Psychic Barbiturates
He was a rolling dream, like he was strung out on psychic barbiturates.
Eyes rolled up into his skull, tongue tinder dry.
He was heavy in dream, heavy in another fucked up reality.
Neon Striped Bubblegum
He popped his neon striped bubblegum, same colour as his lips.
His head, pumped with the thump of the music in the pitch black room.
Hands slid up his thighs with intent.
He popped his gum ... SMACK!
It was the way.
He Wore a Wonder Cloak
He wore a wonder cloak around him of 'go fuck yourself'.
It was always with him, always glowing, as sharp and as vibrant as his neon strobed hair.
He was a creature with a thumping heart, a wandering human gender gene, fluid and up front.
Bionote
John Hopper is a UK based writer, artist, and magazine editor. He publishes two digital monthly magazines - Inspirational art magazine, and 100subtexts literary magazine, as well as regularly posting short slices of dark, out of sync fantasy fiction, across social media.
John Hopper is a UK based writer, artist, and magazine editor. He publishes two digital monthly magazines - Inspirational art magazine, and 100subtexts literary magazine, as well as regularly posting short slices of dark, out of sync fantasy fiction, across social media.
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