My mom is an alien.

My mom is an alien.

创建时间:2017-04-21 浏览数:1871

Seriously?! You want me to talk about aliens?! Hell no; I’m giving my mom the spotlight. Aliens are nothing but boring little greens! How come my mom’s better than aliens though? Easy enough; she’s the weirdo in the weirdest weirdoes. She loves singing deformed lyrics, or rather, screeching them out and terribly off-key. It gets rather rebarbative at times, but it usually brightens the mood. But besides all that, my mom is strange, also for saying strange things, like popping an irrelevant word amidst a normal conversation. And in additional, my mom asked if my friends (whom she had never seen, only heard of) were fictional, even under the circumstance that there were indirect proofs. Of course I denied, but when I told my friends about the incident a moment later, they all immediately admitted, solemnly, that they were fictional, and that they hold charity events with non-fictional beings. But besides all that, my mom’s actually quite talented, artistically. In fact she’s so good at arts, it’s probably the cause of her ineptness at mathematical enumeration of trailing zeros. Even though this might seem strange to you, I’m quite familiar with it, given that I’ve grown up under such impressions. So I’ve always believed that my talented, weirdo, crazy mom would always love me beyond comprehension, that is, until last Friday at noon. Last Friday, my mom was out to buy groceries for dinner, and I tagged along, mainly for the purpose of fresh air. I normally hated supermarkets, but the apricity was simply dazzling and irresistible. My mom then strangely said: "we're not going to the supermarket, but rather somewhere else."/So here we are, walking (skipping in my case) and enjoying the glories of life. / Now She was singing her crazy songs again. / "Do you hear the little green sing / singing the song of the little green thing" / Little green sing? What the hell is that? My mom seemed agitated and when I questioned her for the cause of her uneasy brows, she pulled me close and told me to wait and see. We entered a forgotten garden somewhere at the back of the supermarket, and there we saw a cyberpunk disk, with futuristic lights and a monotone voice. It was absolutely terrifying, yet magnificent in stature. It was amazing, the sight. I stared in awe and shock. But my mom seemed like as if it was an everyday sight, and waddled over. She hailed at the UFO as if it was a taxi, and got happily lifted inside by the laser-like beacon, while beckoning for me to follow. When we were comfortably seated in the UFO, my mom confirmed my suspicions; she is, indeed, an alien from Mars! But if my mom is an alien, then what am I?I must be an extra-terrestrial being too! according to the logical reasons of genetics. After all, now that I’ve thought it over, I seem to possess strange traits as well!T1:> I can make both of my eyebrows dance in a very fashionable and exotic manner.T2>I have noticed that on several occasions, my face would turn gold as the rays hit me, and my eyes would be kaleidoscope along with my complexion.T3:>I’ve argued with a dog when I was 2 years old. My mom was holding me when a he ran up to me and barked madly. I furiously barked back at the dog, and for a very long time, I was barking in a language no human understood.T4:> I am ingenious in linguistics. I’ve never learnt Spanish yet I have completed homework for a friend and received full marks for it.T5:> I am mad about history. I have never understood why I so often traveled back in time in my dreams, into historical scenarios and met Elizabeth I and Queen Anne Boleyn, and cried for their deaths. Alas, they have all passed.

 

This thought absolutely terrifies me. I don’t even know what I am! But being an alien doesn’t seem foreign, in fact it fits. I am an alien. That sounded nice, rolling off the tongue. But haven’t I always been an alien? Living on Mars, eating tofu with jam, and popsicles with eggs. That’s right, I live there, by the Martian seaside next to Aristotle, yes, exactly that Greek philosopher. I am lavish I suppose, as I am currently lying on my gold throne and petting my Martian potatoes. They make wonderful pets when growing, and brilliant food when cooked in sauce. I have to say; I do feel extremely proud for being an alien and living by the Martian sea and next to a dead historical figure, while you Earthlings are stuck in your houses furiously scribbling on your homework. You see, aliens are unique in ways humans define as ‘crazy’, and I won’t deny so, because aliens are crazy and they have legal certificates to prove it. We are unique and that’s what makes us so fabulous, unlike you boring humans.

