Feed: Part 1

I tried to concentrate on all the stimulus, and the fun, all of it.

We ordered some fancy nutrient IVs from room service but they gave us all headaches, and we went out to this place that Marty said served the best electrolyte chunkies but it had closed a year before.

Link had a lesion on his jaw, and I had lesions on my arm and on my side. Quendy had a lesion on her forehead. In the lights of the hallway you could see them real good. There are different kinds of lesions, I mean, there are lesions and lesions, but somehow our lesions, in this case, seemed like kid stuff.

...if you like comfort, quality, and class, the supple upholstery and ergonomically designed dash will leave you something like hysterical.

The guy was still yelling at the others over by the valve. He was all, da da da be removed from the premises, da da da, express instructions, da da.

Her tongue was close behind it, perched in the air like a pink slug gargoyle.

She said, “I want mine to go all the way around. I want it to be like a necklace, but right now, it’s just a torque.”

“You put the ‘supper’ back in ‘suppuration.’”

...based on the true story of a clone fighting to save her own liver from the cruel and ruthless original who’s farming her for organs.

The Rumble Spot: an ocean of chaos in the Sea of Tranquillity.

Images of Coke falling in rivulets down chiseled mountainsides; children being held toward the sun; blades slicing grass; a hand, a hand extended toward the lemonade like God’s at Creation...

...a choir of Jamaican girls dressed in pinafores and strap-on solar cells; dry cleaners ironing the cheek prostheses of the rich; friends clutching at birds made of alloys; law partners jumping fences; snow; altitude; tears; hugs; night.

Marty was like, “We could malfunction.”

As we were driving through the tube streets, there was all of this commotion because of the protests about the moon.

While we said, again and again, “We enter a time of calamity. We enter a time of calamity,” and others in the room said it, too, and Violet looked as scared as me, and I tried to take her hand, and she tried to take mine, and the police were by our side, hitting the man over the head again and again with stunners and sticks, and he fell on one knee...