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.