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“To build paradise, become it. To become it, seek and submit. Submit and adhere to the irrevocable image.” — Anna May Sharpton, 1972

A vision of paradise given to her in a dream at birth, Anna May Sharpton imported lotus flowers from China by the millions. She invited all her beautiful friends to join her–only the beautiful, those with high cheek bones, almond-shaped eyes, blonde hair, sultry voices. It was only women at first, women and lotuses. The women would wear flowing dresses and sit by the lotuses smelling them, remarking on their subtle beauty, combing their hair, painting their nails pale pink, humming little tunes and feeling the island shift ever so gently below them. The climate was mild so they slept on the beach where at night sand crabs climbed out of the pale sand to explore the women’s bodies. It was as though the moonlight turned into white sand crabs when it touched their smooth skin, and the silvery light actualized as sand crabs filled with anxiety at experiencing such smoothness. The crabs searched the smooth skin tirelessly for craters, for signs of extinguished water channels, scars, some marks of real life.

Soil on the Blue Collar Planet came laced with a naturally derived antiseptic/anti-parasitical which the blue collar natives were unaffected by, but which, over time, in small increasing increments, had interesting effects on earthlings. The women noticed, overtime, their hair darkening, their breasts became engorged with milk, their sexual desires became ravenous, and they had no ability to meter their intake of anything, of one another’s company, or of things they thought to buy to adorn themselves with, and to adorn their lives.