She knocks on the door…

He thinks about how he likes cartoons that come on late at night. They are only fifteen minutes long and perfect for his attention span. They run in infinite loops so he has time to remember them all. They have DVDs he can download and watch again and again. He likes repetition. It comforts him. He tells his dead grandmother the same jokes again and again he knows it comforts her. He doesn’t go out and rarely looks out the window. His neighborhood is filthy he thinks. Nothing out there but vampires he says. Then he looks down at his food its cold now and cold noodles suck. Continue reading She knocks on the door…

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Teenage Whore

I do not remember anything before 2145…M.O.M.M.A. said, I showed up at the door barefoot and covered in dirt and blood. She saved my dress from that day, a yellow and green, flower print number covered in dust and blood. M.O.M.M.A.’s shining chrome face was not however the first to greet me. I arrived at “The Last Motel on Earth”, a rundown two-story house eighty miles past the corrupt corporate waste land of Sony-Vegas. The last outpost of sin in a world gone to hell, filled with cyber sluts, and robo-whores, catering to the lowest hackers, and cyber punks, this side of Corporate-America. I still do not know how I made it to that Hellhole, my small feet bleeding from the blistered road. The first face I saw was the cold titanium reptile I would come to know as “The L” Continue reading Teenage Whore

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Raw

It’s funny, no matter how many times I have done this; my first instincts are always the same. Clothes, food, shelter, I suppose it’s only natural-survival. All creatures have survival instincts to some extent that is why I do this. Continue reading Raw

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