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Layered Reality Players. Platformational Reality Wars. One hack-rig is trying to work at your space, while you work at theirs. Who can write code fast enough to penetrate and unseat the other player? Tom has a Burroughs-Gysin Cut-Up Machine appended to his…
A hot flower bloomed from Reality Establishment Central Office. Glass shards like windblown seeds carried out on a sudden gust of air stung skin and blinded eyes, and was followed by the scent of burning. Naire lay there with her chest become…
The Jolly Roger unpacked in anyone’s head that crossed the geo-tagged spot. It unfurled like a warning. Carlos had hijacked this Hakim Bey Station a long time ago, and people whose Sparks went out assumed that they had inadvertently crossed into a…
Tomorrow explodes. Yesterday downloads. Today erodes. He is plugged into a Warewolf experiential remix engine and time is splintering into instances that he can’t add up into a day. He doesn’t know the last time he had a straight day. He thinks…
Cock crows. Second sun in the sky. Ravens and angels are wheeling around through each others flight paths, while magpies drop to pick at the shattered shiny remnants of halos. There is a fire burning with wood from a tree that dropped…
I live inside a parable. I sit atop a mountain and people come and seeks wisdom from me. I write greetings cards and fortune cookies. I am an onanist being asked about the world. I was in love once, but she got…
He sat down at the edge of the lake and he pretended that it was a mirror that he might throw reflections into that would never come back, or which would at least store them under the jetty like a floater for…
Dreamsoup head, she lifts it and the pearlescent drops fall from her hair like liquid mercury. Her eyes are alight with story, stacked layers of reality filtered through the retinal slice she had implanted fifteen years ago. Post Burn Paris is not…
Decay was a rudimentary excuse. A man sat there picking apart the cross-stitched home sweet home. The skull in the fire place wasn’t much of an explanation, nor would it have been an hour ago before the charred flesh crisped and peeled from…
He blew up the world with his notepad. Left an apology on the fridge that seemed to have survived the existential collapse, and went for a burger at the weirdly persistent fast food chain that was floating above the head of a…