Alright 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" thing with just a flaming Stealth banana split the sky like one would hope But never really expect to see in a place like this Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and Stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping "Holy fucking shit!" Then the X-Files being Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and Breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa Did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of 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."