Katia and Monica

Katia declaimed her crazy poetry into the microphone, all this gothic stuff about blood and graves and avens. Ellie was shy, except when she played guitar. Monica battered her kit, and it sounded like dead bodies hitting the ground. They borrowed another amp nd found a drum. There wasn't a stage. But soon people were dancing. Catie and elli's art school friends hung at the edges while the punks fought in the mosh pit. The transparent women, there had once been a transparent woman and a transparent man, anatomical models made out of some kind of sea through plastic,. technological marvels of the 19 twenties that children were taken to sea on