Paul Bali 日 14/01/2022 · admin No comments

THERSITES

a porpoise long-harboured,

his babble sought for stock-picks.

 

draw him in the sadhana of Shastric Fundamentals;

cast him in A HOMELESS MAN seated unto death or white senescence.

 

demarcate his Isle in the dark arcs of bank towers;

pole it with a simple tree, a comic panel’s axis:

receiver of his pencilled-in lean.

 

he’s Nanak in a happy nap at Mecca!

indifferent to the Monolith,

whichever way we aim his feet.

David Kuhnlein 日 25/11/2021 · admin No comments

THE BEAR PIT

She trembles with the snowmelt, as if meaning to keep cold. I hold my bladder, watching. A chime is answered, voluntary pathogen pressed in the inner ear. We flag an app taxi. Her taps pillow ash on Astroturf. We’ve tried being clean. It’s entertaining. Rubber-banded grocery bag snapped overhead, plump lips lit by sparkling Retina Display, she intones: “I’m sick of everyone claiming they’re a survivor. You didn’t survive shit.” Her thumb drills the screen. “Just being a victim’s never enough.” I encourage some thoughts being saved from the feed.

John Casey 日 18/10/2021 · admin No comments

PURPOSE-BUILT

Hi {tenant_forename}

Let’s be open here, it’s sometimes hard being a student. Hey, it’s sometimes hard being a human!

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Executive Hug-Giver @ Enlighten Students

Porpentine Charity Heartscape 日 21/09/2021 · admin No comments

RELATIVE TIME KNIFE

She sucks on a standard ice cream ration. We earn resources from the sky in exchange for our great labor in punching faces and torturing people with the Relative Time Knife. It’s the free market. It’s the law of supply and demand. It has turned us black and turned us white, given us medicine and food, given us ampoules of angel gas and badguy vapor. That’s why we have these Chain3 teeth. Chain2 teeth are only strong enough to crunch through the ration crackers. That’s right, you have to punch ten guys just to eat the food that falls from the sky. That’s how they get you. Teleologically, anyways.

At first, me and Jetty didn’t punch anyone. It isn’t easy going up to strangers and using your knuckles to collide with their bone geometry and seeing what they’ll do in response, all the faces people make, and it’s worse if they don’t get mad, just really pathetic and sobbing and freaking out. But we got so hungry we were actually like, wow, starvation real. This actually happens to people. So we lay down in a ditch and punched each other ten times.

Matt Lee, Sean Sam 日 31/08/2021 · admin No comments

WHEN ARE WE NOT ACTING? SEAN SAM INTERVIEWS MATT LEE ON CRISIS ACTOR

During a strange period of my life, I worked an acting gig on a military base. We were called “Standardized Patients.” Our job was to portray hypothetical subjects in training exercises for nurses, doctors, emergency personnel. Some days I’d play a soldier suffering from PTSD or a schizophrenic planning to murder his boss. Other days I was just a guy coming in for a routine physical. Occasionally we’d get assigned disaster scenarios for first responders. A plane crash, a suicide bombing, a mass shooting. We’d be decked out in special effects make-up, painted with fake blood, prosthetic broken bones, silicone skin. All the actors had different briefs. You be in shock, you be difficult, you be dead. We’d all be screaming bloody murder with pre-recorded sounds of carnage blaring from hidden speakers. We had to make it as convincing as possible. “These exercises save lives,” we were frequently told. Macabre stuff. Almost immediately after I started working there, the idea for Crisis Actor began gelling. Much of what I describe in the book is based on these actual experiences.