Thursday, March 15, 2007

KLORN VS. S.W. IN 19995!!!

 "If it isn't the creator of the Double-X.5 Lamborg-ini Ray..." It was Snapple Wigwam, the hottest zero-g prick-tease this side of Chilimac Gamma.

 "Need something glakked, Snapple?" I said. She leaned in, pressing her mini-knee into my laser-bone. The thought of her feathered muff--rumored to be the most similar to the feathering worn by young human women during the original 1980s--made my teeth itch.

 "Skeletonskeletonskeletonskeletonskeletonskeleton," said Snapple. "Lancelot Link already gave me rabies." She secreted a green drip of honey dew nectar from the mini-knee. She was already glakking.

 I'd heard that President Link created a smokable form of rabies popular among Pluto 3's gigolos. I had no idea it made its way to Star Sector Zagnutt's cyber ho-bags. I'm betting the vigilante police don't know either. Or they're hooked themselves.

 I reached for my portable Double-X.5 Lamborg-ini Ray and fired off a quick blast at Snapple. It ricocheted off her cup of DR.PEPPER14.7.5 and hit my bionode.

 "I...I thought...condensation was made..illegal...three...light years...ago..." I managed to sputter.

 "It was," Snapple rasped back. "I mean, IS."

Thursday, March 08, 2007

TITA, COLORADO

Our food bag went
missing last night.

"I'm hungry,"
I said.

Maggie turned, took
my arm with her right
hand,

squeezed my bicep;

"Sit down."
She pushed me
to the earth.

"Eat this."
Maggie paused
as she heard music
leave the woods.

"Hey."
She called to me.
"Eat this."

Maggie stepped behind
me and I turned.
An axe and
my mouth.

My lips split right
down
the middle

I coughed once,
lungs filled with bad
smoke

and I lay
on the earth and
fill up.