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I am not who I thought I would be. A fatal flaw in my programming was discovered while I was studied under the world’s largest microscope. Reboot. Dark spots where there should be light areas. My right arm is a cartoon and is Homer Simpson yellow. My left arm is super heated lava rock and has issues with the other arm. In a dark corner deep within, Fellini’s 8+1/2 is showing with a new soundtrack by the Flaming Lips. The fog is thick, but tastes like apple butter. Can you hear the irregular thumping of my monkey heart? Once when I was sacrificed, I was told my blood tasted a little like V8 juice. There is a rib joint around the corner run by Ken Griffey Jr., but I never eat there. My one robotic eye came from the garage sale of one six million dollar man. The radical liberation group’s bomb threat was a hoax. I put a tarp up, but the rain continues to fall on my internal organs. Drip. Drip. Drip. There is a special on the National Geographic Channel about me tonight at 8pm. Check your local listings. The (solar lights no parasites no) camels lead me through the maze. Now on top, looking back down, I can barely read the tattoo which says “Insert smiley face here.”
Tony Brown 2008