For some reason (you can work it out for yourselves) on Friday nights I'm overcome by the impulse to recommend stuff. It's usually music, but tonight it's literature. Yes, contrary to popular belief, we Kyklopes read from time to time. And no, I'm not going to recommend that you read something you were likely already forced to read in high school or at university (although, if you're honest with yourselves, most of that stuff was probably pretty good).
I'm going to recommend three short stories by Harlan Ellison. Some of you will probably know the name, at least. He's pretty famous in the world of SF. Imagine Ray Bradbury's antithesis. Here are the names of the stories: "The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World", ""Repent, Harlequin!" Said the Ticktockman", and (probably the best title of anything, anywhere) "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream".