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Get your Dick on…

Tuesday, November 15, 2011 posted by Rev. Dimmer in Books Booze/Pills/Candy Life

Yeah, I love me a little PK Dick: although I do kinda prefer his non-SF stuff. But it’s all (and there is a shit-load of it) good.

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Posted by gloveshot
11/15 07:25 PM

I don’t know Dick, but I like his output.



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Posted by Tapestry of Passion
11/15 08:08 PM

The article doesn’t exist, nor does the link. Your submission is invalid.



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Posted by Rev. Dimmer
11/15 10:14 PM

The article did and will exist: you just have not yet taken enough drugs. Or maybe that’s what I’m ‘posed to do?



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Posted by Tapestry of Passion
11/16 04:28 PM

Well having discussed the article we’ve necessarily altered the nature of its existence, whatever that may or may not have been… Having not yet taken enough drugs is a essential consideration in any contemplation of reality...alas the cucumber to pickle transformative process is not reversible so discovering the answer alters the relevance of the question...I hope this is clear



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Posted by Tapestry of Passion
11/16 04:30 PM
I don’t know Dick, but I like his output.

Come again?



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Posted by gloveshot
11/16 10:05 PM
Come again?

In my days of altered thought, the writings of Mr. Philip K. Dick created some fabulous mosaics to incorporate into my hallucinations, if you know what I mean.



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Posted by Tapestry of Passion
11/17 12:44 AM

I was going more low-brow… Dick ... output ...



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Posted by Rev. Dimmer
11/19 04:02 AM

Effector 112 woke with a headache that came from nowhere, but it was here, and is was here to stay. Maybe the solace of the Selectric would sooth him, but it was no longer there, if it ever had been.

The buzzing of the overhead transport was annoying: he kept thinking of this as he lay half awake half asleep. “TR80R, turn that off!” he yelled louder than he intended."White noise #1765?” asked the little droid that circumnavigated Eff112’s head for the past three hours.

“Do you want to price this?” TR8OR asked.

“It should be cheap. Maybe free. I’ve not had a sentient bridges in seconds.”

“I don’t need to remind you of the reality mzaaatrxxxxxxx”

And then there was nothing to see but fireworks.



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