When I was 7 years old a great white butterfly

When I was 7 years old a great white butterfly committed suicide in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but swallowed it whole. I was hallucinating like crazy - I saw

I wasn't changeable. "What I do is what I do. I just use different names. For things." I monotoned. "My best friend is Mr. Foam Rubber Shoe. I were a conical hat. I'm my own perp.

Then an idea blossomed. For Lucie's one year anniversary we'd get together Big Bird, the Dr., Mr. Foam Rubber Shoe, Benny, the Jets, & Josh from work. It would be a surprisaversary

! We'd dish up Cleveland Steamer baked in a Dutch Oven & a troupe of travelling midgets would act out Lucie's Top Folds via interpretive dance while Snow's greatest hits played on

a drunk German's accordion. But that was pie in the sky thinking. The truth was, there was a little bit of crust left on this toast and I had to go into my work and tell them the t

ime. Yes, it was high time alright to eat the toast and stop wasting time complaining! Just slap some jam on it. I had their attention now. My boss looked at me and reached for

the toast with silver tongs as his agents held my arms. He wrapped the toast in purple silk and laid it in a reliquary he always kept on hand. "This toast is not for eating," he ad

monished. "For it represents the Manna for the Lost." I wanted to scream "I am one of the Lost!" but I'd also been gagged. "Now we need your blood," he said & slit my arm so that

blood oozed from it. My eyes looked at the dripping blood at horror. My fate had been sealed.