by Tomorrow's Man
February 01, 2004
32-29
In honor of the Superbowl, I tried to crush a can on my forehead tonight.
However, as the can approached contact with the space above and between my eyes, my forehead opened, and universes spiraled out in coruscating whorls of energy and light that contained loud yet orgasmic sounds, a torrent of ejacular music comprised of every world language chanting in harmony, and with the cadence of an infinite child's laughter riding a comet of purple on ticklish silver the can was absorbed into my head like a dragonfly tumbling through an event horizon and well, poof, just like that, pedantic normalcy was restored...but for a singular small comet that follows me around now.