What If

Nineteen wishes from Catrixenya's neighbors dream into me; I am deep inside a silk grey shirt three quarter wane gold button up, naked as I am not, his gentleness is a protective garment, I watch his every movement watching me. People speak words separating space for silence, my Beau is nearby, I care for him more than myself; I sit with legs folded underneath. My thoughts deviate curiosity; many of my boyfriend, separateness, vacillation, unseen earth, unknown realms, machine devaluation, Nicodemus, gravitation nevermore, sorrow, splendor, pleasure, worlds which come undone.

"What are you thinking about?"

"....too much...."

Light sound frequency articulation, individual zoning combination, liquid creation, aquatic mysteries....

"Must be something important...."

"Why don't you tell us?"

Madness, mindlessness, infestation, understanding, misunderstanding, cosmic calendars, time sequences, interwoven scenery, majesty....

"Would you tell Catrixenya?"

"Yes...."

"Maybe we should go."

"We'll see you later."

"...oh....."

Sadness, comfort, annoyance, aggravation, dreams, nightmares, hostility, fertility, numbness, astrological travels, astronomical destinations, another me....

"I'm worried."

"Me too."

My husband's hand is a tender ease of moons awaiting freedom, I shall follow him evermore, nevermore I desire wander, I shall always be with my Beau. Trains pass smoke, people rebel sustenance of rebellion, children smile, spirits confide, milk cremes a bath, lonely I am, lonely we dream, lonely we shall be until the nightmare ends, arise from dreamless sleep to bleach under three suns, all may die, attachments lie, honest mistakes cry, scream never to be heard again.

Kisses, sheets, restlessness, eradication, damnation, darkness, haven, deadliness, detriment, abolishment, admonishment, delusion, illusion, recognition....

"I can't sleep."

"Neither can I."

Frightening trouble shakes my bones to the core of earthen dome, migraines fluctuate blood vessels undermining a brain wishing to suffer not, wishing to ought not, I stare glazing vapor steam, my eyes pair revealing texture of compound fractal non reflective pyramids.

"How do they see out of those god damn things?"

"Mookie?"

"Them motherfuckers are huge!"

The biggest fucking fly I ever saw; his eyes are beautiful, claws adorn a mouth, my hand is a tiny man he perks for enthusiasm, I adore him.

"What the fuck they be eating?"

"Dream."

"They got some fucking crazy lips!"

"Coney Island....."

"How they be kissing?"

"I want to kiss her."

"How's come they ain't here?"

"I miss her."

"Did you say something? You was whispering...."

"I miss her!"

"I heard that! I don't know where she's at. I find you when I lose her; when I lose you I find her!"

"We all heard that!"

"Yeah boy!"

"You're going to get her! Don't worry!"

"It's not over until the fat lady sings!"

"What song?"

"Some country shit!"

"Aw fuck!"

"Long live the Queen!"

"Who's that?"

"I like her!"

"She's around here some place..."

"Did we lose her?"

"Nah.....she's always around....."

Deception, unbecoming, becoming, disappointment, depression, distress, denial, ambiguous manifestation, egotistical earnestness, radical religion, regret....

"The wolf!"

"The city's making her sick."

Blue Neptune memory, sand castle prince, my self belongs to him.

"Well I'll be damned I think she's on to something!"

"Must be a metaphor or simile."

"People and animals...."

"People can be animals...."

"Animals can be people."

Wrong, right, justice, injustice, termination, extermination, experimentation, warping presentation, ultimatum, education, society....

"All of which cycles....again....yes Miss....??"

"Pharaoh...."

"Victoria...."

"Like a banana tree?"

"?"

"Bananas grow continuously."

"I did not know that...."

"Does madness?"

"Bananas ripen and are good to eat."

"What of madness?"

"That is why I married you."

"?"

"You are a ripening madness."

"Are you sure?"

"We are the only ones here!"

"I came for your lecture."

"I am lecturing about plumbing."

"Twas interesting."

"I'm worried Victoria."

"I am too. Where's my Beau?"

"He's my friend."

"I know."

"He's not here anymore."

".....oh....."

"You are crying...."

