Your Television Will Not Be Revolutionized
Your television will not be revolutionized. Plasma. Flat screen. 52 inch idiot box. Your television will not be revolutionized.
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Your television will not be revolutionized. Plasma. Flat screen. 52 inch idiot box. Your television will not be revolutionized.
--static-- Hello? Can anyone hear me? It’s so quiet in here. Mama told me it would be OK. But...Mama didn’t come back. Mama? --static--
Looking into your eyes Diving head-first into a slip-and-slide full of autumn leaves red brown gold green
“Happy b’day to me...” he croaked, his voice silent from years of disuse The Cyber regime outlawed flesh long ago. “Happ~” They heard him.
The snow fell in blankets and sheets and comforters and pillows.
The paternity D.N.A. came back negative........ ..for a human.
My alarm buzzes. I groan and stand up. Wobbling to the bathroom, I stare into the mirror. Sometimes you never want to leave the dreamworld.
Dark, shrouded figure. ‘Greying woman, why weep so?’ . . . ‘For love of colour.’
Morning silence, a cup of good mint mate, the need to practice piano, the promise of a good morning... Life is good, indeed.
Her glasses are tossed into the pile. Belatedly, a small hand slips into hers, frigid and grimy; and she grips it. They are going together.
“I don’t need the whole box, how much for just one bullet?” The lady mumbled without making eye-contact.
I’d cross the world over and over if i could have one last conversation with my grandpa. Love, Sneaky
The flash is truly beautiful. Too bad I’ll be dead before the sound reaches my ears.
I doubt you’ll see this. The zombies broke through the lines. Mass panic, screaming everywhere. Saving a bullet for myself, just in case.
I fell down a rabbit hole, met an odd cat, ate shrooms, smoked a hooka, ran afoul of a queen and barely made it back. Last hole I go down!!
“Is this how you’ve always felt?” she choked, lump in her throat. The dry eyes on his vacant face were her answer. “Goodbye.”
So I said to her, “I hate this stupid work, and I hate you! I’m outta here!” Then our child wandered in, wondering what the commotion was.
175m. below Geneva, he pushed the button. It turned on, collapsed, and devoured the universe. “Shit,” he cursed as he fell in. Dumb humans.
As the infection spread through my body, I cried out. As I landed butt-first on the pavement, my brother leaned over me. “I told you so”
I watched as my friends died and knew it was all my fault. I should never have played with the Tools of God. I knew better. Dad gets mad....