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.

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:49 PM

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

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

    ;-)

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  3. 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.

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

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

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

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