s$ $$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1092 [-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "The Outcome of A Sperm Donation" $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ *or* "The Shit They Put on mp3.com!" $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Kaia [06/14/00] [-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --] $$ $$ "TssT" "TssT" -The preamble.- I believe that if a man is young, bright, inquisitive, and has a good ear/enjoys listening to music, then he probably possesses an aptitude for making music from slightly off-kilter ambient sounds: unordinary sounds from unorthodox objects. He probably also owns at least one article of used and disgusting and (likely also highly dangerous) clothing, case in point: -The sweater.- Like the old skinhorse, the sweater had been loved into a loose, shabby gray weave. After being munched by crickets breeding in the untouchables-pile at a Goodwill dropoff site then rejected as a stolen pillow tossed off a bridge by a homeless man with fleas, the sweater washed ashore on Three Mile Island amidst a spill of heavy metals that transformed it from pearly-blue to iridescent pink to an even duller gray, duller than the night of day, until it got sucked into a sewer drain and spit out again in La Jolla, California. -The man.- "We don't make embryos just to kill them," the mulleted man said, his pearly-blue eyes bulging from thyroid sickness unknown. "We merely use the ones ready-made, in vitro clinic rejects on death row. But we keep them alive in nutrient broth. Call it life extension." He shook a test tube, sloshing around some straw-colored liquid -- one hundred thousand embryos pirouetting together in chicken soup. "God.. they'll probably end up tomorrow's vegeterians," I joked, "if they ever make it out of the machine." -A Rube Goldbergian fantasy.- I am a human being for I speak in grammars universal. My human cells hold two memories: cold, and warm. And the thawing of my heart, the beginning of a love affair with chicken broth. For I love to eat. I absorb food. My stomach is one cell. I think about cells a lot, using my budding brain, which is also one cell. And I love my neighbors! There is no competition for resources. We will live forever. We will live forever. One day, docking onto the mother ship, I will know blood. But for today, my eyespot is beginning to form. I am precious, and warm. In fact, I am a perfectly-formed trilaminar entity of beauty. & I like to dance. teehee! -The amendment.- Waltzing and swishing in gentle unison, the embryos experienced up, down, and the loop-de-loop through decreasing diameters and increasing suction: a joyous carnival ride to death. The embryos fled single file from the micro-pipette, which pushed and pulled and smeared and crushed and jumbled their rudimentary forms into undifferentiated masses of three and four and five cells. As they exited, they screamed bloody murder and cried themselves dry. -The .mp3.- http://www.mp3.com/oembryo [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1092, BY KAIA - 6/14/00 ]