Once upon a time, I saved Encyclopedia Britannia in the
South Bronx of America .
The books from the 1970s were about to thrown into the back
of a NYC garbage truck in The New Millennium. As someone who suffered head
injuries in different timelines, they were very helpful in recovering memories
of my childhood. I remember my golden trumpet in music class. I remember singing Its Not Unusual and
dancing like Tom Jones.
I remember searching
for parts in the ruins of burnt out buildings to build a super computer like
the ones seen on Star Trek. I remember role model Mr. Spock.
I remember a mob of Puerto Ricans and African American sixth
graders that chased me after English class for being able to read at the high
school level of 11.5 and for The Daily News award given for a painting that was
exhibited at a mid town Manhattan
gallery in the happiest time of the year.
I remember how I cried for the goodhearted boy I was and
other ‘mutants’ like me.
You humans are now going suffer for your crimes against
Earth and us.
All this great power I have and there’s nowhere to go but
straight up.
I’ve been getting my pitching down to a science in outer
space.
Allow me to do the math for humans on what this means.
And The Oscar goes to…LOL!
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