To top it off, her nose sat in geosync orbit above her face, throbbing on a rather disturbing frequency called GODASSMOTHERDOGWHORE.
Other than all that, it was a perfect day to be dead.
The room boasted three other beds stacked bunk-like, one on the wall opposite her was occupied.
A bipolar light panel, gripping the ceiling for dear life, lit the room in skitterish, spastic waves.
And the echoes of hallway phantoms leaked through the waif of a sliding sheet metal door.
| 
Email this Novel
| 
Add to reading list
