I’m walking. It’s what I’m propelled to do under such circumstances. Behind me, an old man trips…and falls…and dies. I don’t turn to look, but keep on walking. There is no need to see with my eyes. My very being knows it to be true, even if it hasn’t actually occurred. I am even quite […]

The record pauses and skips and emits a note it was never meant to play, forcing us into that fleeting groove, closed over, a neutered consciousness waiting for another odd, crackled gasp that may never come.

I met a man from the future once. He seemed to think that he was better than me because I am from this primitive culture. I asked him, “What’s so great about your culture?” He said, “Our technological advances would blow your tiny mind. We can transfer our consciousness from vessel to vessel. This isn’t […]

Stunt Cock n: a waxen inorganic copy of your body into which your consciousness may be placed in order to more recklessly experience the violence of life without fear of breaking the good china. “Like a penis on the wart of life, I employed my self within a stunt cock to fearlessly order delivery.”