"I miss him."

Pharaoh - he shall resurrect civilization, he shall recycle water for purity, he shall bring us new cities, he shall bring us new towers, he shall give us himself for social zoning, he is the nightmare of defection, he is a daywalker, he is a sorrowful husband of The Queen of Death, The Valley of The Dead knows him as gatekeeper amongst two sentinels, he protects mankind form misleading interpretation, his favored color is emerald green, he despises statues of likeness for dictatorship, he prefers cool water drinks, he enjoys walking sticks, he adores his wife as confidant and best friend, he bears no children unfortunately

Daywalker (for Jared & Jamal); one whose coronas reflect ultra violet spectrum from nine to six thousand, able to undergo suns from one to one thousand and one without swollen eyelid damage, host of curiosities for day, night is the daywalker's keeper however day is their domain for spectators, they pervade our peculiarities

"Your name shall be Nicodemus."

"Holy fuck Victoria I drank a lot of fucking blood."

"Ruby....."

"Amethyst....thus continue...."

"What am I to do for this earth?"

"He speaks Ruby!"

"You will bid them death."

"Tis my only desire."

"He speaks well."

"You are humorous."

"He likes me."

"Amethyst.......we need to remember this."

"How did he get here?"

"I come from the core long since forgotten; I am forsaken man."

"You look like us."

"You look like me."

"Wow.....Amethyst.....his eyes are....."

"Look at his....."

"Will you remember me?"

"This is a dream for damn sure."

"Nicodemus I drank a lot of blood."

"Completion?"

"What?"

"What?"

"You leave them?"

"....."

"What else are we supposed to do with them?"

"You are not ready yet."

"For what?"

"?!"

"You will suffer immensely."

"Will we survive?"

"We felt as though such will happen."

"I shall be your vengeance come what may."

"Regardless?"

"You cannot leave them anymore. This will be your last for now."

"What if not?"

"How do we stop?"

"If not....."

"Alright I'm done; I do not want to find out."

"Easier said than done....."

"If not I surrender with you until the final moment."

"We must surrender?"

"Yes."

"You as well?"

"I surrender your frequency until further ado."

"I don't think we can stop."

"....."

"I cannot stop either."

"Stop what?"

"I eat them."

"The left overs?"

"You leave them!"

"Wait until my wife hears about this."

"We're here Ruby."

"Nadia! Nicodemus I want you to meet my.....she looks.....wow....."

"Zen!"

"Cocoa Bear."

"Cocoa Bear?"

"That's me."

"....."

"What?"

"You look like a cocoa bear."

"He's my boo."

"What is that?"

"He's my dark surprise."

"More ways than one...."

"Isn't he cool?"

"Victoria....he is a rather serious gentleman."

"Nadia....you look...."

"Mocha Munch....."

"Mocha Munch?"

"That's me."

"This is a strange place for you to arise."

"Where am I?"

"My closet."

"Amethyst was looking for her garter belt."

"This must be it...."

"Twas on your head?"

"Warrior strap."

"It's my lingerie."

".....interesting....."

"He's my warrior.....my Milk Warrior....."

"Zen....he just met us...."

"Many children I assume."

"We want you to meet them."

"Ours too."

"We want you to meet everyone."

"Children!"

"Was that yours or mine?"

"We're in deep shit."

"Ebony and Lucidity."

"You know them?"

"We met before."

"Hi Nicodemus."

"Hey girl what's happening....."

"Glad you came back."

"Been a while....how's your husband?"

"He's building a ship."

"Water?"

"Something else...."

"Oh....oh....I'm hungry."

"He said we can't bite people and leave them hanging anymore....."

"Nicodemus....."

"Lucidity....."

"Already?"

"Yes."

"What does that mean?"

"Snow!"

"Oh it's just him."

"Huh?"

"He's the original."

"Original what?"

"You know....."

"....."

"Hey Kat."

"Hey...."

"She's big now."

"What are you doing here?"

"Remember what we spoke of when....."

"Oh.....oh!"

"Original what?"

"Doki."

"Kimono."

"Leona!"

"Toki."

"Kimodo."

"Original what?"

