Richard Barone - Cool Blue Halo (1987)
Aspiring: Pensive after his salty breakfast, the monkey sat in a field of yellow flowers the size of rhinos, whose golden saffron heads nodded in the gentle breeze thirty or forty feet above his still-dented head. He scratched at the hollow in his cranium where the dreamweapon had hit and entered. It felt soft and he began to prod harder and harder, using both calloused hands. Sweat beaded on his hairy brow, his lips gnurled back from his yellow teeth, his huge nostrils flared cavernous! What an itch!!!
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