In the end, it doesn’t matter a damn bit. We thought we were special, opening our perceptions, honing our empathy, spilling that cauldron of shared pain onto the dance floor of language and then tryin...
In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes. Francis
In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was programmed in classic binary. And the Word said, Let there be life! And so, somewhere in the TechnoCore vaults of my mother’s estate, frozen sperm from...
I was always waiting for you, she sent.
I teach him how to pair such technique with masculine or feminine caesura, or the joys of alternating iambic foot with unstressed pyrrhic, or the self-indulgence of the frequent spondee. I
I realized at that instant just how surely the affirmation of demons or the summoning of Satan somehow can affirm the reality of their mystic antithesis—the God of Abraham.
I explored religions and serious drinking, finding more hope of lasting solace in the latter.
Hunt shook his head and quit writing. I don’t understand. You can become this … messiah … by leaving your deathbed? The pale oval of Keats’s face moved back and forth on the pillow in a motion which m...
Hoyt’s view of hell is tactile; it is the pain which moves in him like jagged wires pulled through his veins and guts.
Holmes smiled tightly. I discovered, Mr. James, he said as he leaned closer, that I was not a real person. I am…how would a literary person such as yourself put it? I am, the evidence has proven to me...
For a person born and raised into a world where information was always at hand, communication with anyone anywhere a given, and no distance more than a farcaster step away, this sudden regression to l...
Choose again.
At that point Lord Agamemnon, Atreus’ son, began shitting whole goats, laughs Orus, speaking loudly enough that several captains turn to frown at us.
Asshole cunt peepee fuck. Ah, grinned Old Sludge, showing his one tooth, going to the company store to get some algae chewies, huh? Goddamn poopoo, I would grin back at him.
As your priest, says de Soya, I will warn you again about the use of profanity. As your commanding officer, I order you to come up with as many surprises as you can to kill that spiked son of a bitch....
Anticlimax is, of course, the warp and way of things. Real life seldom structures a decent denouement.
Ah, grinned Old Sludge, showing his one tooth, going to the company store to get some algae chewies, huh? Goddamn poopoo, I would grin back at him.
Achilles pauses, looks over his shoulder at the masses of men behind him, turns back, looks past Zeus toward Olympos and the masses of gods in front of him, and then crooks his neck to look up again a...
AIDS II was a human plague disease back long before the Hegira, said Johnny. It disabled the immune system. This … virus … works the same with an AI.
It's odd how violence and humor so often go together, isn't it?