This blue hand you gave me is a blessing and a curse.
When I pet a cat with it, the poor creature falls in love with me.
When I write with it, I get in touch with aliens.
When I touch a woman with it, she goes crazy.
When I touch a man with it, he likes it or he hates it.
When I touch myself with it… it’s none of your business.
There is power within it, but I don’t know what it is.
Who gave it to me? Who created the blue hand? How does it work?
Maybe it heals, or it stirs something in the other.
It corrupted my wife.
It ruined my life.
I can’t get rid of it. I can’t shake it off. The blue stuff is stuck inside of me. It’s part of me. The darker ones even tried to steal it from me. I would have given it to them already. If I had known that this is what they were after.
I don’t know…
Airk said it was a symbol of the connection I have with him. But it’s more than that. This blue hand creates waves. It plays the piano. It moves with a higher flow. The ebb and flow of the cosmic ocean. This hand transports me. It affects all of my relationships. It takes part in everything I do, everything I touch and everyone I meet.
The blue hand is a portal.
The blue hand is magic.
The blue hand is abnormal.
It does not belong here. It comes from elsewhere. It fell from the sky. It’s the hand of a god. It’s like a lightning rod.
The blue H.A.N.D. is a Highly Advanced Nasty Device.
You want to shake my hand?
I warn you…
It will shake you!