“Go away!” he shouted at the bodies. “Go away!” he screamed at the ship. He examined his trembling hands. “Contaminated,” he whispered wildly. “Carried over into me. Telepathy. Hypnosis. Now I’m insane. Now I’m contaminated. Hallucinations in all their sensual forms.” He stopped and searched around with his numb hands for the gun. “Only one cure. Only one way to make them go away, vanish.”
A shot rang out. Mr. Xxx fell.
The four bodies lay in the sun. Mr. Xxx lay where he fell. The rocket reclined on the little sunny hill and didn’t vanish. When the town people found the rocket at sunset they wondered what it was. Nobody knew, so it was sold to a junkman and hauled off to be broken up for scrap metal.
That night it rained all night. The next day was fair and warm.
--AUGUST 1999: THE EARTH MEN, Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles
Audio sample: Dr. Dre ft. Hittman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Six-Two, “Xxplosive”
Written by: Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Kurupt
Produced by: Dr. Dre & Mel-Man
From: Dr. Dre, 2001, Aftermath Entertainment/Interscope Records, 1999
Written by: Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Kurupt
Produced by: Dr. Dre & Mel-Man
From: Dr. Dre, 2001, Aftermath Entertainment/Interscope Records, 1999
Mr. Xxx
