METAMORPHOSTYZ
J was awake. He was also flat on his back. J was awake, flat on his back, and confused. He never knew he had a back before; as a matter of fact, he never knew he was a he before. He began to get uncomfortable. This WAS confusing. Frustrated, J slapped his hand to his forehead, whispered, “Oh, my go—” and then froze.
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METAMORPHOSTYX
STYX Paradise Theater (A&M)
by Joe (Exterminator) Fernbacher
J was awake. He was also flat on his back. J was awake, flat on his back, and confused. He never knew he had a back before; as a matter of fact, he never knew he was a he before. He began to get uncomfortable. This WAS confusing. Frustrated, J slapped his hand to his forehead, whispered, “Oh, my go—” and then froze. Confusion and terror shook hands and had a drink. J had never had a hand before, nor a forehead. (WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? INSANE!) His mind reeled. (His MIND?) J stiffened as a little junta of fear rolled through his veins. (VEINS? THIS IS MADNESS!)
J finally settled down. His breathing came soft and slow. Slowly, as if rising from a deep trance, J let his eyes search the room. (ROOM?) He was beginning to understand... Somehow, he’d been transformed, mutated, altered, changed into a... a...(What’s the word?)...a MAN!!