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Unidentified flying object abducted yours truly,...

a willing experimental subject

to escape untenable married life.

 

Upon falling into a deep slumber,

the following subconscious

somnambulant scenario arose

allowing, enabling, and providing

temporary alleviation from

outa harried married state.

 

Out of a tendency to be impetuous,

and oblivious to danger,

I voluntarily let myself get abducted

by this gruesome green

Geico looking alien ghoul.

 

Any resemblance between the following

piece meal description being kidnapped

by an alien (from another

condemn nation in the cosmos),

and married life purely coincidental.

 

Although pitch-black that hot summer

July night 20xx, an ominous

ghastly shape could lumbered

near the skeletal partially built addition

at Lower Merion High School.

 

This phantasmagorical amorphous,

diaphanous, illustrious, portentous...

entity hovered outside
the phosphorescent flying saucer.


I stood stock still as my cold breath

created miniature clouds that formed

a gauzy window,

thru which opaque

ether real movements detected.


Eight tentacles sporting
2,240 suction cups

used to grip, taste, and smell

(similar to Octopus teacher

viewed courtesy NetFlix)

shredded this faux misty shroud

and quickly, yet gently grabbed me.


I found myself on-board

a battle gray extra-terrestrial object.

Fate delivered me into the \"hands\"

of what appeared the most surreal setting

created by ingenious

computer graphics technicians.


Nanny boo boo

uttered the creature from black abyss.


Since what sounded like

outer space gibberish

as a second language not an elective

when I attended Methacton High School

nearly two and a half score years ago

(nor colleges for that matter),

an automatic reflex took over.


I offered a gap toothed

(i.e. Alfred E. Neuman -

what me worry) wry smile.


An immediate interest arose

from these outliers at the ultra thin

metallic post sticking atop me noggin.

 

As a human robot electronic signals broadcast

and received courtesy said antenna.

 

Nevertheless, a crazy idea occurred.

 

Maybe these foreigners

from another galaxy could secure

long overdue permanent implanted teeth

(in place of these ill fitting dentures)

and extricate me out volatile pledged troth

without charging an arm or leg.

 

Ha!

Non-verbal communication

resorted to as a necessary expedient

to establish comprehension

and self preservation.

 

Additionally, the notion

to avoid any action interpreted

as hostile best be applied

even at the expense

of forsaking being whisked away

countless light-years

from 1148 Greentree Lane,

Narberth, Pennsylvania.


Psychiatric medications re:

(GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2MG,

CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50MG,

RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG,

FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG,

PRAZOSIN HCL CAP5MG,

BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG,

PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG,

CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG,

and AMITIZA 24 MCG -

prescription laxative)

prescribed by Doctor David Lee Wrought)

most definitely eased anxiety

per dread locked terror

that loomed large

within my quite active imagination.


I willingly made clear

(using all manner of gesticulations)

to surrender myself,

which idea triggered

a flicker of excitement.

Wow!

This bizarre situation could offer

this golden opportunity

to escape the tragedies

of terrestrial existence

and perhaps link up

with another weird organic life form

human or otherwise.

Once this electric like surge

coursed thru each fiber,

I brazenly approached

the other-worldly specimens

guarding their shimmering craft,

which appeared to hover just barely

above the perimeter slated

to be another state of the art

wing of this campus.


I hemmed and hawed

with tentative steps

before nonchalantly scaling

the hydraulically propelled ladder.


At once, an immediate whoosh took place.

After these myopic eyes

adjusted to the scene,

I observed an identical earth like landscape

and heard what sounded

like the most melodious chimes.


Actually, that globe happened

to be dear third rock from the sun

as viewed from the nearest window.


Upon setting foot into the structure,

an automatic accelerator

jettisoned this motley crue at warp speed.


Within my mind, I thought

what to do to pass the time???


Instantaneous sans any desire

promulgated that very wish.

Ah!

Perchance, these ethereal creatures

(large and small)

conveyed messages telepathically?


I put this hypothesis to a rudimentary

electric kool aid acid test.


Within my mind, I silently uttered

Matthew Scott Harris.


An instant reply came back - in my head.


Every one of these wraith-like

cosmic nomads understood

wordless wireless whims,

thus believing yours truly

(me self) to believe said species

reduced signals to digital bits

and/or hallowed weaned bytes.

 

Upon waking up,

I realized the aforementioned a dream

merrily rowing me thru illusory time stream.