stories

Aug 18, 2009

Thrashing to the beat, I feel the txt vibrate my receiver tattoo: “9am gate 68” I’ll upload at the airport, and you’ll be pixelated by noon.

S. Kay @blueberrio

Dec 25, 2009

The first jauntily wrapped box held a wrapped hand. Others hid more parts. Best was the severed head. He kissed his wife: “You’re so sweet.”

S. Kay @blueberrio

Feb 7, 2010

“They’re real,” she said. “No way! Fakest boobs I ever did see.” When I hit the floor bleeding, she said she meant the guns in her nipples.

S. Kay @blueberrio

May 13, 2010

Woke up groggy, my nails painted silver, wearing false eyelashes. Drugged me again. You know what’ll come back to you. Xanax and glue.

S. Kay @blueberrio

Jun 6, 2010

Wearing makeup in a David Bowie pattern that defies facial recognition biometrics, she smuggles nanobots in glitter hairspray.

S. Kay @blueberrio

Jul 20, 2010

Daddy’s away again, and mom’s at work. Eating candy, she goes online and sets up a hit on a bully. Educational posters just don’t cut it.

S. Kay @blueberrio