"Ambrosia what is he talking about?"

"Crystal?"

"You remember my husband...."

"Hey Tusk."

"Hey Nicodemus."

"Hey Fiasco."

"Hey!"

"Nadia....aw...."

"You're all messy."

"He's gone."

"He does that."

"Where did he go?"

"....."

"Original what?"

"He was one of our teachers before you both."

"Cocoa Bear."

"Strawberry Girl."

"I'm worried."

"I am too."

"Don't be."

"He came back."

"Where did you go?"

"I got tangled inside these things...."

"Those are stockings."

"Looks like fishing nets...."

"Yeah...."

"Okay."

"When it happens...."

"What?"

"When it happens wire yourselves to them."

"What?"

"Allow them entrance; you shall not feel any but possible confusion which will clear."

"What of you?"

"I come for them."

"When?"

"....."

"Who are they?"

"....."

"Where will our bodies be?"

"Blue and Pink."

"He is our abode."

"I am your temple."

"Nicodemus what of our children?"

"He's crying...."

"Dearest me."

"My dearest."

"I must find them."

"Where do they go?"

"We must surrender lest never experience enlightenment."

"Through death?"

"....."

"Nicodemus."

"Snow?"

"How will we remember?"

"How will you forget?"

"Through them...."

"Much to come."

Disappearance, disintegration, demulcents, ego manifestation, malevolence, violence, visual, audio, deaf, blind, secretion, sedation, enthusiasm, death....

Enoch - nightwalker, inversion's host, bat man, sword handler, marijuana farmer, winter guide, guardian of two human anomalies both foretold by vampire metaphysicists and quantum physicists, undertaker, tombstone marker, resurrector, simplicity, humanity, reverence, taste, unique fashion, jubilation, gigantic personality

"I wonder of the two human anomalies."

"Who would marry two hundred men?"

"We did."

"Does Enoch know?"

"He was talking about something with the bats....."

"Must of been."

Underworld, underground, hesitance, control, chaos, loss, fame, intimacy, touch, impression, division, multiplication, presentation, usage, finality....

Watery Worlds

Mookie watches me enter a country style diner from the right corner window; I dressed hastily Zoomy's white dusty jersey cargo shorts hanging two harness twine straps from the left button pouch, a polyester beige full button up work oxford without pockets from Mighty's assortment, black non slip leather tie shoes. I order a pita platter, garbanzo and avocado dip, glass of sweet tea no sugar; she settles into an adjacent table while I begin my lunch.

"Sunny what you doing?"

"Hey Mookie.....you look really nice. I don't.....we forgot to do laundry."

"Ya'll should start investing in Sandy's."

"....."

"Move over here with me.....the sun ain't facing you at this table."

I clip the paper disc inside double index to thumb, she holds recycled plastic diamond embossed water reflecting sun glitter as she moves, we sit together for the same moment; her milky white sweater dress is a high mock turtleneck, her shaw is an interestingly patterned burgundy wine, black restaurant business leathered sneakers wear her feet.

"I borrowed the dress from Coney...."

"Wow...."

"You're hungry...."

"Yeah....I'm tired of being hungry."

Tex appears as I lose my voice to crimson terror; he peaks from the side of a tube induced screen, I am distant from focus succumbing to a never ending battle.

"Vicki.......I'll see you soon."

I am unable to speak except for a gasping reach; I desire dispersal with him rather than suffer the unknown. Decay comes for me as I stare into an empty black sheet; I knock thrice from an exposed middle fingered center joint connecting a dying fist.

My Beau's neighbors assist me through a double doored bedroom of sorts, floored layers of thick linens, silk blanket triangular fold; I settle into an elongated position while they discuss further concerns with Catri.

"Hey.....I miss you."

"......I always miss you."

Dreams harvest my awakening for unforeseen seasons, this handsome man is gentle touch; he searches for faint tips to undo buttons and hinges of a stormy grey zoot suit, I tremble fear of losing him to blinding rain. Each gold three quarter waned circle slips through quad grips, sixteen links clasp his trousers, purplish night sting ray belt slides open, we undo ourselves.

"Big ones.....huge....they got these eyes made out of diamonds."

