Posts tagged “blade runner


A consensual hallucination experienced daily by

billions of legitimate operators, in every nation,


by children being taught mathematical concepts…


A graphic representation of data abstracted from

banks of every computer in the human system.


Unthinkable complexity.


Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind,


clusters and constellations of data.


Like city lights, receding…

Details ~ in the Matrix



Hollow Triumph

Paul Henreid: You’re a bitter little lady.

Joan Bennett: It’s a bitter little world.


The Big Sleep

Humphrey Bogart regarding Lauren Bacall:

She was worth a stare. She was trouble.


The Big Steal

Robert Mitchum: I don’t usually make it a habit to butt into women’s affairs,

but what’s this guy Fisk to you?

Jane Greer: Don’t change your habits on my account.


Ace in the Hole

Jan Sterling: I don’t pray.

Kneeling bags my nylons.


Farewell, My Lovely

Dick Powell: I caught the blackjack right behind my ear.

A black pool opened up at my feet.

I dived in.

It had no bottom.



Tom Neal: Money. You know what that is. The stuff you never have enough of.

Little green things with George Washington’s picture that men slave for, commit crimes for, die for.

It’s the stuff that has caused more trouble in the world than anything else ever invented.

Simply because there’s too little of it.


The Big Steal

Jane Greer to Robert Mitchum: What I like about you is you’re rock bottom.

I wouldn’t expect you to understand this,

but it’s a great comfort for a girl to know she could not possibly sink any lower.


The Woman in the Window

Edward G. Robinson to Joan Bennett: There are only three ways to deal with a blackmailer.

You can pay him and pay him and pay him until you’re penniless.

Or you can call the police yourself and let your secret be known to the world.

Or you can kill him.


Blade Runner

Harrison Ford: [narrating] I don’t know why he saved my life.

Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before.

Not just his life – anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want.

Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got?

All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

Details in the ashtray ~


Eternal Vigilance


This is the city I guard.






Sometimes warning.


I stand in a high place.


Eternal vigilance.


This is the city I guard.

Details ~


Howl ~ the interrupted version

I saw the best avatars of my generation destroyed by lag, primless hysterical ruthed,

dragging themselves through the wounded Nexus streets at dawn looking for an angry Spider,


angel winged cyberpunks burning for the heavenly multi-plexed connection to the

smoking asset server in the Second Life night,

who jaggy and clouded and hollow-primmed and high sat up smoking in the pixdark of

Suffugium cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating Gomi dubstep,


who bared their brains to Snark under the rusty Iron Tree

and saw Fate (Artemis) staggering on the Last Round’s roof illuminated,

who passed through welcome areas with radiant eyes hallucinating blade runners

and altered carbon tragedy among the scholars of Jessie and Stanford,


who were banned from the info hubs for crazy

and typing obscene code on the servers of the forums,

who cowered in unrezzed rooms in underwear,

burning their Lindens in oil barrels and listening to the Club-in-a-box through the wall,


who ate prim sushi in paint hotels or drank Dr. Peppers in Hard Alley,

CPU death, or purgatoried their primcocks night after night

with dreams, with Snowcrash, with internet nightmares,

griefers and drama and endless gray goo,


incomparable blind streets of shuddering textures and lightning in the mind

leaping towards poles of Ross & Ahern, illuminating all the lag frozen world of Time between,

who chained themselves to TP points for the endless ride from Luna to holy Plum on pre-mesh

until the noise of Dominus Shadows and newbs brought them down shuddering


pixel-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear li



Details ~


BLUSH Response

So it begins again.

The Summer is definitively over.

It WAS rather the long vacation (so to speak).

I got a tan even.

But now it’s back to work.

Shopping, sizing, adjusting, styling, posing, lighting, shooting, editing, retouching, writing, crediting, posting, promoting…

That’s a lot of ings, but you know how it goes.


Oh, the title?

BLUSH is the shop where I bought the skin and the dress.


I’m the response.

Details behind the scrim ~


The Good Replicant

Damn Deckard!

How does a guy manage to completely drop off the grid and disappear like that?


I could have really used his help on this assignment.


Take out the last rogue Nexus 6 loose in L.A. indeed.


Well, I guess it isn’t Deckard she needs to worry about.


It’s me.

The first Nexus 7.


Looks like my ride.


*Takes a deep breath.

Details ~


Bulletproof Fashion

Satellites are out tonight.


The Blade Runners too.


They say that Deckerd…


…that he’s the best.


But he’ll never catch me.


Oh no he won’t.

Details in the vest pouch ~