The janitor of our building sold his thumb.
He winked at me with one last tear before he sold his eye.
Part diminished, he said, "when I'm a uniped I'm assured three meals a day on the government and a bed."
Ladies sold embryos to make high powered dope.
Life was a commercial venture, whether howling in Paris or a gibbon somersaulting at home.
Smart investors bought up futures in what I got for free, unless you count peace an asset or awareness of eternity.
Civilized war brought progress to the poor as pathologists worked to make things safe.
With all the knife wounds Saturday night, you'd think they'd be satisfied and not cry out for artificial orgs, triple by-pass computer assisted senses and micro-circuit implants up the nose.
These enable you to smell if you go out, but if you never leave the house bottled scents can give you worth: cornfields, water, moonlight, daughters.
If you do go out into the rank, rotting melons, insecticide and sycamore will be yours, but if a painted woman walks by, cover up your nose or you may die.
The result of sensory experiments heightened with computer assistance was a world gone synesthetic.
Tests conducted on the painted woman found a host of emotions imparted to the nose vibrated aurally to fingers and toes.
There's a lot we do not understand about our world.
Counter stimuli confused the Board of Science, so parents were forbidden to read the Bible and boiled life down to these essentials:
Divided into goods that were but aren't, three dollar gas, nickel bus rides, unfiltered cigarettes, pastured cows, we no talk buffalo or eagle feather, but unaerated butter and natural weather, minus the species of the Amazon, divided by one third oxygen.
The scarcer the commodity the higher the price, so buy oxygen futures and body parts.
Scarcities remain in real chrome, dissidence and natural fear.
Do not forget the apple ripe that Caesar put to bed.
What was there to get up for?
Sky was glass, weather tepid, earth cement, fire wasn't needed.
Discoveries made life safe for living, so they numbed brain centers.
My neighbors had it done.
One saw a stray cat, came running to my door.
What is it? What is it? she shrieked.
All summer that cat had lain asleep,
but it awoke to cock an eye,
stretch on its perch the way a hawk upon a cliff would launch.
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