RP Jimi Hendrix

This is based on the song, 1983 (A Merman I Should Turn To Be) by Jimi Hendrix

Plasma snakes, mostly. That's what he said got his house. But there were grenades, too. The plasma snakes came from miles away... they really didn't expect it. He told me all of this, in the bunkers, when we were going to sleep. The arching red streaks of napalm called plasma snakes were tinged with blue due to the atmosphere being filled with carbon monoxide and sulfur from the other weapons.

Days later, I was de-tuning my tube-shaped psychedelic noise-machine; which really sounded better in tune, they said. They also said we couldn't make it this far with the gill-tech, but our record was five days from some gypsy chick out of L.A. ruins.

G flat.

"Flaaaaaaaat."

That's my lover. She knows I like it out of tune... keeps the gunshots from sounding like accompaniment. If you're not really making music, the noise starts to calm you. It's when you shove the holo-disc of the classics into the answer-phone that shit really starts getting heavy. I haven't made a call in ages. I just use it for holo-discs.

Eighteen days later, we saw it on the news. "It's impossible for a man to live and breathe underwater forever."

Five days after that, some cat from the navy broke the record with the gill-tech.

That's when she started having the auditory hallucinations of whalesong. My lover that is. She said she could learn the language... And by that night, we had finished our own gills.

Down and down and down we went...