Sunday 29 April 2018

Day 161

My tragic superhero origin story shall some day play out like this:
In attempts to understand his tax return, a mild mannered man child opens his mind so far that the top of his head swings open like barnyard door!
The impossibility of such an event summons a portal to otherworldly realms, which bursts forth and consumes the head of the grown child who thought he could act the adult!
The bespectacled bearded head with receding hairline and throbbing headache is gone! In it's place floats, just above the man-baby's broad shoulders: a nebulous void to realities unknown!
Criminals beware, for you're about to stare into: THE VOID!


I still won't understand my tax return.
But at least then I too will be impossible...

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