Wednesday, July 12, 2006

A Brief Teaser On a Current Subject, Namely: The Unfolding Saga of The Space Natives

Fed up goddamnit with The Way The World Works the Natives jet fueled their tepees taking several cultures with them and set sail for the stars, the abyss promising to be something they hadn't seen before (at least). As the buffalo hide flapped and led the cherry flame sparks through the dark, a pattern of burn time appeared and receded for those left to rot on earth. The head of the fleet, Dr. Sick Bird, sent communication to all Tribal affiliates announcing the commencement of the Concerto del Muerto promptly after burn time. The flames were turned back inside the vessels and the speakers spit the first cello quakes. It was during these first resonant quivers, low-frequency tepee vibrations absorbed into the pocket of space, when the team lost complete contact with the cancer that was and is still indeed, our world, the earth, home of the Whopper.

posted by John E. # 7:15 PM