: Death at the Parasite Café: Social Science (Fictions) and the Postmodern
by Stephen Pfohl

How does it feel to be penetrated by liquid capital? Is it like shedding a tear, only in reverse? When the Black Madonna Durkheim arrives at the cafe the orphans crawl serpentine to the base of the control deck, masking strange attractors with repulsive laughter and cries for revenge. Revenge for all the corporate straight white male machine death squads and techno-sacrifices! Revenge for the terroristic host of cyber-doubles that feed off the digitally-coded flesh of others! Welcome to the Parasite Cafe - a postmodern war zone at the (dis)autobiographical crossroads of its author's life and an implosive New World Order of televisionary power.