评论

  1. *忠帅 2017-04-26
    他们在成长的时候会做很好的宠物,在酱汁里做美味的食物。我不得不说;我做为一个外星人,生活在火星的海洋和一个死去的历史人物感到非常骄傲,而你的地球人都停留在你的房子记在你的家庭作业。你看,外星人是独特的人类定义为“疯狂”,我不会否认,因为外国人疯了,他们有法律证明,以证明它。我们是独一无二的,这就是让我们如此精彩,不像你无聊的人。?
  2. *忠帅 2017-04-26
    这个念头吓坏我了。我甚至不知道我是什么!但作为一个外国人似乎并不外国,其实它适合。我是外星人。听起来不错,滚下来舌头。但我不是一直都是外星人吗?生活在Mars,用果酱吃豆腐,鸡蛋和冰棍。没错,我住在那儿,在亚里士多德旁边的火星海边,没错,就是那个希腊哲学家。我是奢侈的我想,我现在躺在我的黄金宝座,抚摸我的火星土豆。
  3. *忠帅 2017-04-26
    真的吗?你想让我谈谈外星人?地狱不,我给我妈妈的聚光灯。外星人只是无聊的小青菜!为什么我妈妈比外星人好?容易;她在奇怪的怪物的怪人。她喜欢唱歌变形的歌词,或者说,尖叫出来非常关键。这有点令人讨厌的时候,但它通常照亮心情。但除此之外,我的妈妈也很奇怪,也在说一些奇怪的事情,比如在一个正常的对话中弹出一个不相关的词。另外,我妈妈问我的朋友(她从来没有见过,只听说过)是虚构的,即使在间接证据的情况下。当然,我否认了,但当我告诉我的朋友一件事后,他们立即承认,庄严地说,他们是虚构的,他们举行慈善活动与非虚构的存在。但除此之外,我妈妈实际上很有天赋,艺术。事实上,她在艺术这么好,在尾随零数学枚举可能是她无能的原因。尽管这对你来说似乎很奇怪,但我已经很熟悉了,因为我已经在这样的印象下长大了。所以我一直相信我的才华,怪人,疯子的妈妈会永远爱我无法理解,那是,直到上星期五的中午。上星期五,我妈妈出去买东西吃晚饭,我贴着标签,主要是为了新鲜空气。我通常讨厌超市,但apricity简直令人眼花缭乱和不可抗拒。我妈妈奇怪地说:“我们不是去超市,而是去别的地方。”。现在她又唱起了疯狂的歌。“你听到小绿唱/唱小绿的歌”/小绿歌吗?那到底是什么?我的妈妈似乎很激动,当我问起她不安的眉毛的原因时,她把我拉紧,让我等着瞧。我们进入了一个被遗忘的花园在超市的后面,我们看到一个朋克盘,与未来的灯,单调的声音。这是绝对可怕的,但宏伟的身材。这是惊人的,视力。我敬畏地看着。但是我妈妈看起来好像是一个日常的景象,和蹒跚在。她招呼在不明飞行物好像是一辆出租车,就高兴地把里面的激光信标,而让我跟。当我们舒舒服服地坐在飞碟里的时候,妈妈证实了我的怀疑,她确实是来自Mars的外星人!但如果我妈妈是外星人,那我是什么?我必须是一个额外的陆地也是!根据遗传学的逻辑原因。毕竟,现在我已经仔细考虑过了,我似乎也有一些奇怪的特点!我可以让我的眉毛都以一种非常时髦和奇特的方式跳舞.我注意到有好几次,当光线照射到我的脸上时,我的脸会变成金色,我的眼睛会随着我的肤色而千变万化。我妈妈抱着我,他跑到我面前疯狂地吠叫。我愤怒地朝狗狂吠,很长一段时间,我一直在用一种人类不懂的语言吠叫。我从来没有学过西班牙语,但我已经完成了一个朋友的作业,并得到了满分。我从来没有理解为什么我经常回到我的梦中,进入历史场景,遇见伊丽莎白一世和Queen Anne Boleyn,为他们的死亡而哭泣。唉,他们都通过了。

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