad to say, I had found a ring in my... well, my shit.

Today, in the town paper.. Well, I think you get the idea.

Anyway-- I dont know what the hell drove me to write this sillyness. I just started writing and this came out.. The begining was true, until the mountains talked. The rest is obviously false. Strange shit huh? Literally if you follow the story line.. ha!

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