Man is a dead void
wrapped loosely in hot skin. When
the skin sloughs off, run.
Man is a dead void
wrapped loosely in hot skin. When
the skin sloughs off, run.
I float on the water
under the warm sun, bobbing
gently on the waves
as I listen to the shrieks
from those trapped in the sinking ship.
I’ve got a tree growing from my head. (strum, strum, strum!) Why is there a tree growing from my head? (strum, strum, strum!) Please get this tree out of my head. (strum, strum, strum!) It makes my skin itchy. (strum!)
Somewhere near LV-426: This isn’t an Alien egg is it? Is it!? (Yes, it is.)