[doomey gets to his boots. gazes down on the ruined capital. he stomps his heel on the capital. and then he stomps his heel upon the fucking capital like repeatablly. Said, the capital has gone Porthole, friends. It's gone, besties]
Christina Francine's Friday nights are...Portholed.
[doomey sucks in some really sweet smoke, and then he exhales. he settles back into the pilot's chair]
Sedona House crafted by Jeffery Scott is going all the fuck Terminal, you fucking bitches.
[doomey tamps his spent Pall Mall into the cluttered marble tri-angular ashtray at his left elbow]
it really exudes the current vibe of alternate fiction. hah. no. fuck. truly, i'm attempting to aggravate the Terminali, get them to oralize their belief in bad crafting. get them on their goat, savvy? fact is, Sedona House is a hard examination. and in our circus tent, a bad examination means bye fucking bye. but this capital has been shoved upward for one reason; to make the Termiali examine.
so. we will see what happens. If they love it, fuck me. If they hate it, god is good and the devil makes a killer dirty martini.
[doomey taps out a pall mall, and he smiles, which is rare]
dude. I am fucking famished. maybe we should order a pizza.
Hey dudes, this cap "Charge Culture" was good-ish, which ain't good enough. It was about a lonely guy in a world where people need charging like mobile phones, and the way you get charged is by having sex, or at least, you know, a snuggle. So, as a story, nope, but look - I fashioned it into a waterproof pizza bag!
[Sturgeon flings a soggy bag out of his tank onto the office floor. When it hits the floor it splits open with a "splop", and a small stack of piping hot pizza peeks out. The toppings are mostly raw marine life. Some of it still twitching.]
Hope you like fish on your pizza.
[Inside the tank, he tears into a pizza that is more swordfish than anything else.]
[doomey kicks a few dance steps to Muthafucka by Beware of Darkness pulsing from the Bose. he whirls and twirls, stomps his shoes on the glass tiles. and he ends up with his ass settled in the pilots chair. he taps out a Pall Mall]
I just examined Sperlin's What Does the Early Worm Get? and it was fucking joyous. funny, joyous is a word. tough to orate, right? joyous. maybe it's okay. shit.
[doomey throws the capital toward the mirrorball]
this shit has been Terminalized, bitches!
[he Swan Vesta's the tip of the Pall Mall, and he leans back in the pilot's chair, in total bliss]