badsleepwell

The doors of the bullet train clamped shut silently, cutting a Venusian brand infant carrier neatly in half. The caretakers, a pair of siamese wolfwomen, shrieked, snarled and spit to no avail as the train pickt up speed and the station lights vanished behind. They smacked several times at the emergency brake, but everyone knows those things are just painted on (except them I guess). The most they succeeded in was scratching the bulletproof polymer windows up pretty good (they can makem bulletproof but not graphittiproof? If you axe me and granted no one has its just another plot to encourage juvenile delinquency so that the little bastard get caught and shipped off to the prison prism to work for minimum slave wage). The crooked, ragged slashes were a welcome change from the dull graphitti names; 'Longdick', 'Peruser', 'Invalid' and 'Yermam'. Those bastards get more collective ups than the Flying Fellinis, who were probably even now performing their deaf defying act of gravity defiance on the massive orbiting Chinese casino and hotel (they don't accpet Chinese national performers due to a union dispute over whether or not the boundries of space constituted a new territory and thus, required a re-negotiaiton of wages, conditions and benefits, as well as whether said benefits extended to non-Terran species should recieve certain benefits due to the fact that they suffer less risk from space station employment). The Fellini's had been caught up in a few technicalities of their own, owing to the fact that their contract specified certain hours that they must perform and time is subjective aboard an orbiting satellite...despite every argument the Fellini's were faced with the binding nature of the agreement (which they should have read more closely) and thus, were forced to begin a strict regimen of amphetamines in order to keep up. So their act is quite impressive, if not somewhat spastic, these days (or nights). The bullet train burst from the tube into daylight and the windows polarized accordingly, mercifully. I cradled my skull and tried not to breath too deep (bit've an allergy where lycanthropes're concerned) -- and these two were most def. very concerned, what witheir toddler snapping his pint sized fangs at passerby in the bygone station stop of Downtown Perilitus. They disembarked athe next -- Perildondatus and I was able to fill my lungs with sweet, recirculated air once more. Just a few more stops and I'd be able to carry my skull around in my head again and not have to cradle the delicate thing like a balsa wood bowling ball everywhere I went. I'd be able t rip the ear plugs out, thet were currently stopping the brain fluids from leaing out my ear canals and I wouldn't have to worry about only effecting gingerly executed turns of the head in any direction. As it was, my brain would slosh noisily about, I'd lose my train of thought and my nose would run with viscous fluids if I ever turned to answer someone calling out for me or something similar. People would inquire what that noise was -- 'Did jew hearit?' they'd shea, cocking their skull shaped heads, the bastards ' like the ocean,' they'd cuntinue. 'It was just my brain,' eye'd be forced to admit. 'Eyewis a half shark man, born in a Wally Durham Lab in East Kuntbington. All cartilage, no bone. I've bin undergoing extensive surgery since birth to replace the stuff with bone, so that I can seek employment above water.' You can imagin what effecthis revelation would have on th conversation. Or mebbe you couldn't. So allow me to enumerate: 'You mean it wasn't the ocean?' They'd say, shicked. 'No, just my brain.' 'Oh, well ...did I menshin my grandaughter was very sick I should really go and visit her in the hospice good day.' After the fifth or sixth time I herd that one I decided that either people found not having a skull of your very own was either repugnant or the next generation of children were all crippled by degenerative dieseases. And if the former was true, well than mebe I should stop being so polite to everyone who wouldn't afford me the respect everyoe deserves, just for my lack of marrow having structural aids. Mebbe I should start telling them how I felt about their awful stenches and their terrible manners and double standards and hypocrisies. Mebbe I should really get in their faces about it. Maybe even back it up with a ittle force. I may not have a complete skeleton just yet but I do have THREE ROWS OF RAZOR SHARP TEETH FATHERFUKKER. How you like me now??? So I went out and did a little research into the youth gen and their respective medical conditions...
and all you down the nose at those without bones sisterfuckers GOT LUCKY.