Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Wagging the Future
-Jump ahead to Presidential, 2024.
-And the winner will BE…!
-Whoever pays the most hush do-re-me
to loose broads.
-What if a woman runs?
-No reason to change the rule.
-Two women running?
-Why they’ll have each other!
-And what’ll happen to men like us
in this approaching Lesbo Frame?
-Has already happened, Precious.
-Yeah? Well no more you-know-what if you don’t soften much much further!
-No mercy?
-You’re so, like, totally BUTCH!
-Uh huh? Well I step in my Step-Ins every morning same way YOU do!
-Send a herky-jerky via CUNTBOOK!
Labels: butch, feminine, future, lesbian, macho, politics, President, wag
Saturday, December 08, 2018
Three In One
-There is no past. Life is one
protracted moment!
-You mean whether getting
married, taking a shit, or
shaving?
-Exactly! And in the interest
of efficiency, I very often
combine the latter two.
-Genius! Those who wallow
in the past, or wring their
hands and hankies about
a murdering future…?
-Our sworn enemies!
-Can I just laugh?
-What else?
-I could have chosen a
worse mentor.
-Mere existence throws
continuous curveballs.
I teach hitting them!
-How about women?
-They’re by and large
incredible!
-Okay, but how can you
understand them?
-Not presently.
Labels: future, mentor, past, present, women
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Thanksgiving 2026
As a Party we’re
enthusiastic!
The Fairy Gang
as drama-drastic, but
Jews and crowd-
ed Shades
knowing their place.
And the women
only half
blabbing! So?
Some proud day
they’ll make
the last cut.
Labels: Arab, Blacks, browns, ethnic, future, Gays, Republican, women
Wednesday, October 03, 2018
Future Trials
Lucille and Pedro made it stink again.
With their drama!
He felt embarrassed for them, and when
they started dancing, felt they’d anger
the judges enough to ruin his chances also.
He had given his measured
presentation already. A few judges showing appreciation at the sedate
air engendered by his clear charts.
presentation already. A few judges showing appreciation at the sedate
air engendered by his clear charts.
Then, Lucille stumbled into him, and
a difficult time righting herself.
He had risen from his chair in order to
push her gently off, but she had strength
in her fury, managing to drag him to Pedro.
The three of them danced even more madly.
He couldn’t stop, either! A fit!
Strangely, it did him some good with the judges, their instantly nullifying the homeless chip in all three.
They were awarded an apartment!
Went there the next day, had great fun
furnishing it with kitsch abandoned in
many of the other flats.Labels: audition, future, homeless, trial
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Expected
-You’re getting there! Last Stop! You should
sum up.
-Bullshit! I keep doing! Going ON!
-Getting too late.
-Good!
-Best to add it up. No one will bother
doing it when you’re gone!
doing it when you’re gone!
-And they say there’s no good news!
-Is everything nothing then?
-At some point.
Labels: death, future, legacy, memory
Monday, December 18, 2017
The Infernals
I couldn't be exiled
while renouncing, so
bought some time with
Ahb, the local devil.
The examiners asked
pointed questions, but
the old Catholic priest
topped them later.
Did I participate in
a Circle Jerk with Satan
and a party not to be
named?
That got me gleeful, so
I offered to name the
third party, but the judges
wouldn't hear of it!
The Infernals of Oceania
would be next, and none
present knew a thing about
them.
I'd make them up and the
judges would quickly be on it,
and insist my exile papers
be signed and stamped.
So , leaving these silly
asses imminent!
Acutally, Rononsofol more
to my liking.
Even though they're, too, in
a fit of renunciation presently.
But there everybody says
FUCK IT ALL! quite early
and stages orgiastic parties.
The younger people everywhere
in this galaxy scoff at the
various devils, but will find
out something of the kind
is necessary.
Labels: devils, evil, future, renounce, Satan, trial, witness
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Oration
Judith is terrified about speaking
at the funeral. Stage Fright!
Even if it’s hers.
It’s ridiculous that the funeral directors
insist that since Rejuvs had to die in order
to be brought back, therefore...
But, LOBBY-Fever-AMERICA! grips!
Everywhere. Always.
(At any rate, the 80% Absurdity Index holds
steady in most fields.)
Longgggggg-time boyfriend Reck laughs,
“Hey I’m on my fourth life, each one
too fast I grant you, but I’ll bullshit any
group anytime.”
“It’ll kill me!” Judith all but sobs.
“Death figures of speech, and humor
are so Yesterday!”
“Bring it back!”
“Come on now, Honey! I’ll help you rehearse.
Not too egotistical to say nice things about
Judith 1.”
Labels: funeral, future, immortality, rejuvenation, several lives, stage fright
Monday, September 25, 2017
The Man Who Fell Apart
The other partygoers pitched
in and put all his components
in a rolling bin.
Doc and Physiologist Bernie
supervised us.
Hippy was the most diligent,
singing
"There goes my eyeball, right into
my highball," and such nonsense.
