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Ribofunk :: Филиппо Пол Ди
Страница: 2 из 156I was licking the cinammon off the rim of the glass when who should slope in but my one buddy, Casio.
Casio was a little younger 'n me, about fifteen. He was skinny and white and had more acne than a worker in a dioxin factory. He coulda had skin as clear as anyone else's,but he was always forgetting to use his epicream. He wore a few strands of grafted fiberoptics in his brown hair, an imipolex vest that bubbled constantly like some kinda slime mold, a pair of parchment pants, and a dozen jelly bracelets on his left forearm.
"Hey, Dez," said Casio, rapping knuckles with me, "how's it climbing?"
Casio didn't have no set neither, but it didn't seem to bother him like it bothered me. He was always up, always smiling and happy. Maybe it had to do with his music, which was his whole life. It seemed to give him something he could always fall back on. I had never seen him really down. Sometimes it made me wanna choke the shit outa him.
"Not so good, molar. Life looks emptier'n the belly of a Taiwanese baby with the z-virus craps."
Casio pulled up a seat. "Ain't things working out with Chuckie?"
I groaned. Why I had ever fantasized aloud to Casio about Chuckie and me, I couldn't now say. I musta really been in microgravity that day. "Just forget about Charlotte and me, will you do me that large fave? There's nothing between us, nothing, you latch?"
Casio looked puzzled. "Nothing? Whadda ya mean? The way you talked, I thought she was your best sleeve."
"No, you got it all wrong, molar, we was both wasted, remember?… "
Casio's vest extruded a long wavy stalk that bulged into a ball at its tip before being resorbed. "Gee, Dez, I wish I had known all this before. I been talking you two up as a hot item all around TeeVeeCee."
My heart swelled up big as the bicep on a metasteroid freak and whooshed up into my throat. "No, molar, say it ain't so… "
"Gee, Dez, I'm sorry… "
I was in deep gurry now all right. I could see it clear as M31 in the hubblescope. Fish entrails up to the nose.
Chuckie was Turbo's sleeve. Turbo was headman of the Body Artists. The Body Artists were the prime set in Televison City. I was as the dirt between their perpetually bare toes.
I pushed back my seat. The Slak Shak was too hot now. Everbody knew I floated there.
"Casio, I feel like a walk. Wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure.
Casio was a little younger 'n me, about fifteen. He was skinny and white and had more acne than a worker in a dioxin factory. He coulda had skin as clear as anyone else's,but he was always forgetting to use his epicream. He wore a few strands of grafted fiberoptics in his brown hair, an imipolex vest that bubbled constantly like some kinda slime mold, a pair of parchment pants, and a dozen jelly bracelets on his left forearm.
"Hey, Dez," said Casio, rapping knuckles with me, "how's it climbing?"
Casio didn't have no set neither, but it didn't seem to bother him like it bothered me. He was always up, always smiling and happy. Maybe it had to do with his music, which was his whole life. It seemed to give him something he could always fall back on. I had never seen him really down. Sometimes it made me wanna choke the shit outa him.
"Not so good, molar. Life looks emptier'n the belly of a Taiwanese baby with the z-virus craps."
Casio pulled up a seat. "Ain't things working out with Chuckie?"
I groaned. Why I had ever fantasized aloud to Casio about Chuckie and me, I couldn't now say. I musta really been in microgravity that day. "Just forget about Charlotte and me, will you do me that large fave? There's nothing between us, nothing, you latch?"
Casio looked puzzled. "Nothing? Whadda ya mean? The way you talked, I thought she was your best sleeve."
"No, you got it all wrong, molar, we was both wasted, remember?… "
Casio's vest extruded a long wavy stalk that bulged into a ball at its tip before being resorbed. "Gee, Dez, I wish I had known all this before. I been talking you two up as a hot item all around TeeVeeCee."
My heart swelled up big as the bicep on a metasteroid freak and whooshed up into my throat. "No, molar, say it ain't so… "
"Gee, Dez, I'm sorry… "
I was in deep gurry now all right. I could see it clear as M31 in the hubblescope. Fish entrails up to the nose.
Chuckie was Turbo's sleeve. Turbo was headman of the Body Artists. The Body Artists were the prime set in Televison City. I was as the dirt between their perpetually bare toes.
I pushed back my seat. The Slak Shak was too hot now. Everbody knew I floated there.
"Casio, I feel like a walk. Wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure.