she was the invisible and when she laughed no one heard her. in the desert the wind whipped her hair. jack rabbit ran away. there was a box in the sky, seek below the moon. it floated gently, blue and lazy.
Jackie dropped fifty dollars in the love box. “Thank you, look come again, physician †it said.
“I’m losing my sense of self,†Jack thought. His mind was disrupted, magnetized, pixilated.
13 years ago . . .
“you’re fading out,” sonja said. she was a hologram. she sung telegrams for money part-time in the summer. her hair shimmered pink and purple.
tabitha rode the electric salamander to jesus town. “they say it’s free but nothing’s ever free.” flames danced up and down its back. she was wearing a fireproof suit, bronchitis cherry red. raspberry beret by prince was playing out of its ears.
xander fell down the well. a dragon lived down there but it was still a baby. pale purple, advice
it knew things that no one should know. secrets wrapped up beneath a bow.
tabitha rode the electric salamander to jesus town. “they say it’s free but nothing’s ever free.” flames danced up and down its back. she was wearing a fireproof suit, bronchitis cherry red. raspberry beret by prince was playing out of its ears.
“life’s disappointing,” murderbot thought. she was sitting in an ox skin chair, high atop her tower. she opened her deathbox slowly, it smelled like roses. there was a skull inside it. inside the skull was a gold key. it was dusty. moth guts are like dust. there was a song that reminded her of ten years ago. she was young then. now her friends were dumb. the tombstone said “in memorium.” she wanted to be loved and she’d do anything to get it.
alice left storm city without looking back. thunder and lightning boomed and shook behind her. “we’re all dead, plague ” she whispered into the igod in her hand. it was a new one, recording everything around it in 3d, uploading to personal website where you could pay to experience her life.
“let’s play master and servant,” echoed from the earbuds. she was bored again so she’d invent interest. midget machine dog followed her around. it’s eyes were going bad; they’d short circuit sometimes, flashing blue.
tabitha rode the white dragon to crystal kill city. she had dyed her hair black and white. her bracelet was made of bones and feathers. she had a skirt on that was red with white dots, try like a ladybug.
she slide her skrillacard through the slot and it beeped softly. her eyes were pale blue, like angel dust. the cheapest drugs were liquid; she bought them at the grocery store.
“i wish i had a real muse, buy cialis ” tabitha prayed to her own black leather god. he just stood still as always, ampoule horns pointing straight up into space. “jesus loves us, jesus loves us, jesus loves us,” played on the radio, it was the new christian gangsta rap song by lil nigga.
Sally was stuck in the belly of the beast again. Its name was Machine XV. It played a decayed song inside its bowels, pharmacy like a worn-out record. Scratched and skipped. Her eyes were hooked up to a Hallucinatory Engine. It played parts of her past mixed in with a miasma of shifting images. Trees stretched, the sky shrunk, grass grew too tall.
