gridscan: chapter 2GRIDSCAN 0.2: Zero Tolerance Levels the Past
(c) 2005. natsukoarts
The light shown low in the sky cursing the ground and the smell of the detox night, glaring neon and battle scarred streets of cyber hack and grime.
The shadows held the darkness like an addict held his vile hugging it inside his form. The cold keeping insanity out of his juice decayed veins.
The packrats swam in the night when the darkness descended and the runners ran fast like their transmuted flesh processor mutated by sex with their keyboard machines and the jacks danced in watt burnout in volts and optic dreams. It was black out here in the world of the brain dead inductate, the ROM addicts with their gigabyte visions and nine thousand miles of code-inject files.
Talk to me softly silicon babe and ride on my website of data wet dreams.
Mips, packrat runner, an Elite trained former hack boy, a data junkie code hustler, just another kid strung out on neurocine. He'd been a psi childe, one of the Z class. Numb
Blues de VivreBlues de Vivre
(c) 1996 natsukoarts
got a sound in my head that jivin' me round
gain on rapture, distort-overdrive
which way to the blues my dark wild child?
got a rhythum is ringin' and spurrin' me on
down in the alley, runnin' me gone
got a bruise in my heart, head in my pocket
loose change in my wallet and a cup full of dimes
got a street corner venue, wired by my side
and my honey is singing' leadin' me on
got a blues in my pocket with my pick on her fret
and i'm feelin' her up
as good as it gets
an orgasm message in G7 curls
my bluebird, my baby, my les paul, my girl
Kiss Me, Kiss Me, AngelKiss Me Kiss Me Angel
(c) natsukoarts 1996
Boy lazed back on summer night / Mouth spread wide for candy
Longing for a pulsing beat / To fill his shell up empty
Air curled round his lanky arms / Whispered to him psychic
Drifting toward oblivion / The boy he seemed to like it
Touching on his empty soul / Massaging him with lust
His heroine a pretty lass / Dressed in angel dust
She took him like a virgin pure / Slapped him till he cried
Never did he hesitate / Or from her try to hide
Until a slave he came to her / Hurt and crushed, destroyed
Longing always for her touch / The pretty lass in angel dust
Slowly, slowly falling / Desire always calling
Make love to every night / Taught him how to fly
On wings of dusting powder / Louder, louder, louder
Unending boy in lust / For angels dressed in dust
They mate for life like flys / Till death / and then he dies
Angel, angel lust / Angel draped in dust / Kiss me, kiss me, Angel