Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.

Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and see.But Freddie Mercury couldn't. It was dark inside his casket. His casket??!!! Awakened from his long coma, Freddie scratched desperately

at the rotting wood which gave way easily to his claws. 'Claws? when did I grow claws?' thought Freddie. 'Brian must've had Lee press-ons put on as per my will'. Pushing his way

"Who wants to live forever? I do." crooned Freddie. But he only lived long enough for a concert. "It's a kind of magic" said Brian. I reverb the amplifier from my red special throu

gh lines that I saved for bitchy break ups. Brian hit the Shasta soda. Grapefruit. That was his stilo. Freddie was still waiting for an answer. All of a sudden I got it, I looked u

-gly, no wonder I had all these bitchy breakups. I tried to mask my ugly with "de style" and trendy soft drinks to no avail. Brian burped a grapefruit burp on Freddie. Burp on me,

Brian, oh please oh please, burp on me! But Brian only had flatulence for Freddie. And when Freddie looked up at me through velvety eyelashes & winked, I knew I had to act pronto.

I signaled to LL Bean J and Ed Bauer. They promptly took Freddie out back and beat the stuffing out of him. Then I smelled it. So so fragrant. Brian had love for me after all.