The Little Bitch Was Miss Sugarnut
I had been his teacher. Just fuck me.
It was a small farmer town Farmer Town. We never were the boys on farms. The whole dog and pony show. Stop. Backup. Tony Lama’s. You mean, what happened.
No one knew. No one knew them, and they had no identification. They communicated with one another through wireless. They were naked. They were naked, and the dead. Everyone, and I mean everyone was faced with being compelled to understand what was going on. It was a big deal for about twenty-seven hours. That’s a long stretch but for the virus wars that were not centralized because information was equipped with AI in a seething ocean of virtual particles.
We are all virtual particals. Okay, it looks like your grandmother, but it’s not your grandfather, it’s not. Really. Him. Her. All they need is the DNA. These people from Mars or wherever the fuck they were from, no one from Ohio, did whatever the fuck they had to do, whatever fucked planet or star they might have arrived from, and did he have health care. But no. Oxygen is the third-most abundant element in the universe. All of the other elements are relatively rare. The chemical composition of Earth is quite a bit different from that of the universe. The most abundant element in the Earth’s crust is, again, oxygen, making up 46.6% of Earth’s mass. We breathe oxygen if you are a Democrat. You breathe oxygen if you are a Reublican. Chances are about fifty-fifty that some oxygen starved species would be shocked at us. Look what they have done. They have exploited it beyond recognition like Bond. James Bond.
Some places had stopped breathing at all. Entire metropolitan areas were bleaching out. Not unlike the choral of the world had bleached out decades ago. I wanted to go out and borrow some leather clothes from leather shops with a rock. Video and the helmet. I look like them. I was pushing my luck, and I knew it. When the maid came in, early in the morning, I had been badly beaten up, Miss SugarCup. Drugs again.
You can’t live anywhere in the Caribbean without being politely distilled. The Brits are really good at it.
That distinct standing there taking no favorites because she had already bribed all of her colonial cousins to play war games as men just like this, this arrogant refuse, they’re never good at playing with authority, and they open you up just to see if the excess gravity doesn’t come from matter and energy at all, but emanates from some other dimension or a replica of what and wind and war, and sky, and galaxy packs, like wolves, and there is not a single species in a very old universe that wantonly, signs sounds like an existence where two black holes give rip to blackjack sugarshack. Follow the money. Do not take your eyes off the money. I had been his teacher. I am not that old. It cannot be possible. But I had seen him at the horse auction where everything’s for sale.
It was a small farmer town Farmer Town. We never were the boys on farms. The whole dog and pony show. Stop. Backup. Tony Lama’s. You mean, what happened.
No one knew.