Alrighty then,.. picture this if you will... 10 to 2AM and actually heating up The old box of Krispy Kremes at my Need-to-know post just outside of Area 51 contemplating the whole "Chosen people" thing but just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like wide open never really expected to see it in a place like this. I think I'm gonna die but something right inside my Birkenstocks began fuming holy fucking shit... Then the x-files beings who were like Some kind of blue-grey Jackie Chan With Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked and they're wicked-shot terrorists all by making the sound Abananadabanana. So when I opened up my bug eyes, my gaping jaw and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was... I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants. So alive in this way Like an apparition and he had me crying out...Fuck me, It's gotta be...Deadhead chemistry... The bottom covering the top of me...It's got me seeing.. E motherfucking T