It was a happy marriage: were happy to get married, and happy to divorce. I would like to tell you about it's awkward moments, and some objects.
First object is a Zebra Patterned Wheelchair. Then come Tatooted Quails, plastic skulls, selfprogrammed music, Head of The Pig in a fridge, fetishparties, Cat Mummy, Sprouted Candies, guest appearances of Mother cutting a big hole in a curtain kind, and more.
Before I continue to indulge in telling this short story, I would like to post a part of the poem by John Cooper Clarke. Those who haven't heard of this poet, please google , he is a great poet of now.
Poem is called "(I married) A Monstre from Outer Space".
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The days were numbered - the nights were spent
In a rent free furnished oxygen tent
When a cyborg chef served up moon beams
Done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
When I married the monster from outer space.
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