Fast food. Stripped down to the raw constituent of existence, a colour, a sound, a cartoon character, a pocket of air encased by meat. Severed fish gills, pork chops shaking, cutlass palpating and shrieking like a pair of collapsed lungs. My teeth are bruxing to the infectious advertisement, a clear ersatz prism of conditioning, a Lego world of ( Read more... )

Awash with torrents of calm, recalling the dreamy cadence of a long, silent journey across the beach. Gazing across the mirrored sheen of waves, the muted hiss as banks of liquid slide like silk over sand. Upwards to the white stratum of cloud, a faint scream of gulls in the distance and behind me, fresh footsteps impressed into the damp, rust- ( Read more... )

Sometimes I cry but the Laughter Corporation knows I'm sad and they fix it for me, the same guys who fixed my Wife when her alternator went dry. I pay them thirty O's and they sort everything out for me. The mind mappers and memory scrapers teasing out the disappointments and hurts and they make it all clean and better again from their subsurface ( Read more... )

A ruthless pretense of kindness tricks me into believing ( Read more... )

Cipher's blinkered distress call ( Read more... )

Everything becomes clearer when you bend before the blood and wafer of tomorrow's rocket fuel. And unless a bright strychnine thrill can give her the stars and the stains on the mattress, she will say she finds men and women equally repulsive ( Read more... )

Frozen chaos ( Read more... )

Bipolar suns. Imagine the sway of electricity. The icy pull, the harmony, the soft mist out there. Under long white trees and twin moons, foggy falls of laughter. Sine waves pulse and rise. At night the tundra feeds upon vibrations, sucking up everything like a sponge. All that is visible, all that is audible, until everything is consumed by the ( Read more... )

They sliced up the road like tortilla scraps ( Read more... )

The latest technology: a credit card that reads the user's DNA. To combat terrorism and identity theft. Anyone can claim my identity, I'll be glad to get shut of it. I'm into negative equity and overdraft kicks. Economic dark-matter. I'm defined by my absence instead of my presence. All apologies to the creditors of my estate. Just waiting for the ( Read more... )