Do you guys love bananas or something?

Outer Space is the most fascinating thing to date. It has changed everything we know about our mysterious existence in the Universe. However space travel has turned out to be down right ridiculous in some ways and one of the most unique experiences one could have the opportunity to be chosen for at the same time. To get the point, Mic Douglas and I don't age anymore and haven't for sometime now. We are served a daily dose of youth elixir along with our vitamins and other vital nutrients every morning at breakfast. We've been in the youth program for about 20 years, pretty much ever since i can recall. Space travel also drastically alters the aging process as we understand it. We have become accustomed to being different ages depending on where we are at the time.

One of the kookiest discoveries of all time was stumbled upon through space station greenhouse experiments and vegetation space probe research. Bananas are indigenous to Earth and are unable to be grown anywhere outside of the planet. The most remarkable fact recently discovered about bananas if you can believe it is, that they somehow decay at a radically slower rate when in constant motion traveling through space. So you ask me "do i love bananas".......I sometimes sit for hours and stare off into space and just dream about how different my life would be if bananas never existed. Bananas are not so much a fruit anymore as they are a calender. Bananas are how we count our birthdays. We use them like seasons, we watch them slowly rot and each phase represents a need for change on the spaceship. It takes approximately one full Earth cycle for a vibrant green unripened banana to turn putrid pitch black.

I haven't eaten a banana in over 12 years but today is different. Today I'm gonna have a banana and no i won't record it you'll just have to take my word for it.
Until next time .

The 3 Mothers only give Life

It was hard to leave behind the beautiful sacred geometry for the confines of synthetic materials and the polished metals of our spaceship. It was a "bummer" as they used to say back home. I missed the 3 Mothers more than I missed my own family. It wasn't that I missed being dead so much as i missed seeing my soul spilled over into outer space. What could make the devil dance on the sun? The answer was so easy it was sad. The answer was so simple it could only be Love.


Only the devil gets lonely in a crowded hell. When hell freezes over where will the devil go?
No one cares, so he had no other choice but to dance. The 3 Mothers only give life so it was no surprise that they felt sorry for Satan. They told me that they could see a light in his eyes, like a glimmer of a fresh tomorrow. I could care less I was just glad to be alive again. I had to continue with Mic Douglas on our mission. I was no robot but I was programmed to believe that this mission was everything. I was taught that everyone was to do their part. I was trained to fight and kill anything that stood in the way of freedom. No one ever taught me to express my feelings. I was no Goddamn poet or any shit like that. I'm still new to this whole splogging thing.

Nights in space get lonely so I have to find comfort in my dreams. I'm usually so high before I go to bed that I don't remember most of my dreams but I know I have them. I seem to be trying to escape the inescapable. I'm beginning to realize that's why i was chosen for this particular mission because I was rarely satisfied with anything in my "normal" life. Living for me has to be hard that way I know I'm never being to hard on myself. This writing exercise is stupid, I'm going to bed. Goodnight!

"come boy choose Life or Death"

The pain stopped and all the lights went out. The three mothers from my first DMT trip came back for a visit. They brought their 5 daughters with them and my mind was once again their playground. One of the girls said "Mr. Deken we're going to measure the Earth". Everything was all a buzz but not like when something is mildly cool. It was like a million hummingbirds gently sipping nectar from all of my pores. I was in love for the very time, again. There were patterns floating all around me. Each shape was sharing the space of the other shapes. Each shape was a vibrant code. They were showing me what was left behind from my soul. She said "we saved it for you Mr. D, we saved it". One of the 3 mothers said " come now little ones it's time to let him be".

I put my soul on the line. I know it will leave a trace. Is the spirit Divine? What will I find out in space? If we can't find inside maybe we do not believe. If we don't find it in time, then maybe we never leave.

So I just kept dancing. I didn't know what else to do and I had nowhere to go. I had no full memories just bits and pieces. There were not enough pieces to put me back together again. There was not enough energy left to be afraid. There was no room in space for tears.
I knew I couldn't stay here much longer. That was the night everything changed.