"An entity that has no substance or form lands on Earth after traveling among planets and stars. It happens to land in the hair of a gay man, accompanying him into his apartment and his life, where the entity becomes so enamored of an old Royal typewriter that it splits in two.
Though unable to speak, the entities learn language because the man is a writer. They also learn about s*x because he writes porn. Observing the man with a male lover, the entities are fascinated and ultimately crave s*x for themselves. Can an entity without form or substance manage to have s*x?"
Entity By Dale Chase Ak has claimed the K while I perch on the J. It’s odd, we two unable to inhabit the same space, as we’ve always done, being an entity, but the typewriter has come between us, both of us enamored of the machine that gave us language. Royal is its name, and from its shiny black keys, silver rimmed, white lettering identifying what will print, we gain what we’ve never known. Names first, Ak and Ik, both demanding the K. We await the man who sets the typewriter working, applying pressure to create the clacking which throws us about, such as we can be thrown. We insinuate deeper into the Royal at times to engage in clacking frenzy. We are much taken with frenzy, which is a word the man likes. We’ve learned so much from him. And the K we like best of all, with its lines in
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