Discussion in 'Writing' started by Boreas, Aug 17, 2016.
Nanites course through my blood, singing.
Space spiders weave webs of evolution.
The wave-function collapses and I am.
Chip in hand signaled about discharge.
The syringe pierced skin, injecting nanites.
I live in utopia and despair.
I was thinking of Blood Music when I wrote that, and your riff makes me think of it even more!
A God? No. No! Artificial lie.
Space battles blow up the bugs.
Mors certa, vita incerta, chickenhead puzzled…
What the fuck... oh no, fuck!!!
It is considered very bad manners,
To devour your partner after mating...
Unexpected genetic tinkering ramification causes crisis.
I keep explaining this to my wife...
Ha, ha!! You just made me giggle...
And humarachnids lived happily ever after...
So many lives ago. So confusing...
Do not push that button. <Push!>
Bang, Boom, Bonk, Bop, Bash, Bust!!!
Separate names with a comma.