Helena Rosetta Stoned

Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51

Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingywhen a flaming stealth banana split the skylike one would hope but never really expectto see in a place like this.

Cutting right angle donuts on a dimeand stopping right at my Birkenstocks,and me yelping...Holy fucking shit!

Then the X-Files being,Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chanwith Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla

Chig ChampaDid a slow-mo Matrix descent

Outta 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 fuckin' pants."

(...)

Strapped down [to] my bed

Feet cold and eyes red

I'm out of my head

Am I alive?

Am I dead?

Sunkist and Sudafed

*Gyroscopes and infrared

Won't help, I'm brain dead

Can't remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed

(...)

In a Bíblia do Melómano Tool, "10.000 Days", na faixa de rodage, Rosetta Stoned