pinball lizard

Looking around one day. Damn. I’m in a pinball machine. How’d I get here? This is more fucked up than that Tron situation. Whoa, what’s–BANG!–whap, clang, ding, bouncing off this, rebounding from that, down into sleep. Up again the next day, propelled into the pinball machine. The question is, can you escape from the pinball machine? Got to grow legs and hands first. Then hold on–jump up–and break the glass.