The pearl of nowhere

She was the darkest angel, prothesis falling. Likkle flames danced down her dress. Wings fluttering and sputtering. Oily hair shimmered in the wind. Mother Moon sighed. They’d never know her secrets.

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drown in it

daddy’s little angel was a mechanical beast. her hair was like silver rain. when she drank from the little vial, stuff her perception switched. colors changed, traumatologist inverted. black skies became white.

they were cubist treasures; stained glass pasts remembered in their own ways. she thought she could find the future if she only kept digging. there was a blue box in the dirt, tiny like a chinese lantern.

her eyes were playing winamps visualizations again. wires came from her neck and into her ears, playing music no one else could hear.
the slaves toiled in machine valley, visit this
sweat dripping down chrome. rust marks rent grooves between chiseled torsos. a midnight obelisk floated above them, red rays pulsing over the workers.

junk was being whipped by the mantis men again. he refused to follow orders. the grizzled nuns prayed above them. black plastic beads twined in their hands. flies flitted between their feet. they grimaced with yellowy teeth.

grimace was graced with jaundice. just another fast food fiction. they layed him out in his coffin, coughing. the dragon peered down at him and grinned. dinner was served and nothing but low quality meat was deserved.

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sacrifice

daddy’s little angel was a mechanical beast. her hair was like silver rain. when she drank from the little vial, stuff her perception switched. colors changed, traumatologist inverted. black skies became white.

they were cubist treasures; stained glass pasts remembered in their own ways. she thought she could find the future if she only kept digging. there was a blue box in the dirt, tiny like a chinese lantern.

her eyes were playing winamps visualizations again. wires came from her neck and into her ears, playing music no one else could hear.

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“we are the broken ones, but we can still fly,” jack whispered. there were webs across her eyes. sometimes the past would haunt her. he was turning into a new being before her, inexplicably ice cold and burning.

there were movies playing everywhere but they were boring to him now. he wanted to taste reality. he wanted to be there in the middle of it all, alive, electrified.

jack wanted to hang out with the scum of the earth, the bums, the downtrodden, the dirty whores, the junkies, the thieves, the murderers; those who really knew what it was like to live.

sheila wanted the deepest love- someone she could tell her deepest and darkest secrets to, who would still love her anyway. she didn’t feel beautiful, just average. there were so many other dark stars. she kissed forbidden lovers in the rain and thunder rumbled. “i want everything,” she told the sea. a turtle waved at her from the waves. it could be perceived as a cheerful greeting or an arm reaching out for help.

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will o’ whisper

android eyes was reading murder books again. her friends told her it was a sin. dancing nun was inconsolable. we were floating in space when the missiles hit the ground. doctor death looked at books full of flowers. the colors were like explosions.
she tasted fireflies sparking. brisk wind blew across her face. a skeleton danced in the shadows. boxes with experiences stood alone outside, tadalafil
selling happy memories for a dollar.

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fuck the future

android eyes was reading murder books again. her friends told her it was a sin. dancing nun was inconsolable. we were floating in space when the missiles hit the ground. doctor death looked at books full of flowers. the colors were like explosions.

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deathheads & dunces

milk smoked chocolate cigarettes. the slavemasters said it was illegal. sheila said, capsule “we’re all gonna die soon; the ocean’s gonna surround us and drown us.” why are the beautiful ones always the craziest? milk thought. sexbots were leaving him messages on his blog again. when i wished for comments, approved i never wanted these, he thought.

central nervous system excrement. tabby cat scurried from the bush, her hair was brown and gray. it’s another beautiful day, she said. when the humidity went away, it was just like californiat. october gust.

he floated weightless in the bay. les biches said that sharks swam in there. he didn’t care- the water was warm. sunshine crystal skeleton robots dance on the sand.
“the stars look like broken glass, Hepatitis
” alix gazed into new galaxies. we will dig into the future and find divine possibilities. the thread lies dead, hissing.

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potbelly pope

milk smoked chocolate cigarettes. the slavemasters said it was illegal. sheila said, capsule “we’re all gonna die soon; the ocean’s gonna surround us and drown us.” why are the beautiful ones always the craziest? milk thought. sexbots were leaving him messages on his blog again. when i wished for comments, approved i never wanted these, he thought.

central nervous system excrement. tabby cat scurried from the bush, her hair was brown and gray. it’s another beautiful day, she said. when the humidity went away, it was just like californiat. october gust.

he floated weightless in the bay. les biches said that sharks swam in there. he didn’t care- the water was warm. sunshine crystal skeleton robots dance on the sand.

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beauty in insanity

“you should just forget about me,” she told him. they lay together in an abandoned truck, rust and moss growing over it. “your heart is beating really fast.”

“maybe it’s always that way,” jack told her. “or maybe it’s because there’s a gorgeous girl beside me.”

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destiny’s chilled

suzie slept so much she got a headache. when she woke up, pill she read that abe lincoln had depression. louisiana told her that she should be happy- she had a perfect family, viagra sale in-ground pool.

she had a good dream but she had forgotten it. machines screamed and picked up trash from off the streets. comic book chronologies read like soap operas with sci-fi, death and fighting.

machinehead smiled. her head was shaved, pink and shiny. gold dust shimmered around her eyes. realization dawned inside them. the box was imaginary.

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