Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Feral posthumans engaged in street performance, mincing and metallic as they shun the gaze of onlookers in favor of mercurial rites.

The night stippled by the glow of laptop computers, the very lawnscape a choreography of pixels and chlorophyll.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a simple and harmonious use of the human language. I can almost picture these feral posthumans out of the corner of my eye.

12:49 PM
mister ecks said...

this is what they call "saturday night" at my house.

;-)

6:20 PM
Mac said...

Anonfan--

This one came from an actual tree-based notebook used pretty much exclusively for jotting down observations. The "posthumans" described were mimes done out in metallic body-paint. Maybe they'll wind up in a larger work.

9:38 PM
Katie said...

Sounds like you've moved into an interesting new neighborhood! :o)

9:57 PM
Mac said...

Sounds like you've moved into an interesting new neighborhood! :o)

A hell of a lot more interesting than my old one!

10:46 PM

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