surgery in space with a jelly bean and a butterfly

i changed my religion last night because i had no other choice. which is a huge lie. i'm a huge liar. fuck. who cares.

can anyone follow me? i sure as fuck can't.
anyways, who cares.

Here's an abridged story of what happened next...

"Doctors don't pull people over who are smiling and laughing" is what my accomplice said after he joked about my ash tray filled with butterflies and jellybean kisses.
"Hahaha... ya.... umm. um. that doctor just spun around Uranus" is what i belted out while i thought about how my spaceship smells like butterflies and jelly bean kisses.
"oh my Venus, oh my Venus. they want to dock!"
"its fine, you did nothing wrong."
"ummm. ya, my tags are expired, but not really."

whatever happened in the next few seconds, i was not sure of, time travel in space can make the mind forgetful. but later on, someone smelled the butterflies and jellybean kisses. i'm diabetic and allergic to insects, so i really had no idea what the fuck this young buck was tyring to infer.

but i did find one jelly bean, and i told the Dr. to show that bean the place in which no sun shines. which is a lie. i'm a huge liar. instead, he wanted to look at the interior of my spaceship. i told him there was nowhere to dock. never tell someone with a "station" that you "can not dock" because it will never work. the Dr. docked and i went off to another planet for the next 10 to 30 light years.

They found a toy lightsaber. they found the jelly beans and butterflies. they had no one better to dock.

i told the Dr. (plural, at this point; 2 Dr. and 1 surgeon) that i was not who they thought. no white space rocks here in this ship-of-space. i told them that i sail vessels across the galaxy and i showed them my badges and metals of honor. i spoke of great adventures in the concrete jungle and how i was part of the third best group of women warriors in this dimension of the galaxy. they told me to step it up... no more jelly bean kisses and butterflies if i wanted to be #1. i think i disagree. i know i disagree.

at this point, we laughed about youth and the ways of the world in which no one was "in-touch" with. we talked about jelly beans and butterflies. we talked about doctors in other galaxies. they told me to lie to a cop and make "it" give me a "cheat sheet" so that i could keep my beans and flies next time.

shortly after, they told me that i needed to change my religion.

sea shell / bird nest / dr.saidsmokethis / detective smack on the face

mazel tov.