Come Up And Get Me (Death Grips Cover)

Hot Head

I'm in my car. I'm high on decongestants and I'm driving anywhere. I end up at this squalid little dive somewhere in Vegas. Maybe Reno. Maybe Tahoe. I don't know. But there she is. I can't tell if she's human or 5th generation gynomorphic android, and I don't care. She moves closer to me. At this range, the downy hairs that trickle from her navel remind me of the fractal ferns produced by injecting dyed water into an aqueous polymer solution, and I tell her so. She looks into my eyes, "You have the glibness, superficial charm, grandiosity, lack of guilt, shallow feelings, impulsiveness, and lack of realistic long term plans that excite me. Right now", she says. Moving even closer. I begin to kiss her but she turns her head away. "Don't good little boys that finish all their vegetables get dessert?" I ask. "I can't kiss you. We're monozygotic replicates, we share 100% of our genetic material". I open my shirt exposing the device which I had stuck in the waistband of my black jeans. "How'd you get that thing?" she gasps, oogling it's thick fiber reinforced plastic barrel and "OOZI-BIOTECH" logo embossed on the magazine which held two cartridges of gellated recombinant DNA. "I got it for christmas. Do you have any last words before I scramble your chromosomes?" I say, taking aim. "Yes", she says. "You first".

Pyrrhic

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