Persecuted Pilgrims traveled an ancient book across
mysterious oceans and from there on it surfed on a tsunami of math unto outer
space.
God bless everyone on the good green Earth, said an Apollo
astronaut.
If Abraham Lincoln were alive, he would point to that moment
in history as the better angels of our nature. Sometimes, you need an alien to
tell you what it means to be human.
I’m not so much an American as I am a guest who looks upon
the nation as the next best thing to the USS Enterprise. Your ancestors were
mighty kind to me in what is now called The Old West. I aim to return the favor
to you, their descendants.
Requesting permission to beam aboard, Mr. President.
Don’t worry. I won’t overstay my welcome.
As Benjamin Franklin said before he threw me out, guest like
fish stink after a few days. I would’ve preserved freshness had I reveal genius
to him which I later did. You wouldn’t believe how shocked he was when he saw
what I could do.
It was almost as if he been hit by a bolt of lightning.
He was.
How To Pitch Nightmares To
DreamWorks by Daniel Angel Aponte
Art & Art Direction & Text Copyrighted 2014
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