Played Your Eyes 3: Headshot

He wasn’t a spokesperson, he was a tactician – he was somewhat good with words so they hoped that he would be able to convey what it was that ARMY stood for and what this last action they had carried out meant for them and the rest of the country. The government was in disarray [...]

Played Your Eyes 2: Tracking Shot

‘So, Banks, do you wake up every morning looking like you tried to fuck a porcupine?’
‘Did I invite you in? I seriously doubt it – I gave up on poisonous cunts the day I dropped out of my mother and she walked away from me.’
‘You know you have an appointment today, yes? With the head [...]

forge netting 2: compounding an error

When he reached home he programmed the nanites with the information about how far back the unpleasant experience in the restaurant had been in his day and then he injected them. He momentarily wondered whether or not it was the wisest thing to be doing – erasing a memory of an event which suggested that [...]

Played Your Eyes 1: Establishing Shot

Rumours were that Banks had been out with a bad case of Plagiawrist for two months. He’d won the award for warzone reporting in a sinkhole estate in Essex but had felt burned out thereafter and had resorted to taking Remix – a neural net hack drug that allowed you to speed-edit someone else’s work [...]

Tales Of The Knotlands: Bow Loin – 1. Channel Watching

Stood looking out over the Channel, that thin ribbon of water separating France from England – Angleterre; the Angled Tear; the Spirit Of Angle Hand sat next to him. Robespierre’s thoughts were guillotine edited; a swiftness cutting through the pretence he had been wont to display in the past. Wanker they called him – and [...]

Tales Of The Knotlands: Decanted Berry Tales – 1.Ushering In A Pilgrim Age

‘Pissheads are fiction factories, as are drug-users; we’ve been setting the seeds and then harvesting them later when they ripen.’
‘These motherfuckers that you call Pilgrims?’
‘Yes, they sometimes take a while for the calling to reach them, but the keywords are out travelling the land in many forms.’
‘What do you mean, Harview, the memes? The urban [...]

Tales Of The Knotlands: Ah, Freak, Ah – 1. The Green Man

No one remembered what had burned this place so badly, but they did know who was reponsible for the healing of small parts of the country. His green skin marked him out less than his tribal scarrings did – some revivalist branch of one of the Masai tribes, so he believed. It was hard to [...]

Tales Of The Knotlands: A Merry Curr – 1. Liberty

How long had he lived inside the hollowed out form of this ancient thing? He wasn’t sure it really meant anything to him or anyone anymore – they had stopped calling it the Statue and referred to it as the Shrine and he had become some kind of priest by default. It was true that [...]

skarred

he was made of scar tissue – the editing cuts that are made to get to the final story. he  never sat comfortably – always moving about like he had a bug loose under his skin, and in essence he did. the impulse that drove him was the one that made poems condense on the [...]

you art hear

thoughtspores grow – maturation accelerated by the ingress of a wordy careless man, who comes with wholly disdain for the infected. he speaks his mutterspell in the ubersprecht of the viral detach and watches as his audience deteriorates markedly.
pandora complexes flit through the meat translators scattering neural peptide chains of panic, seeding cancer dreams of [...]