My Cardboard Balcony

Uni-axy by Belinda Roddie the uni-axy is filled with cos-stars. These cos-stars release hel-gen that creates plan-roids. the ali-tians drink hot co-tea in UF-saucers on UF-saucers with cups full of super no-rite dust clear and crystalline and deli-sty.

The reporter watched in horror as the pinnacle of steel and shining glass toppled overhead, debris in large flaming chunks descending upon the packed metropolis. As the blue planes overhead screeched and hollered with their gunfire, the poor journalist could not keep calm on national television. Not like this. Her bosses were mad to send her into this war zone. Absolutely mad. And no bulletproof vest could save her here.