it really happened. And it happened to ME!

this has only happened to you once??

every time i land someplace new, i run into a tractor beam..

not nurses & stuff, but they look a lot like salamanders with spaghetti colanders on their heads, prodding each other with violins, and making something like noises that feel like my head is being forced up an old-style hand pump & then stuffed into a battery that makes some kind of negative light that forces me backwards through time & makes me stay in the places i've tried hardest to forget, & then they tell me "it's ok.. it's ok.. it's just a small existential donation to continued maintenance of the sublime power structures we have put on your planet to secure your general welfare & good being..", & then, after living through the bicycle accident, or the refrigerator slamming into me, or the model rocket engines that blew up & engulfed me in flames (no fucking kidding) for what seems to be about 72 hours, they release me with a claw shake & something that i think is supposed to be a smile, but looks more like how i feel when i am drunkenly regurgitating, & thank me for my time, which is never actually more that a few minutes & always, always, always winds up with me stuck in my bed at about two AM in the morning, no matter *what* time i had *actually* gone to bed before that...

yeah.. i agree..

this donation shit is pretty, pretty freaky...
 
While I appreciate your awesome creativity StP isn't really a place for that kind of writing.

Awesome story telling none the less
 
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