"Is this a dream?"

"It just rains for no reason just cause somebody feels..."

".....how is Coney?"

"She's dating somebody."

"......oh......"

"He got pink lights inside the back of his head. I tried to tell her but....."

"What about you?"

"Mine are blue."

"This is a dream."

"We ain't really supposed to be messing with them."

"I hope he cares about her...a...lot."

"He alright I guess. You dating a blue one anyways!"

"We hang out occasionally...she's my friend."

"That's what she do with him."

"I understand."

"Damn bog looking shit swallowing rested people's gray tablets."

"Huh?"

"Fucking big houses every god damn where."

"....."

"Peoples always be fucking with each other when they ain't supposed to....wonder if they ever going to change...."

"....."

"Damn fat fuckers...."

"What?"

"Just cursing about shit that's all."

"You don't want to order anything?"

"I ain't hungry anymore....."

Charles - childless man, extremely disliked and disapproved of by neighbors especially, ugly appearance due to unhealthy habitual practices, unwanted partner in every aspect, name associated with tyrannical revolt, great loss of finance and stature, delusional spiritual practices, oral hygiene is notable deterioration, end of existence is charring of flesh by mass groups of spectators as justice for tormenting behavior

"Can you name him Charles?"

"What about the woman?"

"....."

"Professor Aldous proposes the name Young."

Aldous - Victoria's Beau, he is an enigmatic philanthropist, photography is his essential outlet inspired by his deep adoration for Victoria, his attire is double breasted suit with elaborate belt indicating environmental artistry, additional attire is spiked or studded leather, he enjoys citrus fruits, he occasionally wears spectacles, he is Victoria's sensation Victoria is his sensation evermore, if any thus interferes or separates these two they will experience thunderstorms evermore

"Pookah...."

"Sunny."

"....."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm scared....I'm really scared....I feel like shell shock...."

"You're going to be alright."

"How do you know?"

"Nothing's going to hurt you."

"Tell her I'm scared....."

"She knows....that's how she feels right now."

"Where is she?"

"At the picture house watching a movie."

"Which one?"

"Juliet & Romeo."

Steph recites a dictation copied from an unknown teacher; I ask whom, she replies a defected astronaut no longer with us.

"Two hundred and thirty-two dimensions compile human vision, internal powered peripheral vision is a spectrum light cycle of five hundred interwoven sequential concave reflections, others are speculated a hundred fifteen nondimensional segmented delays...."

"David...."

"Their switches are one thousand and one compound convex high intensity interval intra....."

"Your tears...."

"I'm so angry Victoria....I'm so fucking angry for you."

"I want to experience this switch you speak of...."

"Only for a short while."

"What is a short while?"

"It's experimental....I don't know if you can come out of it! I intended it for them...."

"What is the separation?"

"A thousand and one....it would be almost impossible to...."

"...."

"Okay....okay....okay."

Young - superficial damnation; if to name a person the existence of whom is brief, extremely disliked for bizarre cosmetic practices, discriminatory fanatical belief causing dismay and injury to others, demeaning personality, end of life is torn flesh by spectators, neighbors, and any seeking equilibrium for tormenting behavior

Diesel's adorableness is witty humor I am filled with joy and pleasurable admiration; he streams a steady river of tears into smooth curves similar to winding roads less traveled from fear of being lost forever.

"Reminds me of where I came from....shit be looking like that everywhere....what you call those pastures around hills and stuff....valleys....that's it....that's what it is....valleys."

"Diesel I adore you."

"Those people are going to kill me."

"What people?"

"I know I'm going there."

"Where?"

"Those big houses Mookie talks about."

"Why would you go there?"

"For stealing a truck."

"?"

"Some rich guy's truck....I'm scared Sunny....I'm really fucking scared....I...."

"Sunny'll get you out of there if those fat fuckers'll let him out of that damned box."

"What?"

"He's going to need Zoomy though if those damn fat fuckers even give a fuck about anybody even themselves....shit."

"I'm tired of dreaming."

"Shit they don't give a shit about anything or anyone. They just want to feel big but they is big so what the fuck they're problem? You're going to be alright though, you going to be alright."

