One Method of Masturbation
by Jason Nelson
They have her where they want her, having nothing to do with bathroom
sinks and ankle straps. Lilytank, the girl of galactic measurements,
stares down the spiraling technological trance, and we need her help.
The Corporation, with its blue and black suited lumps of sour smelling
body fat, have stolen all technology. Well, almost all of it. They did
leave us with quite a large number of those old radiation leaking
microwaves, and about ten or twelve Atari 2600s. Sure Atari was loads of
fun, but do we really want our nine-armed mutated impotent children
fighting over who gets to play the next level of Dig Dug? Without
technology our souls are trapped forever in a church camp-like void. And
there’s only so many times we can play the Happy Friendly game, without
chopping up the camp leaders and serving them up with microwave mashed
potatoes. Don’t fret, I said stop fretting, Lilytank will save us. As
with all technology, Lilytank knows all the machines and computers the
Corporation snatched will be obsolete in six to seven months anyway. So,
she starts her own company. She creates a new technology, catapulting
the fashionable knowledge into inconceivable solar figures. We are the
newborns of the wires and chips and screens of her digital hardware.
Belly cords plug into her head, fusing the fluids of our inevitable
sensory aware.
XXX Supersex
A glow is known. She inquires. The Lilytank bursts and water sustains
the electricity. I’ve seen this light before. Its crackle links ice to
systems. Think of the switch, a small plastic lever to disconnect the
current. She reaches her hand from flows and jerking motions, reaching
towards the wall. Light reflects from the paint’s white or blue or
yellow deflection. With her any number of molecules ask for the eyes’
attention. With her any color of liquid’s sticky hold knows the price.
Hers is the package, the glowing package sinking from cracks the wall’s
water hears. A package made with cardboard and stucco and filaments,
broken when the light tears her cloth. Broken under Lilytank’s switch or
burst.