My Cardboard Balcony

Bottle ( Inspired by the Cinquain Structure) by Belinda Roddie Stained stained stain the brain until I go insane. Cheers. Bottle bottle bottle the mottled fits of blue rain. The perfect little dance on the train. Make a crane out of your hands and cram the booze-y junkyard into both sides of your ears, until your face is red and purple and stained stained stained the brain. I'm drunk but still insane. Cheers.

You have a patent for a hamburger. Which means you've got a patent on beef. Which means you've got a patent on genetically engineered cows. The beginnings of a mad scientist's wet dream as he controls all the cattle in the world for scientific purposes. Elsewhere, a woman invents a new type of computer. Steve Jobs' ghost snatches it up before it goes public. And all the while, people are growing rhino horns from patented genetic bacon cheeseburgers.