On the far left, the Orion's belt looking

On the far left, the Orion's belt looking three spots partially obscured by clouds are, from the top: South Bend, Fort Wayne (where I was born) in Indiana, and Lima, Ohio. It's a

Reached the limit of sanity when the cell walls become rainbow coloured. The mitochondria float at night. The paramecia do that too at night.

It seems I float at night as well. My sanity had fallen away like a bug's husk & I went with it. I dissolved in the blood stream fusing my consciousness with another consciousness.

Fighting my way out of a brittle shell, I was reborn as... CICADA MAN! Using my raspy voice as a weapon, I was able to fight crimes against insects by busting human earlobes like

tapioca pearls. Unfortunately, my becoming Cicada Man correlated with a greatly reduced life span. The setting sun provoked a circadian foreboding of my impending death.

The time had arrived for Cicada Man to come out of the darkness; after seventeen years underground, seventeen years of tranquility, my tapioca pearls had turned final plateau black

. He needed to come up with a catchy jingle. "Cicada Man, Cicada Man, I sleep a lot, but when I wake up I do things". Solid. Now for some buzzwords.

"CHITTER CHITTER CHITTER!" All nearby windows shattered along with certain bones in a few passerby. Well, he didn't expect that. Cicada man fled the scene, fearing lawsuits.

Eventually Cicada Man and his destruction were forgotten. 17 years later he re-emerged, this time to practice goodness. Then some ignorant slob killed him with a giant flyswatter.