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Apr 2020
BEING LARRY BLACKMON

I was pretending
to be human.

I tried on one face
after another

trying to find the face
that was me.

Finally a face
clicked into place.

"Yessssssssss!"

Not bad for a creature
from outer space.

I checked the dictionary
at the back of "HUMAN

...FOR BEGINNERS."
"Wasssuppp y'all!" I drawled.

How cool can one
alien get...yep...I is de man.

Human....and
loving it!

I had got
the intonation just right.

Oh I could see I would
have to lose a tentacle or two.

And get more with it
busting a move.

Being a mammalian bipedal
life form not as easy as it looks.

"Computer run earth signal
from three light years ago!"

This the only transmission
from the little blue planet.

Cameo's WORD UP
starts to play.

We can determine
that Earth folk wore

black skin and
were very very funky.

Large red codpiece worn
over outer nether garment.

Check.

High top fade
haircut.

Check.

Trademark vocal
"Owww!"

Check.

Oh yeah oh yeah I can be
...Larry Blackmon.

I dare to strut and sing
like a true earthling.

"Word up it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard!"

Blue Planet watch out
here I come.

You ain't seen
nothing yet.

"W-O-R-D UP!
W-O-R-D UP!
W-O-R-D UP!"
When I came to London in '86 the man famous for having an infamous red cod piece was all the rage. There was no one quite like Larry Blackmon. He was some dude and Word Up was on all our lips. Cameo as it happened was the only transmission that made it to the other side of the universe so....

Lucky it wasn't SHAKE YER PANTS!
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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