Liquid Television: Disembodied Head Guy's monologue"I'm in my car, I'm high on decongestants and I'm driving anywhere. I end up on a bunch of squalid little dietitians somewhere in Vegas, maybe Reno, maybe Tahoe, I donna know... but there she is, I can't tell if she's a human or fifth-generation gynemorphic android, and I don't care. She moves closer to me. At this range the downy cilia-like 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 desert I ask?"
"I can't kiss you, we're monozygotic replicates, we share 100% of our genetic material."
"I open shirt exposing my the device which I had stuck in a waistband of my black jeans."
"How you get that thing she gasps ogling it's thick fiber reinforced plastic barrel and oozy biotech logo embossed on the magazine which held two cartridges of gelatin 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."
"Ohhh! Liquid Television! Ohhh!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8le4_KrK5M
