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Her lips slid crookedly across perfect shatterproof teeth as she clutched my root in a biodegradable hand, the other tracing along my prosthetic perineum. Servos whirred in tune with our pelvic writhing, partially obscuring the hum and grind of the panopticon of webcams crusted to the blank white walls, squinting and zooming in medical-grade fluorescent lighting. In spite of the sterile room, her eyes, twin black lenses adrift in seminal globes were wide in her tanned synthetic flesh, set apa...

"I was born, then I went to Kindergarten, then I fucked some crazy slut on the back of my father's corpse. Her blood was composed of a single monosyllabic element, and that's how I got my super powers." Deep in the thick ropy string-theory wet dreams of my skull, a voice whispers, lost amid the squalls of narrative: A summary of a life story that structurally replicates itself across reams of word and picture. The omissions are always the same: there's always something between the lines, but ...

When someone tells you their life story, their lips curl back from their teeth and they murmur, "I was born, then I went to Kindergarten, then I fucked some crazy slut on the back of my father's corpse. Her name was Walter Benjamin and her blood was composed of a single monosyllabic element. That's how I got my super powers." There's always something else happening between the lines, but it’s cut from the story. Me, I'm going to tell you the unabridged version of my life story: I was born at ...

Donald’s Livejournal (A blog ensconced in World of Warcraft, and unrequited love.) (A letter – written after a party this past weekend.) March 01, 20XX Debbie, I don’t care what they say about you, I think you’re amazing. Every time I see you in that slinky dress and see you get up from the chair so your French cut pantyline shows through, cupping your heart-shaped ass, I can’t help but reminisce about John’s Birthday party, when you put on that rubber nurse’s uniform and the black hooker boo...