Posted on April 21, 2008 by insomnihack
Shot through the head he trembled like a spastic limb, cut loose from the control of his master, another corpse that finally realised it was dead. The personality shifted into the maggot in his eyeball and left him like it were leaving an apple. Exodus meant finding some other corpse to occupy — never exactly [...]
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Posted on April 19, 2008 by insomnihack
His poet’s tongue flicked at her nipple playfully and she moaned. She was not the most attractive woman who had been at the bar but according to his Geiger counter she was the least irradiated. He wanted to fuck someone where it wasn’t the equivalent of sticking your cock in a reactor and asking the [...]
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Posted on April 16, 2008 by insomnihack
It looked like a puncture wound but from what he wouldn’t say. She stuck her pinkie finger inside it and said, is this from a tooth? He smiled, twirling his finger until one of her curls was wrapped tightly around it, and he yanked. She screamed and reflexively lashed out; slapping him in such a [...]
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Posted on April 16, 2008 by insomnihack
The dreams clattered through several heads, the drunken figure of the sandman stood at the top of the stairs watching the idea hit every step, cutting into the meat of a path. It rested at the bottom and glinted like the unfolded truth of a straight razor.
Tara woke one day into permanent unconsciousness — transfigured [...]
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Posted on April 16, 2008 by insomnihack
random patterns
are for gods and slatterns
the dance of atoms
is a repeating fractal
and none has cracked all
the codes tumbling slowly
through orbits about our heads
those superstrings are strange threads
stitched into tapestries that tatter
when we try to reconcile energy and matter
that teleological argument attracts
but every theory eventually cracks
as the flaw becomes apparent in the testing
trying to identify the [...]
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Posted on April 15, 2008 by insomnihack
Some purple push — he forced the bruised notion on her and nailed it in place with two words — tacit denial. What pray tell did that mean? She could taste the luncheon meat on his breath, sense the data clogging his back teeth. She winked her eye three times and the proboscis she’d had [...]
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Posted on April 6, 2008 by insomnihack
They pulled away the carapace to look at the mechanisms behind. He winced slightly, the bio-dampener’s over-sensitivity being part of the problem. They called these guys who could fix the old tech clockmakers and they were in high demand — how many borgs were there that were in a state of decay because there were [...]
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Posted on April 3, 2008 by insomnihack
Wiry and wired: that is how most people will remember him. Cigarette screwed into his mouth like a thin dirty bulb and lit up. Half-choked chuckles and a spit of some matter that no one wanted to investigate. Where had he slept last night? Had he slept? His life was threaded through weed smoke and [...]
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Posted on April 2, 2008 by insomnihack
Slow fray of nerves — he stands at the edge of the crowd, his fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms. He doesn’t bleed: it is as if he is dead. What has he been doing these past few weeks since he got his p45? people watching — watching happiness walk by; watching choice [...]
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Posted on April 1, 2008 by insomnihack
Change comes like the heat seep of bath water through the skin to bone marrow — that languorous adjustment to temperature where the weight of your body seems sloughed off in the thought of floating. Anchored with a big toe in the tap, the bath salts altering the density of the fluid beneath you — [...]
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