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Aculade (part 1)

Somewhere, Sometime, Out there…….

Deep down in a pepper mine…

In the not so distant future one of the more coveted spices is pepper. The pepper industry has become one of the fastest growing markets on the entire planet. A large percentage of uneducated men are employed by the various mining companies. Despite the huge profits the companies make, they still treat their workers like slaves and pay them unfair wages. Most of the men working in this trade have had past records with the law. Mostly drug addictions, violence, and theft. For the most part, the men that work here do so becuase no one else will employ them. The mines would hire almost any degenerate that could pick up a shovel…


2000 feet below earth.

The Pepper mine workers are divided into teams, each team works on a certain level of the earths core. Since pepper is such a minute material the workers are required to wear special goggles with magnifying capabilities. Face masks are also worn. The masks are used to prevent any worker to get a free sniff of pepper. A free lunch as it were.

Each team of pepper miners has a leader. Earl happens to be the leader of this such crew.

Klink, krank, klunk, the pepper tools sang. Songs of pain, sorrow, and anger rang from the clangs.The tools songs reflected the tortured souls of the workers wielding them. Slowly grinding down particle at a time after each swing of the axe. Each fragment of rock separated from its core, wore a salt sized hole in their tired souls…..


paper cuts

paper cuts

cum shots and circus freaks.

who the hell was zorba the greek?

drunk in daytime

mid week

i have dropped off the face of worth

fell 200 hundred stories

without a single paper cut.

set up a tent in my living room

getting prepared for the  collapse

life would be better if we all lived in huts.

trying to sell art is like

giving a rock a blood transfusion

messy business

a thousand words all competing for real estate in my head

a thousand sounds from ideas dying

and left for dead

rotting and farting

their last gasps

of fruition

in my overripe


jizz shots hang like icicle cave stalactites

glowing phosphorescent

in the mildew nights.

part 2 Transferengenic: (a true story about a fake paramedic)

illustration by Micheal Lee Macdonald

translation juice.

I have been hanging out at the cafe for a good solid week now. Watching and learning. The dialect is mood forming. I have some kind of pain in my dink, I am beginning to think it’s all in my head. Ha!

Most of my monthly allowance has been spent on a weird language deciphering juice. The juice is available in many different colors and flavors. Each color and flavor represents a different dialect, region, and/or class of language. You can even order shots of medicated liquid that speed up the translation absorption rate. To become a professional translation mixologist takes great skill and involves years of dedicated study. If given a bad mix one could end up frying their cerebral cortex, permanently.

Its hotter than a boiled pig in this place! It seems no matter where I sit I am constantly being blasted by industrial rusted heating ducts. It’s an odd heat. Hard to explain. Damp perhaps. I don’t mind it, reminds me of the jungle. Not that i have ever been to a jungle.

Most of the planets energy is produced from movement. Transferengenic Kinetics. Huge glass rooms are filled with accelerated fungoid growth, enormous insects, and sloth like creatures. The movement of various winged things rutting and fucking in swamp slime help create the heat. A varying array of Pheromones are pumped into the cells hourly. The synthetic pheromones trick the creatures, inducing certain sexual proclivities.

The heating system is very problematic and wasteful at the best of times. The quarantined creatures require copious amounts of food and water to power their bodies. Food for these subservient power slaves is collected, or perhaps forcibly stolen is a more accurate assessment. Thieved from primitive planets in the surrounding galaxy.

It’s all a political device. Most of the planets inhabitants are brain washed into thinking they need a certain amount of heat every day or they will perish. The companies that control the heat also control the health board. The facts are constantly askew.

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