Lou was about half artificial to
half human.
“It might have to be Louise if we
don't find...”
“Be worthy of your balls, y’all!”
Hippy again.
Doc laughed as his bloody hands
plucked out what he sought.
Next day, Doc and Bernie gave a talk.
MEASURES FOR HOLDING TOGETHER
The rest of us wanted to avoid Lou’s
embarrassment, of course.
Labels: artificial body parts, body, fall apart, future, future norms, human, human parts
Monday, August 21, 2017
How Terrible They Were
to the man who thought too much.
By Two
They wrote a program to back
him up two notches.
Thus the conclusion he reached
was valid, and not fussy or wrong
or overcooked.
But, when he insisted the extraneous
thoughts be maintained in a
reservoir, for fun they sent in others’
ideas at random.
A real scatterfk!
A few months ago, he accessed
those results.
And has never left.
Labels: fussy thinking, future, overcooking, thinking, thinking too much, thought
Friday, June 23, 2017
Ongoing
The heat has gone
mad of itself,
a rager.
All the ACs explode.
People awake soaked.
Somehow, more aged.
Everything outside and in
stinks.
Sun looks doubled.
Sky, metal rubbed.
No one complains,
too shaken.
A woman dies catch-
ing her breath.
Soon, many do.
Corpses pile up and all
too exhausted to try
doing anything about it.
Roger tells Sissy, “Let’s just
jump on the pile.”
Lovers!
But they expire
trying to climb.
No sky then.
Sun horizon
to horizon.
Labels: future, heat, heat wave, killing heat, lovers, raging sun
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
White Passport.
"I hold the White Passport.
Alien, with a few plug-in
systems.
Your government has issued me
Ohnga, another White Passporter.
She, too, must have sex daily.
Turns into suicidal jelly without.
I merely babble till death!
So, we help each other.
Relationship? Would be nice, but
not a priority.
Now! Equally important...well almost.
Could you double the conversation
quota tomorrow? I learn so much from
your just talking!
My three memory sites are buzzing
warmly at the moment."
Labels: alien, future, relationship, robotics, sex
Saturday, April 01, 2017
The Thinker on a Block of Ice
Roark luckily reached a human.
Robots never assured him.
Even though Mr Chance quoted
the robot, Roark worried less.
“It says don’t fret about a temp
of 136. Start getting concerned
around 150.”
In the meantime he was to seek
every opportunity to cool down.
In the Non-Radiation Zone he had
permission now to enter, courtesy
of Mr Chance, he could sit on a
block of ice.
The gossip there pointed to young
women wearing clothes again.
The doctors saying on All-Media
that it was unhealthy.
“But, aesthetically,” Roark remarked
to a paunchy Lillian on the closest
block, “adding a bit of color?”
She’s firm, though, in calling
them whores.
Labels: fever, future, future medicine, Medicine, mores, nudity, radiation, sex, social norms, standards, war, whore
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
What She Sees
Dolores gone from her bed that morning.
Mac and Carol wondered about calling the police,
but had been instructed in the past to watch Milo's
Exercise City before the 7 AM news.
A banner ran across the bottom as Milo coaxed into
slow-motion stretches.
iwdw-d
in warp don't worry-dolores.
The family proud that she was called from time
to time, though Mac and Carol puzzled as to her
expertise.
"Well it's not sex!" Dolores laughed, "What you two think about!"
What could it be for a seventeen year old?
During another time: “The leader says I see things nobody else can,
but that's only there. Here I'm the average clunk. Boyfriend, stupid
music, florescent hatchet-hair, raggedy-ass clothes!”
Once, at a neighborhood meeting, Dr Abnessry, the School District
Psychologist, had passed around many pictures, one of which
featured Dolores and Rockno, the boyfriend, on his multicolored
scooter. All to convince parents that their children were “normal.”
The atmosphere was jovial and everyone laughed. The theme:
This, too, shall pass.
It does and it doesn’t.
In the meantime, Rockno did worry. Leaving messages on all
the cells.
When he came by, Carol told him she'd be back soon. Mac was
up on a ladder, cleaning the gutters. When Rockno's scooter
squealed away, he slipped a rung, his nose being scored by
another.
Carol sprayed it with saline and dabbed Vaseline on a band-aid.
"You're good to go," she told him.
When Dolores returned, the leaves were back in the gutter and
the scratch had never occurred.
No time had lapsed since she left her bed.
Which she does now in her Shrieking Roar-Boys’ pjs and
Minnie Mouse Slippers. Breakfast.
Rockno had perceived nothing of course.
Labels: boyfriend, Family, future, Teens, time, timewarp, warp
Wednesday, March 01, 2017
Many Awards
Enough was enough!
Mel told his Calendar Robot to
cancel all Tuesday’s appointments
and move them.
Done! With the exception of Tony’s
Italian Market.
There Mel himself had to phone,
repeating last week’s order.
But...didn’t sit right with Tony,
who liked to talk about things,
all things. The order a sidelight.
