BOY DESTROYERLustSickPuppy
Ready, set, go! It’s the year 2000, and the last boy has been destroyed. In his absence stands a generation of genderless misfits, their skin dyed piss-yellow; their smiles smeared in black greasepaint. Faces morph into the iconography of a beaming millennium and finally — finally — Life is Good™. Sure, there’s traces of testosterone in the water supply, but give it a few weeks and I’m sure they’ll sort that out. The clean-up crew’s a little busy right now, dancing in the streets that are finally safe from drive-by admirers who always get what they want. Like lust-sick puppies left caged for too long, the bodies of rapists and liars and powerful men turn to dust in the summer sun. And as day turns to night, the city comes alive with the sound of spray cans, marking each cadaver with a bright yellow smile.