Entities from outer space delight in moving me from place to place. For a time, playing the harmonica offered an escape; temporarily lifting the curse of ending up in an alternate universe.
Standing on the balcony of a hacienda in Costa Rica with a pretty senorita, who pointed to a cloud that began to glow and from it descended a UFO.
I was about to flee when a bright blue light lifted me into that beast, where bug eyed aliens argued telepathically as to where next I should be.
I’m on a planet now, playing the harmonica in zero G.
Standing on the balcony of a hacienda in Costa Rica with a pretty senorita, who pointed to a cloud that began to glow and from it descended a UFO.
I was about to flee when a bright blue light lifted me into that beast, where bug eyed aliens argued telepathically as to where next I should be.
I’m on a planet now, playing the harmonica in zero G.
