“I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that,” Lamont scowled. “His people were exploring these stars when yours and mine were waving goodbye to our tails. You want me to believe that his big pink brain couldn’t see this coming?”
It occurs to me this solves the mystery of the alien shuttles on the tower's landing bay. It's not that they couldn't leave, it's that they had nowhere else to go.
Jan 27, 2022·edited Jan 27, 2022Liked by E. Thomas Thomas
Only concerned for you. Be well. You owe us nothing. You've been paying us for years. Resume when it is for YOU. That's when it is best for US too. Art is for the artist. The rest of us are just lucky witnesses.
It occurs to me this solves the mystery of the alien shuttles on the tower's landing bay. It's not that they couldn't leave, it's that they had nowhere else to go.
It's making a zoo.
Or maybe it's a galactic bug zapper. Clearing the area of pesky infestations. The siren's song, the sweet treats, the sudden crack... ashes. Next.
Are you OK Elliot?
Hit a bit of a rough patch and I'm having difficulty getting myself in the mental space to write. Sorry to leave you hanging.
Only concerned for you. Be well. You owe us nothing. You've been paying us for years. Resume when it is for YOU. That's when it is best for US too. Art is for the artist. The rest of us are just lucky witnesses.
Thanks, John.