an excerpt from Andromeda calling.
The flight crew asked? ‘Is there a way. We are supposed to sit here and
witness that! They exemplified ‘I was dreaming’. He asked us if they saw that.
The crew stammered for a while then reproached the agony. They asked? ‘You have
flown with the sandpipers of destiny? May we know what part of history you took
the, Groan?’ As they expedited the ruin? The shambles of the ruined city Sodom.
We are the whole of the life force, the empire of fusion? We know of none who
have done that? We shoaled the witness, bequeathed us by the ancients. We took
a ride to ancient cities of belief. We are the shared consciousness of your
civilisation. We know of others throughout time. If you don’t share anymore
experiences with us of the yet, past we won’t complain. Your past has its
downfalls. We are the race of lemons you grew to love. We are not the sun
worshippers of the grave. We know you are from other worlds. The Cleopatra, she
once said ‘You have but the ideals of some I care not to deeply sympathise
with, your treatise of asp’, I broke the ladies spirit, they shoal her quaint
hearted approach, they flew to method the spirited reproach, the longing we
took aboard our shock, her dismay left us unequivocally sound, the ship tufted
her away. She was longing for servitude of gracious memoirs. We laughed at her
with the widow maker! We cried as they all swarmed about us! We are aliens, not
Romans’ we cried. The passenger cried ‘Is that it for the storytelling or may
we expect to see, moreover the splendour of such finery. We flew to the outer
reaches of the universe. Polarising the engines to bring up thought forms of
past present and future’ they denied the lot.
‘The lady we
obscured. She laughed at us! He romanced hers! She cried ‘doth you bequeath
servant of the devil I absconder’. We are aliens not your servants, they
reminded her. We are the crustaceans of the differing world of complex beliefs.
We stout the poison brew. We are the foot servants of the planet Saturn!’ they
exemplified her beliefs with their own’.
‘The whole
episode took us 8 seconds to the sun to teach her the error of her ways, we
took her to the heavens. Released her predestined approach. She cried at the
Christian-god, she left a bit happier. Worse the wear. He stool the violet of
the lady, he reproached the ardour of hers, the salt of peter, the sardonic
treaty, the feather that longed to be stroked, we shot her full of adrenalin,
he predisposed the reef of the Sphinx, she shed a tear for the reeds, the man
she called adder, she cried the asp, the Hermes Chariot, she cried the outer
reaches of the universe, we flew her to her bed of death, the destitute logos,
she cried the oxen of her beef cattle, the betwixt of her gracious, the Marcus
Anthony he cried the lovers met in death’ they called me a liar to my face.
They continued
the story of the meet with the aging princess of Egypt. ‘We are very sure we
know of thus but, may we assume you peddle the forthright chariot. We can reach
the stars you worship!’
‘She cried how we
could possibly make sure her Egypt of the following. The slaves are half-wits.
We are prolonged the agony of stares, the ritual that damned us! The lady
continued the leprosy’ the diseased Ulysses ferments they cried.
‘The Paris of her
dresses, she drew, the flight touched her brief interlude, she married the boy,
he suffered no anguish, she laughed at the suffering, and we left! We flew to
Salem, the moderate of species, the ferment her stout, the witches sought her
out, the lady of suffering, the quilted negligee, the phosphor burns, the
array, the anguish retired, the moderate burns, the sapphire of riches, the
robe of burial an anachronism for fate would be to say, they scalded the baby
in the bathwater, they grievous the symphony to a tree, they cried the heretic
to the trial. The inquisitors of Salem wept as they quietly starved the
marshes, they drove the old women to a flaw’. ‘Infidels I fine the dote to
deposit the arraignment of the lost hast curse you beyond the measure of the
lost souls, mine is thy enmity of scabbard gruel, scream I say at thy first
born successor!’ the witch howled in grief.
They asked:
‘kindly if there would be an agreement for you’. ‘Ask us to speakeasy at the
pregnant ritual doth the smile of so many virgins, quilt the twilight. They
ridiculed the ladies, the innocents they fed the bitter salts, they fed the
fires of Hades, and they reaped the naked bodies of the burning witches.
Veritable innocents they poised at the flesh. One cried out, I curse the wicked
salts of my marriage to the commoner of Alexia, I spurn the idol dreams of the
vanquished trout, she said in the corner of the craft ‘I despair the longing of
the virgin wolves, I am blameless of the scourge I befit the grouse, the legged
spontaneous, I growth the leggings back, I scour the frontal anatomy of
chieftain, the church elders I subscribe the appendices wrought my rotted
flesh’.
They cried at the
black sheep of the flight deck! They motioned the storybook character. The book
of shadows was opened ‘The pan deliver us from him before we say too much to
ruin the whole expedition. We are the flight crew of a nuclear light ship. Or
energy displacement unit we seek not to tell of all our voyages. We are amazed
he has lasted this long. We are sure he knows too much. Your secret is safe
with me!’ I replied. ‘I was in the military, we used to keep secrets all the
time back in the reserve army days’ I said as they quibbled. ‘We are not aware
of military. We pursuit the whole prejudice of a smile we see. Would you like
to change that before the whole of your dangerous episode of the book becomes a
veritable homicide of radiation poisoning? We are aliens not speculators of the
grief you will suffer. We realise you are a grim earthling with nothing in the
stem cell implant. We are about to implant something inside him. He will laugh
how we place him on the table!’ they quietly niggled. ‘We are not the
commonplace little aliens of your gender. We are bisexual! We are the whole lot
of you! We can concede as to the poison you give us with your smiles and your
joking remarks. You Americans afford those qualities that esteem the frankness of
conscience. We are hopeful you will write the book to assure us, the
fundamental auspices of your well-being and your civilisation! We will not
speak to you again on the matter. We will just dump you overboard or, to the
engines or something!’ He exhumed the threat of the needle but, never this.
‘I’m not American’ I said to the pilot in a thought. They asked. ‘What part of
the colony of Death Island are you from?’ I replied. ‘I’m Australian by birth,’
I answered panicking about their threats.
Suddenly the
craft, it exulted the furnace of the sun, we were saved by the velocity of the
vehicle and our speed through time. Oh it’s the prayer again well we are here!
You may say to the wicked ones you were here with the desolate ones, we are
here at the end of days, the beginning of days at the resurrection of the
Christ figure.’ ;
