Saturday, August 08, 2015

The View from Kenvil: Pirate City

The boys on Kenvil could see it against the horizon a few kilometres down the shore. Silhouettes of smokestacks puffing their white effluvium, diagonal conveyors, conical mix silos... and no sign of human activity.
To furley youngsters of the early strata, the sight energises the imagination: Behold this bayside spectacle — Pirate City.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Lessons from The Häag

A glidâh dispensary, similar in mission as Creamy’s, vigourously plugged their product in the 11th and 12th strata.
  Always an array of colourful characters were guaranteed to pass through — the original Black Moses, “Mr Mayhem” (“Whatcha tryin’ to do to me?”), Frau Geshlekht Terapist, plus the occasional pro athlete and orchestra conductor.
  At one point psychics had warned the baleboosteh of a potential shootout, so mshpkhh mitglider were let off for the day whilst the lower-rung employees were left on schedule. Of course, nothing happened, and the workers there on shift looked at each other, rolling their eyes. No comment was necessary.
  The constant interaction with both the capricious public and the dense management made days at The Häag ideal for youth coming to understand the sketchy ways of everyday dealings with a neurotic society and wannabe professionals.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

“The Phoenix Runs on Caffeine”

Hot Shoppe caffeine icon manifests future projection in 3-D as transplanetary shuttle. A recursive tribute: Successful transit to Planet R renders the particular Euclidean manifold back to 2-D space. Planet R now has a bad-ass coffee shop where the latte is never cold.