Good news everyone!
"Oh, oh." You think yo yourselves. "What horrible science fiction themed gore-spew is he about to lay upon us? A mission to plant Fishy-Wizz 9? Or maybe just to it's bustling tourist moon of Long John Silver? Hopefully not a delivery of neosporic-tarter-goo."
Why the thinly veiled reference? Because I know my audience here.
Yes.
I do.
Look above.
I read your minds.
I like easy reading.
You people of fleshy bean bags crave a story. A science fiction story. Of intrigue, maybe, horror, certainly. But, what of the account of my past few months of riff-raff adventures? I promised to indulge you all in my ramshackle life-style. I also promised something about coffee last time, but my coffee is like my people.
Black. And drunk.
I've decided to take a different approach to the whole things as I can't stand non-fiction. About as much as I can't stand fiction on the History Channel. I'm looking at you mushroom haired man that claims aliens are our global grand daddy sperm doners.
I've begun outlining a piece that falls in between. Concocting bizarre mutant twists to the creature characters I've been encountering. Nice and clean in between the freaky and the deaky.
You'll be seeing this sci-fi opus of puss to come over the next few days. At least in little pieces, as I like to think of all of you. If that isn't clear enough, please read the title.
-Always Smilin'.
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