Giant plastic bags. Bubbles. Cocoons. Tiny little cells raging. I'm not human at all - I have no heart. Cause to be humane is to have a heart. Is to care about others. And about emotions, too. Empathy: you either have it or you don't. I don't. And 'emotions', what are those? You only care … Continue reading Giant Plastic Bags
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Late Night Drive
Did you get me the good ones? He asked. Puh! Of course I did. Who did he take me for? I know a good condom when I see one. It was 3 AM in the morning and I just got back from one hell of a drive. I couldn’t see where I was driving … Continue reading Late Night Drive
The Storm in Your Thoughts
The world. Sometimes you wish you could just fly away. Floating against the tide. But of course, there’s always that one person you’ll have to take with. That floating ghost in the floating house that is … your brain. "I am the storm, and I am the wonder, and the flashlights, nightmares, sudden explosions." Or … Continue reading The Storm in Your Thoughts
Quarantaine Dreamachine
So you've got the robotic rhythm and them alien signs, and, of course, a girl. This one's wearing a glass helmet and a black cloak. The image of her chair hitting the ground makes for perfect photography. But first: Let the robot speak, that alien television-looking thingy in front of her. They caught her, tied … Continue reading Quarantaine Dreamachine
The Critical Goose 