OK, I was out celebrating with my good buddy, Shanks Carpenter Green, who just released his novel, "Six Inch Crimes" (visit his site and order a book or two: www.myspace.com/sixinchcrimes). Anyhow, we got into a little exquisite corpse and this is what we came up with, enjoy:
Do Cyborgs Dream Electric Mensies?
An Exquisite Corpse Exercise by:
Shanks Carpenter Green
&
V. Lazaro Zamora
The SVTLN 2- “MAN HUNTER” put the bloody knee cap of a fresh kill in her mouth and only stopped chewing when she heard the rustling coming from the rubble where the lighthouse once stood. Her impulse to inspect was both willful and hesitant since earlier, she knew, that was the same spot she had discarded her used, crumpled, obscene tampon and the rustling both excited and disturbed her. She quickly and simultaneously activated her radar, heat sensing, 5mm rocket, infra-vision and pre-lubed the walls of her aftermarket, 2nd generation, EXTC-17 vagina.
While the thought of alien penetration flustered the steel springs of her heaving, synthetic, light pink cunt lips, she couldn’t formulate (properly) the sensible computations for the invasive barrage of images resembling the stock memory of her humanoid father sprinkling the white spatter of creamy human goo across her sleeping face. She pushed the humiliation of her youth and the impulse to find a safe place in the wasteland to masturbate to her thoughts and moved towards the rubble, leaving the gutted, emasculated corpse of another assassin behind her.
Strangely, with no construct of mathematical logic, she released her rockets and decimated the earth within a 2.7 mile radius all around her; screaming hysterically and inexplicably, while the napalm aura engulfed her and rose to the heavens.
When she woke, the sky had cleared and sand had turned to glass and her metallic skin radiated the heat of her vengeance; no one fucks for free, she thought, no one fucks for free, ever again! The anguish of her digital scream resounded through the aftermath of charred earth and unfamiliar emotion and only died down as the sand moved and crept and gelled into the solid mass of her father who looked at her and sternly and uttered, “Bitch, there’s no escaping daddy’s cock,” and then slapped his “Svetlana” with the cold force of his backhand.
Do Cyborgs Dream Electric Mensies?
An Exquisite Corpse Exercise by:
Shanks Carpenter Green
&
V. Lazaro Zamora
The SVTLN 2- “MAN HUNTER” put the bloody knee cap of a fresh kill in her mouth and only stopped chewing when she heard the rustling coming from the rubble where the lighthouse once stood. Her impulse to inspect was both willful and hesitant since earlier, she knew, that was the same spot she had discarded her used, crumpled, obscene tampon and the rustling both excited and disturbed her. She quickly and simultaneously activated her radar, heat sensing, 5mm rocket, infra-vision and pre-lubed the walls of her aftermarket, 2nd generation, EXTC-17 vagina.
While the thought of alien penetration flustered the steel springs of her heaving, synthetic, light pink cunt lips, she couldn’t formulate (properly) the sensible computations for the invasive barrage of images resembling the stock memory of her humanoid father sprinkling the white spatter of creamy human goo across her sleeping face. She pushed the humiliation of her youth and the impulse to find a safe place in the wasteland to masturbate to her thoughts and moved towards the rubble, leaving the gutted, emasculated corpse of another assassin behind her.
Strangely, with no construct of mathematical logic, she released her rockets and decimated the earth within a 2.7 mile radius all around her; screaming hysterically and inexplicably, while the napalm aura engulfed her and rose to the heavens.
When she woke, the sky had cleared and sand had turned to glass and her metallic skin radiated the heat of her vengeance; no one fucks for free, she thought, no one fucks for free, ever again! The anguish of her digital scream resounded through the aftermath of charred earth and unfamiliar emotion and only died down as the sand moved and crept and gelled into the solid mass of her father who looked at her and sternly and uttered, “Bitch, there’s no escaping daddy’s cock,” and then slapped his “Svetlana” with the cold force of his backhand.