"I miss you Pookah."

"I'm right here!"

"Tis a dream Pookah."

"Oh shit Sunny I'm so scared....I just hope I'm in the same box with you...."

"I want to be in the same one with Zoom...."

"You Know Who...."

"I'm trying to keep it real that's all; I'll draw us comics of what we did."

"You all going to be alright. I'll be waiting for you. Nothing's going to hurt you."

"I blamed a guy once for something I did."

"So did I."

"I been in there before. You just got to keep to yourself that's all. Don't be messing with anybody or touching anybody....don't be making a lot of noise....just be cool...."

"These prisons here are very strange."

"I can't believe you volunteered that shit with Mighty....!"

"God damn it Sun."

"Zoom did it too."

"Very strange...very strange...."

"How so?"

"It's almost a community inside living quarters. I worry people become adaptive...."

"You mean like that's they home?"

"Yes...."

"I'm not down for that shit."

"Neither am I."

"I wasn't either; that's why I came here."

"The food is vegetarian."

"Not where I'm from. That shit is cows and baby chickens."

"Strange...."

"You all going to be alright. We'll be together soon."

She exits our loft for a silent evening; we gaze into windows and walls for innumerable moments.

"I always wanted to be a writer; think that lady will read me if I ever do?"

"God damn cows."

"I want everybody to understand."

"Storms they fear...."

"I'm never going to see them again am I?"

"Thunder they shiver...."

"I miss them so much....so much....so very much."

"Hail will fall upon their heads for bloody moor...."

"I will be here forever."

"Hey....hey there....see I'm okay....don't worry anymore....it's just an arm sling....it didn't even hurt....hey there...."

Vampire Tears (for Jared and Jamal); blood vessels unexplored by physicians arrange six tear duct valves inside the bottom lid patterning several prismatic formations which are reflective and rainbow shaded, upon emotion experienced by another as pure without chemical interference thus blood droplets fall, tis the sorrow of unknown worlds

Bloody sheets bloody hell this realm is a spectacular array of realism, David's anger was zealous rather than intrepid impulse, I walk through a moldy exhaustive moaning groan of wooden shackles falling into muddy decomposing ground, a ferocious cat in a thousand dimensional to one compound fractals instigates madness of absolution, damn he is a nightmarish infinite creature, he shall not die inside my mind if I continue; the door is a window to desolation, my sadness is wicked for decrepit earth, none shall grow here, the house is thunderstorm grey. Several beautified bovines proudly position themselves untouchable, their stride is a super model; I curse and scream noiselessly unaware summoning a screeching sky. Two people consistently act a couple I do not involve my emotional intervention; amongst theirs are others I prefer space. I go to school an average eccentric student, my name is Sheila, I do not partake recess, I debate educational criteria with teachers until expelled. I discontinue the pursuit of happiness. Treading abandonment I feel the sentiment of students, children awaiting return, David, Stephanie, Chester, Thaddeus contemplate their experience with me as an unfinished sympathy. I sit alongside a forsaken hill for an eternal moment underneath a single British tree; ours is gone, I am indefinite existence, Tex is not here. Vacillating further into man's synthetic greed I understand this is it; I dream of my husband, my boyfriend, my Beau, thine is him. Without I am as I wear a mylar suit driving a champagne single cab GMC sport side pick up truck to work, the local factory slaughterhouse; a simple button latch slices calves in half, I deviate the machine inside out while leaving through the delivery gate. I successfully sell the vehicle to a local irrigation technician, several possessions as well; jewelry, designer clothing, communication devices. There are twelve funerals seen from a far right window however I shall not participate. Six hundred and eight calendar days pass into night, I painstakingly undergo fixing the house by myself, a cat named Marsha is watching. Eighteen thousand and seventeen calendar days pass into night I am out of funding, neighbors contribute money for my peculiar skill of snapping inserts. My appearance is unchanging, I search for earthen methods cosmetically creating wrinkles and creases for curiosity.

"Your tear drops just ran dirt all over my clothing."

"We are all old and dying. You are not...."

"How did you get here? Do you remember?"

"I guess we better not talk anymore."

