Flying Lizard

Today I’d like to tell you about my flying lizard fantasy. It’s related to a very powerful woman named Bennie. When I first met her, I realised that I’d wrote about our meeting years ago, back in college. It was a story about lovers coming together in an art gallery. I met Bennie in an art gallery. It’s little premonitions like this that make me feel like a true apostle of the most mighty heavenly God. I fell in love at first sight. Our eyes held for a long moment, she looked so soft and meek, so Germanic and strong. I burned all my pornography the next day, down in the woods, and cried for 4 hours when she came to my house and left me in a flat with no furniture, weeping like a child for its mommy. I kiss Benny with a most constant heart, she’s sunshine after the rain, I would not wish any other companion but her (bit of Shakespeare there).

I’ve seen Bennie destroy evil all on her own, in Wetherspoons and in my bedroom. She has fought for me many times. Once she had a fight with a strong opponent who I call Donald. He is a black operative from China. Black operatives are killers hired by the government to carry out assassination attacks. Often they develop creatures created by genetic engineering. These are called hybrids. They might be uncannily quick or exceptionally strong. They also might be invisible, if you can believe it. Personally, even though I see invisible beings week-in week-out, my mind has a block on invisibility. I just can’t get my head around it, even though I know it is true.

Donald, supposedly, was created on chains. I won’t go into chains just now but they rip you apart and leave you like a bowl of bloody soup at the end. There’s a magical helmet just being made in China which brings humans back to life. They used this on Donald so they could chain him up again and again. Apparently, he was chained up for 25 years, again if you can believe it. This made him the most evil specimen on Earth, and he was sent especially to slaughter me. He had a good go at it. At one point, in a dark room, he stabbed me in the stomach and floored me. I was ill for days. That’s another story. He also trashed my flat. And did I mention that not only is Donald invisible, but he can also walk through walls? And that he eats his victims with a knife and fork? Sometimes I was terrified of him, and sometimes I battered him, because he’s only young, mid-twenties or so.

When Benny fought him they struggled together epically in a shroud of electric blue light which looked kind of magical. I chambered him in my cupboard once with his girlfriend. Anyway, getting to my point, Bennie lives on a different planet. It’s called Green Earth. I’ve seen it in my mind and been there during shamanic voyeurism and it is absolutely fantastical. The fantasy is that I wake up beside her (dreamy) and then go to work on a flying lizard with her. I’ve run out of time now, although I’d love to go on. Maybe another time. Take care of yourselves out there okay.