I Married A Monster

and she had to go home. She had her head as big as a TV screen, a glutinous complexion with a day-glo sheen, big bug eyes and a death-rare glare, feet like water-wings, purple air that was over the moon, I asked about some eye-placing and I married them on stuff from outer space.

Her days were numbered and the nights were spent in a rent-free furnished oxygen tent where a robot chef served up moon beans, done super rapid on a laser beam and needed nutrition to keep up the pace when I married the monster from outer space. But when we went walking tentacle in hand, you could sense that the earthlings would not understand they would

nudge nudge when we got on the bus saying it's extra terrestrial, not like, because it's bad enough with another race but fuck me a monster from outer space. This kind of atmosphere, look! Look! Look!

Look! In this kind of atmosphere, love went lame. She took a flatter from where she came. I read all the papers, looked up the stars, Uranus is active and so is Maz. My otoscope was horrible, told me to be faced.

Her boined monsters from outer space. In a cybernetic fit of rage, she buggered off to another aid. lives in 1999 with a new boyfriend a blubber slime. Next time I see a translucent face I remember it from outer space.