Outerspace, Innerspace

An Unprecedented Peek into the Alien Life Form's Unmatched Power and Superiority of Intellect and the (lack of) Strength of the Human Mind

I have recently happened upon a real, completely unexaggerated account of one boy's experience being abducted by aliens. It is a fascinating, informative, in depth look at what happens inside the spaceship, and I would welcome your interpretations, as I have many, but none can truly be verified (the boy is currently in an unpenetrable state of denial, shock, guilt and abnormal pleasure, which has manifested itself in the forms of self-isolation, uncontrolled diarrhea, unabashed humping of those around him [an action which current scientist have termed "dry-raping"], and frequent fluctuations between crying spells and toddler-grade tantrums).

Please do not be alarmed by what follows; the unadulterated account of an out of this world experience:

i had to get naked
well i had to wear a gown
well i should start from the beginning
i had to fast two hours before this test
so i set my alarm for 7 AM and got in shots before i had to fast**
so i'm feeling pretty nuts already then i get there,
i'm naked, and i'm standing against this board
and i get a shot class of these little crystals, and one of water
and they say put the crystals in your throat, then drink the water,
but you can't throw up or burp (even though these things MAKE you have to)
then the board leans you back and
there is a cup of barium (very thick radioactive metal in liquid form)
that you have to finish in ten seconds while the pictures are being taken
then the table rotates and there is another cup there

then they tell you are fine and that you're a nut job

**editor's note: Apparently the boy was provided with his own bedroom on the spaceship. It was furnished with a bunk bed, an ikea dresser, a small inflatable chair (with matching ottoman), and an alarm clock with nature, ocean and wind-through-the-leaves-and-grass sound settings.

As part of his treatment in the intense therapy program the boy is, as ordered by the court, matriculated into; the boy's therapist has recommended that he find a creative outlet to better cope with and understand "the event" as they have taken to calling it. Thus, the boy has created this website, the research and writing of which has slowly become the only second activity to provide any comfor to the boy since the event-- the first being time spent stroking a worn and unpleasantly sticky groundhog stuffed animal.

please support this poor child's pathetic, sad, miserable undertakings; it is all that is left of his shattered, grossly distorted world and indelibly perverted "life".