Certainly not to hear customers
nervously repeating themselves!
Somehow, his personality triggered
Mel’s original robot reinstating all
Tuesday’s appointments.
With the motto:
Days off are the Devil’s Playground
Mel had to confess his failure to
girlfriend Dorothea.
“Well I tried! The Disney One-Day Super Whamzoo will hafta wait.”
“Wait? What slaves best at!”
She overstated, and has been warned.
But she persisted.
LuAnn appointed new girlfriend, coming
with many awards.
Labels: days off, feminism, future, future of work, girlfriend, Slavery, statement and overstatement, women
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Hope I etc when it's my turn
Mr Utshwon just laughed
and they put in his teeth
and adjusted his wheels.
Then off to the CITY OF MERCHANDISE.
He was the only person there in
that super warehouse.
But all the robots knew him,
and joked with him.
His favorite named “Slowwwwww.”
An import from Hungary whose
speed is too erratic and, frequently
erotic, so engineers make slower yet.
They made a strange pair. This stump
with everything screwed in and...
He had inquired about becoming a robot,
but the authorities told him it has
never worked out.
Labels: .rule by robots, City of Merchandise, future, massive store, outnumbered, robot, robotic
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
Preferences
No rules.
Go there and open up!
Then, Starbucks.”
Labels: anarchy, assassination, Death Squad, future, political assassination, revenge society, Starbucks
Friday, August 19, 2016
Dueling Phones, 2066
Merritt Dash-Haas silenced his phone
which was a hot brick in his hand,
and blinking RED DAY!
Third time this month, and now with
pictures of people in earthquake and
wars, trudging to whatever will grind
them up.
“Not Red LETTER Day?” he laughed.
“Well, I’ll handle whatever! Battle-
scarred me!”
But the phone warned he was ill equipped
for such bravery: Blinking 6,7s filled the
screen rapidly.
“I’m at 6s and 7s? No wonder! Life has kicked
the crap outa me this month.
So I’m to do nothing? Take it! Let it blow over.
Emerge so shaken that I...!”
Mercy-Dell Halloran studied him quizzically.
Soon, their phones magnetized and threw back
each violently.
She was on the ground when he got hers away
from her and flung it into Coxey’s Pond.
Followed by his.
“Might kill a few fish but...never an emergency
like this!”
These naive individuals went off with each other.
To God knows what forbidden destination.
Just a perfect capsule detailing the wilfulness
of today’s sexed-up youngsters!
Labels: cellphone, future, individuality, privacy, sex., smartphone, society vs individual, totalitarian, young
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Historical Moment
Hopskip blurted out “Dermotty
Q. Dinslow and Badger!”
The answer to the Championship
Question of The Greatest International
Trivia Contest Ever!
“Entertainer of the Year in the same month
he was convicted of Bestiality with which
animal?”
Ole Hopskip never received his Crown
because The Moral Army broke through
the barricades and slaughtered everyone!
General White merely muttering “Some down,
Lifetime to go!”
Labels: bestiality, future, intolerance, morality, religion, trivia, TV, vengeance
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Machines Handling Rebels
“I rather think I'd like to die!”
He was shushed, with everyone pointing
out the cameras and listening devices.
"You will make your jokes, but, don't
worry, the robots can pick up sarcasm."
"No sarcasm!"
"Even THAT statement is!"
"The rest of you live in misery with lousy
meds treating incurable diseases. All to
prolong, indeed never end, what is laughingly
called Life!"
All the machines screeched into red, spinning-
light mode.
Then the one-hour lecture as to everyone
wanting to move here. Where we had fulfilled
the dream etc.
But he still wouldn't shut up and twin robots
came for him.
Being led away, he cried. "Do your worst!
But, that must be life and not execution.
Therefore do your best!"
One robot said to the other that this rebel had
lost it! The other one said they'll take him to
the island.
Lectures will play in continuous loops.
Ten to twenty simultaneously.
And patriotic songs.
All in the defunct stadium. Enveloped by a huge flag--originally one of a corporation.
Labels: coercion, disease, exile, future, immortality, live forever, loop, propaganda, robots, spy cam
Sunday, July 10, 2016
(f)Slow(x)
People fell very slowly in the new country.
One from a twelve-foot ladder could take a day.
So when Mr Darl fell from the highest knob in High Knob State Park, Max, Laurine and the kids went out to greet him as he passed the North Face Picnic Area.
As others had done before, they brought a backpack full of snacks and juice.
He was the only celebrity they knew.
He begged them to get strong men to catch him
when he hit the bottom of Black Ravine in two months!
This flummoxed the family, since it was a moral cornerstone here never to ask anyone for anything.
But they did persuade the firemen to go in there at the appropriate time.
No problem: they had a drunken picnic and staggered mightily even before catching him in a net.
Mr Darl is always first with a fruit basket on New Christmas!
At family and firemen.
Labels: future, natural laws, rate of descent
