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| by J. D. Nelson |
| Space Cat sat down to his plate of sanitary food.
Green peas -- it was all the restaurant served. He drowned his peas in ketchup and longed for the zesty crisp of a tater tot. Space Cat stopped his own watch for a change. All right -- it's 11:30. I have three hours to wait before I can access the -- his huffle was lumped and the next thing we know, old Space Cat is strung-up in the gut factory. "This is exactly what I'm talking about," he said out loud as he surveyed the contents of his filthy holding pen. The macaroni and cheese he'd eaten for dinner a few hours earlier was coming back to haunt him. "Nothing worse than ghost food," he laughed to himself as his stomach churned and gurgled, sounding like a monster from a sci-fi flick. I looked around for a while and remembered that I was dreaming -- the best thing to do in this kind of situation is to remain calm and stay in one place, I thought to myself -- if anyone's looking for you, that is -- I'm going to have to ask you to excuse me, please. I got up from the table and walked out of the dining area. I stood in the front room, fumbling at my lumpen genitals with a claw-hand. Someone's trying to tell me something -- that's the last thing I remember thinking to myself before waking up in a cardboard box out behind the dog food factory. The sour stench of green meat pulled me from my slumber and I knew before opening my eyes that I was back in Denver. Space Cat and Green P. had shared a basement apartment in Denver's Capitol Hill neighborhood years ago, before the city of Denver had completely been transformed into a giant amusement park. Space Cat loves popcorn, as many of you know -- and he made batches and batches of the fluffy, buttery snack in the apartment's small kitchen. Green P. secretly hated popcorn (and most snack foods in general, with the exception of nachos) -- he'd hide the cat's jar of popcorn kernels, leave the butter out on the counter so it became inedible, that sort of thing -- are you beginning to remember the sequence? Take all the time you need -- as long as you remember before midnight. |
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| April 2006 |