Showing posts with label sci fi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sci fi. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
News Article Explaining Economics In A Very Logical And Articulate Manner
Astronauts have illegally obtained classified footage that they put on youtube for all to see from a camera that is a fake eye. The eye was kind of hazel but also cracked. Suspicions were raised about the space pirate wearing the eye patch to cover the fact that he is not blinking. He did not cover the fact that he was a spy. The eye camera was then buried in a voodoo ritual, it is mandated in some mossy law somewhere and congress couldn't get it together on time to over turn it. There was simply nothing for it, it had to be done. The footage shows a view from space revealing that the world is flat. The space pirate’s eye was then the cause of the rising of the dead in Haiti and the zombie priest plucked the moon out of the sky and put it into the American currency circulation by investing in the stock market. That would have been okay when the moon was full but as time went by it waned and even became gibbous and spooky. That is why we are in a recession and the stock market all but exploded with roving packs of werewolves.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
An Alien Who Met Some Professional Animals On It's Visit To Earth sci fi photography story
Here are some animals I have met
they are professionals...
experts in their field...
or patch....
with purpose and vision
I cannot recommend them more highly
it was like they are born for the job...
but....
Those humans.....
they're slackin' on the job!!!
what is it they are supposed to be doing anyway?
They can't possibly be management!
their not.
then who?
the rocks
the ones that have mica in them
and the ones polished smooth by the sea
ah...that makes sense...
sense?
huh? oh yeah...sense.
sir?
nostalgia that's all
sometimes i miss having a body....
i still have it you know....
I put funny hats on it sometimes....
sigh...
ah well, deploy to your next assignment
and kid....wear your hat!
dismissed!
Friday, July 5, 2013
The Big Fish Dadaist surreal rambling poem fantasy sci fi
Another dada and Ian Esslemont inspired experiment
I noticed in his novel Esslemont's characters either tend to trail of when talking or are cut off before they can finish their sentences....
The Big Fish
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i'm hooked
I assure you-
turn your face from us, and rightly so……
turn away
from the truth
i won't judge, my gaze is inward…when…i ….left….
that was not my intent….
he murmured, perhaps-
and if I did…then
show me.
No! Please….
that's a big fish!
oh, yes…..but oh how your lying….
at his side- an artifact
unique
orbed
obsidian
self-possessed
inherent to all
who look upon it
childish scheming-
-and strong
slipped their grasp. no
don't be a fool
don't we?
Don't
I do.
he muttered darkly
to himself
clutching
pawing
his prize.
wretchedly small…..
…..perhaps you shouldn't……
oh?
gleaming
-you are a mystery to me
i take full responsibility
you do?
I do
I caught
the legend
like a flu
although….
shrug-
oh well...
achoo!
Unspoken dadaist surreal sci fi poem nature, health care, immortality
Unspoken
I am 43 years old
second of my kind
i am existing
it is a major health condition
currently in critical condition
a condition common around the world
due to conditioning
through repetition
and other cons of all kinds
states of how do you do
and other pleasantries
of real slang tongue
But symptoms are severe
so be very scared
the saving angels are infected
transmission of the virus
on wavelengths
to antenna
powder wing
and feathered feeler
caught in the blind
operating eye, shining
so
take appropriate measures
when listening to the radio
beating frantically
against the sonic iris
a medical mystery
in the air
France, Germany, Jordan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and the United Kingdom -- have died.
i am a woman
the nurse is a man
we are both 43 years old
the nurse is an angel
sickened
a dangerous new virus
is not new
WHO
said
a
statement
after becoming ill
according to the WHO
human infection
called cities
acts like a cold and attacks the respiratory system
a hard shell looms above
cancerous
our roots wither
the angel dims
spring comes
But symptoms are severe
this virus poses a medical mystery
it's architecture is ridged
and it spreads and spreads
I am a 43 year old woman
i used to be
an immortal goddess
the nurse is dead
all the angels are
we have to push through the cement
to get to the light
i once was
the tree
in eden
no.
yes….
but,
i was born 43 years ago
with skin and everything
a ripe second
tall and fat….
heavy
on sweet.
some one
cure me
of my humanity
this need
this hunger
grows
from
the
(.)
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Rainbow surreal poem fantastical drunken lament about religion and giant tweezers
The following was half dadaist writing experiment half fan fiction
I took two pages in a bar scene from Ian Esselmont's Stoneweilder
selected fragments of sentences and words
and strung them together with a little sci fi twist
and other twisty twists!
Rainbow
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of this covenant…..
I was merely dictating my calling!
rubbed the sleep
rub a dub dub
from my eyes
listen!
I'd only dreamed
of such generosity
don't you see
don't you?!
you see….
blinkered
in a negative
confrontation
as you are
listen!
chants
in a crowded room
eyed
uncertain
silent
ah yes, in that place
i remember
the dirtiest most degrading tasks
and the children! the children!
won't you buy me another shot?
wide eyed
and soft
suspicious of such generosity
I had no intention of leaving
let's drink to the children's health…
to their health!
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the drunken brawls
like a grin
it was me
small and chanting
such destruction
from my small unformed hands
such fear
now awake
and grinning….
yet you helped me
you had seen no sign
half-blood
the old indigenous tribes
and another civilized
or so it would seem
and the seat of office
officially closed
no justice
no justice here
faith
and faked pleasure
a regular hot bed of black market activities
buying and selling
harvesters of rainbow light
in air Zeppelins
shining
holy vessels
virgin voyage
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large golden tweezers
way up in the air
of this covenant
I was merely dictating my calling
a promise
a dream
I'd only dreamed
of such generosity
under the skirts
of golden domes
The air Zeppelins
ufos
a calling
harvest the photons
distilled in funnels
dripped in beakers
infused in blood
what was this promise?
half-blood
i am….
the old indigenous tribes
know best
aguywalksinto365bars.com
that there is no justice
in faith and faked pleasure
revived and animated
fading
the survivors
of the first
flood
did not look up.
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