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It wasn't always easy being an alligator

  • It wasn't always easy being an alligator with a body structure of the human. You still looked like an alligator, yet you aren't. It was confusing.

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  • The Max Ernst painting that resulted was a masterpiece. Magritte also produced something on that theme. "Now you can take the costume off", I was told. It wouldn't budge! It was

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  • a part of me now. The bowler hat and the dark suit were like a second skin. And as much as I like fruit, I did everything I could to remove the green apple from my face.

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  • It seemed that green apple wouldn't budge and my face was everywhere. My right hand was alien and the left invisible. I adjusted my bowler and thought of making a pie from scr

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  • atch but that would be difficult, since my right hand literally had a mind of its own and I couldn't even see where my left hand was. Out of nowhere, my right hand smacked me in th

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  • e groin. I buckled under the force that my right hand had exerted on me, and cried in pain as I shielded my groin with my left hand. I could feel the evil oozing from my right hand

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  • and watched as it drifted out of the window like a liquid cloud of blackness. The evil was leaving my body, but it was searching for another host. I had unleashed it into the world

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  • how cool was that? Now I could finally say I accomplished something in my life. The inky darkness oozed across the sky, paused, then suddenly dove down on its next victim. I wished

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  • the darkness would target a chosen victim like my mother-in-law. That was when it abruptly changed course and dove onto my mother-in-law! Thought-controlled darkness! Next I wished

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  • for a decent sandwich with which to watch the fun. A nice foot-long grinder, maybe. Haven't had a good tuna sub in ages. And an Orangina to wash that hoagie down. Today was good!

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