nothing after this is true – real-time hyperfiction is #dtf
*** it began with a short story, written in may 2026 ***
The newborn mosquito is drunk with desire and hunger as it attempts random approaches to my face, the promised land, continually bobbing under the hot lava lake, confusing all radar and infrared scans. The light breeze and near mist adds more course correction than was not well-covered in flight class, and the animal keeps disappearing into an actual wall of reflective heat, the void, the absent.
***oh dear, oh no, oh my, where did he go, o o o , where did he go o o o, that’s just a red-orange-yellow lake of fire, oh ho oh, where is my dinner, oh, there! he! is. and… gone again, oh no, i’m getting a bit faint, food blood energy life required for… oh okay, there he is, aiming for the bulbous nose, and … gone again… hunger swoon and swoop to the surface of the burning lake, almost taken down by the fumes and steam, where did that food go? he’s back, he’s here, he’s right here, right, left left left, mind the breeze, and the water streaming down his face, let’s go for an ear, and bizzzzzz, it, damn… gone again… we didn’t cover this in class, can i can make it much longer, the mist seems to be increasing, it is going to rain, then i’m fucked… sorry, i learned cursing is bad, but everyone does it, so fuck, this sucks, and this infernal body of flames keeps devouring what i want to devour, his face, his unshaven bearded smelly hippy face, he won’t use OFF thank god, he’s already got a screen porch… what’s next? a zapper? a bug net including the… what’s it called…
the hot lake of food and sorrow…***
Became a short video and Italian rock opera opening in Rome in 2012.
As I meandered through AI art from Gemini, ChatGPT and MidJourney.
And if that weren’t enough, the flood of ideas actually began to build like pressure inside my human mind. Like the L3M was motivated, had set its own goal, provided the necessary tokens, and began the next phase of our collaboration. Wait… What? I have paying work todo this morning, but what’s more intoxicating than a new idea to a creative person? I only have an hour before I’m meeting my producer. Not about this play, about the play I’d like to write with him, for him, to him. Maybe this one. I have others.
A gallery of posters and images for El Mosquitotito, the opera and new EDM album from The Martian Dust Devils, some guys I have familiarity with. The band has agreed to score the entire opera. A lead soprano is being courted through a series of private auditions. The director was clear, “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
See the PDF of the electronic press kit from 2012 when the play opened in Rome. Download EPK
The script is also available here: El Mosquitotito
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