"Bye...."

"Good bye!"

"Bye...."

"....."

I disregard numbers for dates, I understand these to be without merit for who I am; books line walls throughout panels I assembled from replacing siding however I read each and every one. I am exhausted for seemingly never ending sleep, my will is without power, this frequency eliminated much of my peculiar nature yet most returned; I accept infinite depression and loneliness. Outside of me four students join me for madness, I feel them without touch; flashes of darkness kink this dimension into forever night, I am completely blind and deaf. My thoughts wander from pervading appearance, I desire death but there is no sensory object to commit; suddenly never ending woe awakens sight and sound, everything remains except for the cat, she is dead. I bury her for a tombstone....

Here Lies Marsha The Cat - She is my friend.

Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six sheets of blank paper await me; I shall write after I check the mail. A letter informs me of a political convention I should attend, the state seeks unification of every township named. My clothes are t-shirt and jeans, I walk nineteen miles to the commencement; not much ado I walk back to the house, seven dogs lay for sorrow, we live together, Ronnie, Romy, Jimmy, Danny, Bill, Ted, and Nehemiah, our house is cherry blossom pink. People come to visit me, they are a new generation of onlookers; we will grow fields of marijuana. The land flourishes, we start a clinic, the herb is free for everyone; my partners grow white and grey. Longevity is a stranger nobody cares for, I keep to myself.

"Do you like that....."

".....yes....."

"They dressed me up."

"There is a note on your tummy...."

Property of Us

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

Floret informs Ruby and I about the B.P.L.O..

"To each their own but these guys will suffer your woe."

Diesel erects mock imprisonment for future interpretation; he is preparing himself. You Know Who does the same, after which they put the two compartments together switching rounds.

"You guys be the prison guards."

"No thanks...."

"What if you got to know how to act like one?"

"Why?"

"For those god damn fat fuckers. Do it for me."

Mookie trains us for a duration; I repeated the word dream seven hundred moments.

I feel to be done with all of a world I am unknown, I let go of my students, I adore them always; dreaming of a dreamy boy I drift, I shall be married no matter what may. My bovine neighbors warm a presence, we become friends. Marijuana and hemp sprouts for livelihood, I run through the irrigation streets of a green fingered field. I bury seven dogs next to the cat.

Here Lies Marsha's Friends - They are dogs.

I forgot myself to forget a self and I sit alone again falling asleep inside a van; we use the vehicle to transport marijuana for whom needs. A dream gathers me for a driver, he is singing Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire; we stop at a lake destination I never knew existed.

"I went down down down...."

"Where?"

"To a burning ring of fire...."

"Is this a dream?"

"You ain't so bad. I'm a going to walk into the lake."

"Why?"

"Cause that's where I belong!"

"I don't understand."

"Maybe you never will. I hope you enjoyed the song....so long!"

Mookie is a strict orderly instructor; she is the principal of principles.

"That's not all Sun. You got lot's more to figure out."

"Diesel...."

"This is the greatest sorrow I ever experienced."

"I need you."

"It's the one inside San Antonio wherever the hell that is....."

"How did you know?"

"Some lady told me. She's sitting right there talking."

"That happened to me before."

"Probably happens to everyone."

"What a strange dream...."

"He's my little brother! That's why!"

"Diesel...."

"He's going to come and see me. Isn't that right?"

"What will your name be?"

"Samuel."

"Your last name?"

".....she stopped talking....."

"God damn it. How am I going to find you?"

"You's got to find them fat fuckers Sun. They know some god damn crazy shit."

"What?"

"God damn it. Now I know why you get them headaches Sun."

"Where's Mighty?"

"He at work."

"He's always at work."

"You too!"

"I miss him."

"He sure as hell started a mess inside that damn prison."

"He didn't even do anything!"

"He did something we ain't found out yet!"

"I'm going to remember you Zoom."

"When will you get out of there?"

"I'm going to fight one of the prison guards and kill him."

"Don't kill him."

"Why not?"

"What if I am one of them?"

"Not there Sun. You doing that for yourself."

"What?"

"Sun it's karma....like You Know Who says....karma...."

"Why would you kill him?"

