Fragments of Soma
My delusions of grandeur have lead me to believe that I can have a go at writing science fiction. I have been slowly building a world for a few years now and since I don't trust my drawing skills that much, I decided to flesh it out with words. Slowly, I'll post short stories about Soma, a world similar to ours but also entirely different. A new world, trying to stand on its own in a fucked up galaxy. The first story I'll post is the first story I wrote about it. Enjoy. Or don't. Nobody cares. Nobody loves you. You're not even a person.
Death Wears Bunny Slippers
This is a legitimate patch in the US army given to missileers (that is one funny word). And oh, the cynicism, you could cut it with a knife. Fuckheads.
Radio Pirate Artichoke: If I'm the Fucking Man, Then You're the Fucking Man As Well
Is there anyone out there?
Ani, City of a Thousand and One Churches
Ani is a medieval ghost town on the borders of Turkey and Armenia. Now a military zone between enemy states, it used to be a city that rivalled Istanbul, Baghdad and Cairo. Peruse the ruins of Ani.
Dr. Seuss Is Dead
A cloud of flies obscure the sun
A stone is dropped the dream undone
Ripples grow and ride the tide
The dead things crawl from deep inside
With its dying, sour breath
The burning smell of insect flesh
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
*
The dream is swirling, I'm alone
Where the streets are paved with bone
Buildings with a hundred eyes
Watch me through the swarming flies
Behind shades pulled down tight
Things are growing without light
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around tv's turned up too loud
*
The dream sea has been poisoned
The stop light flashes me red (Motherfucker!)
Innocence suffocated in its sleep
Dr. seuss is dead
Tilikum, the man-killer
Tilikum is from Iceland.
He, like many other captives in the Spectacle, is given drugs to cope with the unbearable strain of losing one's freedom.
He is masturbated using a warmed cow's vagina, detached from its owner, to collect whale semen which in the eyes of his captors appears as hills of money.
He has been robbed of his freedom, his dignity and even his body.
He has killed three people and will probably kill more if he gets the chance.
I say good for him.
Route Couture
Or roadkill fashion. It is very alluring and damn pretty. And it's not creepy at all, honest.
Ogle here.
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