Shhh. I am the Presidentess of a secret island nation. My country is so advanced, we have long rid ourselves of health issues, power struggles, arms races ('cause arms don't race that fast), animal abuse, and, of course, bacon. Now is not the time to withhold all that I know, and so I blog.
Zombies are mutant, dead people walking. Dare I say, but isn't this familiar? Cancer, obesity and plastic surgery fantastically augment the physical body. If GMO food enters the mainstream, you will see mutant everywhere, I promise.
It’s not the summer of love. It’s not the decade of consumerism. It’s the decade of taking responsibility for our collective future.
The pursuit of perfection has killed thousands every year since the first Who Can Swim Farthest in a Toga competition on the shores of the Aegean. Always interesting deaths I have to say, though the ol’ heart attack has become a little passé. Death by energy drinks, cell phone brain tumors or dehydration from the Mozambique desert ultra marathon is the newest must-have instant knock-out.
David Beckham just needs to walk up a hill and watch the sunset. Then, come down with eyes like dinner plates; produce a neat scratch on his forehead. He will tell the story that was ‘downloaded’ to him by an interstellar being who also happened to be on the hill watching the sunset.
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