Psycho-Babble Writing | for creative writing | Framed
This thread | Show all | Post follow-up | Start new thread | List of forums | Search | FAQ

ASTRAL PLAIN

Posted by cockeyed on July 1, 2005, at 22:51:40

"look out here comes the smut, Martha..."
The limelighters, circa 1962
I guess the 20 mgs of prozac has worn if not off then down, so I'm giving myself a length of rope.
Astral plain

after the aliens abducted me they tossed back to this place. And now I'm right back here waddling through the human rat race. Ain't got no rhythm, my spellings out of time, every once in a while I come up with a discount store rhyme.
So anyway I decided to genealocically investigate myself, for I've lead many previous lives. I'm quite sure I was related to Mr.s Murphy's cow about the time of the Chicago fires. I'd hoped for, maybe Xenophon, or some old time guy who was great but upon closer investigation I was merely late. late for this, later for that, sort of a bit of the lazy slob. I was an Irish pigboy and not to good at my jobs. See, me and the pigs saw I to eye, I liked to feed them their slops, but when it came to shoveling the product, well into it I was not. And so I lived and skived all the bloody booze I could beg. And sad to say I went and died from an abscess on my leg. I was bent and wracked, toothles, and in pain. I lay down in the mud one day and couldn't get up again. My friends the pigs were quite concerned and rooted at me with their sweet noses, and set up such a squeal that the master and the hostess of the inn where I filched my gin came down and there they found me. The old pig boy with death's larky grin gone to heaven'roses. But even in heaven there are thorns, and on those I'll hang my hat. That was in a life long wasted, probably a long time ago. The aliens implanted this chip in my neck, so farther back I'll go. Maybe back to the marsupial when I crawled, a mere pink grub of a thing, from some mom marsupial's pouch. a feast for some toothy crawly thing that happened to be lurking about. There's a moral here and there and everywhere but McCartney wrote that song. Think I'll go pick up my axe and sort of strum along. cockeyed.


Share
Tweet  

Thread

 

Post a new follow-up

Your message only Include above post


[522237]

Notify the administrators

They will then review this post with the posting guidelines in mind.

To contact them about something other than this post, please use this form instead.

 

Start a new thread

 
Google
dr-bob.org www
Search options and examples
[amazon] for
in

This thread | Show all | Post follow-up | Start new thread | FAQ
Psycho-Babble Writing | Framed

poster:cockeyed thread:522237
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20050621/msgs/522237.html