Sunday, May 4, 2014

Dead is the new black

Down in the yard, the machines began playing favorites again

Another passive satellite, dangling loosely above our heads

Up in Unit 17, O'Shaunessy threw the I Ching for seemed like the umpteenth time. The answer always came back the same: firebomb the food court.

Miss Black Teenage America 1972 would like a word with you

Hugo Largo and cousin Ving- you could swear they were sisters, if you didn't know better. Ving more adept at motorcycle repair and Hugo the better forger. Each with death warrants on their heads in all known zones. Equal bounty, equal risk.


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