Love After Death is a black-and-white movie from 1968, filmed in New York and dubbed in English over Spanish. The film opens on a wake (of a body, not of a storm, where is my mind exactly?), but the eyes of the "corpse" are blinking. The paralyzed man looks up at the attendees peering into his coffin, a woman, Sofia, and his best friend, and a doctor he knows by name, and a couple of thugs, and pleads that he is only having a cataleptic fit and to please not bury him. "Who

A long time ago, before you were a tickle between the thighs of your great-great-great-great grandfather’s mother, three apes ruled as kings on a long-lost jungle continent.

Strange illnesses... cattle mutilations... and a pervasive change in the color of the sky. These were only preludes to the earth-shattering events of June 15th, 1971.

In the center, on an altar, lay the sacrifice: Bad Bunny, skin mottled by the fickle light, chest rising and falling slowly. He was drugged and bound in ritual knots, hair spread like ink, moustache and goatee untamed. He smiled faintly in confusion, whispering sounds none of the other Bad Bunnys could hear.

Knock at the door. What the hell? I hate this shit. Nobody knocks on your door when you own your house because they know they get the business end of a Glock in their face. What time is it? 11 am. Who is it? I am not to be fucked with.

Across the gray glass stain of the sky, water droplets collect and run as if chased by the wind. They merge into rivulets. I reach out, I strain for them with my hair, and (now we’re getting somewhere) I feel the waters of the sky run up individual strands of hair to my scalp and into the veins in my temple, into the sea, and (breathe) I open myself and start to think in a language not my own.

As the game began, the black-suited and infrared-enabled foreign agents convened deep in the dank catacombs beneath the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. Opening a titanium case, they released their living weapons, a squad of four remotely mind-controlled squirrels, developed by and purchased from a Russian psychobiology team in Saransk, Mordovia. These agile drones were armed with diamond-plated teeth and nanotech ocular scanners, allowing their controllers to see through the mutat