Subsistent Forms

It is pure nonsense to believe that the aliens can be conquered by an eye gauge, a testicular squeeze or a nipple twist. The tragic theorem is awfully ugly, a paradox of ugly, universal and unequivocal, paranormal and pathetic. The mysterious “intruders” are not unknown. Like in the movies, the mysterious intruders are among us. So leave your heirlooms behind for the looters. Bring your songbooks. Learn to smile wide. After all, perhaps the aliens are under obligation to intervene. Perhaps they are here to free us from our program. Perhaps we should pity them, sing along children. Or perhaps we should gather our bayonets, machetes, knives, scythes, cutthroat razors. Perhaps we should prepare a place to disembowel and incinerate them. Perhaps we should prepare ourselves a place for disembowelment. AK-47s, blindfolds, and pump-action shotguns may prove prudent. Whatsoever the resources, weapons of opportunity will be wielded. Improvise child, you’re only limited by imagination and the hour is certainly short, our screams turning into specks of moonlight as we are dragged away by our neighbors.