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⠠⣿⣿⣿⣿⠍ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢸⣿⣿⣿⠃ ⢻⣿⣿⣿⣟
⢸⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀⡀
⠈⠻⠿⠃ ⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⡷
⠈⠉⠉
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10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" post, just outside of Area 51.
Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing with just a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!
Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa,
did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥' pants."