A Message from the Annunaki
Because Aliens or Something
A Message from the Anunnaki:
You did the Work,
Yet there is still work to do.
Like these fucking dishes.
These dirty dishes never go away.
Yet how many nourishing meals have they kept from the floor?
Don’t be an ingrate.
Do the fucking dishes!
They want to be clean!
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A Reply from the Messisloppi:
We’ll do it later.
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C. Rommial Butler:
I submit to the court of public opinion and our alien overlords that after I wrote this I did in fact do the fucking dishes. I did not enjoy it, but I am grateful to once again have a receptacle that allows me to carry my food around and eat at my leisure; though I regret to inform you that this does not necessarily keep my delectables from falling to the floor. However, we can safely classify any such mishap as a result of user error. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a floor to clean…
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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