I Was a Teenage…

April 8, 2010 § Leave a comment

I was a teenage alien. I drove the hottest Mercedes rocketship in 4 nebulas- my father bought it for my plasmic congealing anniversary. I snuck out on invites to quasaric parties on 38 planets and danced on stars, drinking celestial champagne.
When the suns rose, I blued my skin on the sand plains while tuning into music from all over the universe with my iChip. Males sent me an average 12 bouquets of roboroses a week. I never had to pay at the hover-in theatre or for cyber-cupcakes. Regardless, I held a part-time job as a soulguard at the local gelatinous natatorium. I was always desperate to get into Marsiversity.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading I Was a Teenage… at Alison Heller.


%d bloggers like this: