trip to the moon

pull out the page. what's another day ripped out of my life?

spent the day at the penthouse. layers and layers of messages were exchanged across an ocean, though they were compressed into short and vague phrases. that was fun (thanks, M); it was like squeezing a spring snake into a can of peanuts you offer friends and relatives. then you eagerly watch their eyes widen and hear them shriek with surprise when they realize the only nuts they'll be chewing will be the ones in their heads.

"peanuts, tita?"
"thank you, hijo..."
click, BOING!
"hay dios mio, espiritu santo!"

(oops, sorry. no peanuts there, tita)

as i spanned through the continental US, digging up clues on where to find the golden fish, i was chatting away with friends. i couldn't concentrate on the work. the fishes were interesting, but they were fueling my appetite more than they were feeding my brain. i hope i won't get slaughtered in tomorrow's meeting. else i might find myself swimming in a pool of soy sauce with lots and lots of green wasabi.

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i was invited to visit the moon tonight. and i decided to go and give it a shot. it's not everyday one gets a chance to see the world from the sky... (apparently, the penthouse is not high enough.) i've attempted to fly to the little rock a couple of times before. and on those few occasions, i ended up embarrassing myself; a big red EARTHLING glowing at the tip of my nose. of course, in perspective, i like being an earthling. i appreciate the quiet life. perhaps, if i make it this time, they'll learn how to appreciate earthlings on the moon.