William S. Burroughs had some fucked-up dreams. But, I can relate to my first thought on another planet being, “Hmm, I wonder what the cuisine is like.” I definitely would not be down with the whole no-stomachs thing. Sometimes I feel like eating is a waste of time though, when I have a paper to finish or a song to practice. Times like that I wish we could eat every couple of days and be fine. Bodies are so fucking bizarre. Is that what the no-stomach aliens would think about me? It’s what I think about me. Who would I be if I were one of those no-body Ray Bradbury aliens? Just a ball of light evolved past anything a body could accomplish. I think there was something about music in that story…
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