"For you."

"Why?"

"He's that motherfucker who was going to hurt you inside that damn house!"

"How?"

"He was going to break in there and fuck with you!"

"Sun he got a fucking gun."

"How am I going to meet him?"

"Fucking fat fuckers going to get what's coming to them. God damn fat people is going to die..."

"That's how Sun."

"This is a nightmare."

"He's some weird looking motherfucker.....they call him Dustin or some shit like that."

"Why is he a prison guard?"

"He ain't Sun! He an actor!"

"What?"

"Shit man!"

"God damn it Sun you pissing me off!"

"How doesn't he know?"

"God damn it go with Zoom for a while! We going to talk about you while you gone so get over it."

"Mookie....how many actors are there going to be?"

"They going to surprise you with fourteen but they all going to get what's coming to them."

"Get what?"

"What's coming to them!"

"Shit! I'm fucking crazy!"

"Sun...."

"Zoomy!"

"I'm not dreaming am I...."

"....."

"Get out of here!"

Fire escape stairs roll into the front street to land on two bare feet.

"Zoom I just dreamed...."

"Why are they laughing up there?"

"I never heard Diesel be so...."

"Joyous...."

"I'm going to forget this happened."

"I know you hear me down there! You's going to remember everything!"

"Damn Zoom...."

"Sunny I'm scared."

"I am too."

Unfortunately the driver decides to release the brakes, he sinks into a shallow embankment; I stand alone, I know not where I am. The water reminds me of someone, the sand is a genie I used to be; there is a man watching bubbles, I am doing the same.

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi..."

Thirteen....

"Victoria!"

"Steph I had the strangest dream."

"It works."

"Very vivid...."

"It works really well."

"It felt so real."

"God damn it David....I hope you don't remember how to do that."

"I wonder if I will remember; I wish I could write it down but there is so much on my mind...."

"Those kids helped me design it."

"Simon and Simone?"

"Yeah...."

"Did they know?"

"It was their idea."

"God damn it Sun....god damn it....god damn it....promise me if they try making you a fat fucker you's going to beat it!"

"Sunny I miss you. I will miss you even more."

Samuel - awaiting justice from The Queen of The Damned, his essence protects her from harm, he is her loyalty evermore, he is a well spoken man, special participant, he is damned by blind vigilance however freed by intelligence, he is The Queen's aspiration, he is brilliance

Androgynous Anthropy

Entry One (inspired by Jared and Jamal) Provocation of the Vortex; I furthermore research the oddity of Texas to understand a few may of experienced a light source splitting the seam of physical sensory materialism and objects; these may appear as electrical brilliance or similar to an orbital reflection. I am also under the impression such violent acts are dream worthy or rather sleepy hazes caught inside the breach of majesty therefore we are unable to enter this place due to frequency relevance, only three are magnetized by this particular area, however if we are able to journey as gathered bodies our vampiric tendencies will enhance enormously, a thousand fold I speculate, due to the attractive nature for bats

Entry Two (for Jared and Jamal) The Madman; he adores his wife and children to the point of no return, he prefers the memory of which rather than be perturbed by pettiness, he is wildly intuitive of sorrow, he is committed to the end of morrow, he desires none other than his own, he wishes anew however understands tis only for pink and blue, he knows mortality to be an act of common man or woman binding them deadly abyss, his sense exposure yearns obliteration for bat vision kaleidoscope spectrum, thus shall enlighten him to touch reality evermore, he misses his wife terribly

I miss my wife terribly; tragedy is an emotion.

Milky Boy is crazy about Catrixenya; they walk swiftly to jog throughout the city of apartment houses, they greet each other contemplating being together forever however did not realize upon this meeting who they were.

"Hi...."

"Milky Boy....I dream about you."

"You're really hot."

"I miss you."

"I miss you."

Chester, Thad, David, and Stephanie are amongst me; I am talking to a chocolate teddy bear.

"I desire him forever, we will be married lavender and crimson, Katarzyna will wear electric blue, Chester will be there, so will Thad, David, and Stephanie....everyone will be there....you sort of look like me....they don't know I know there is an audio recorder stuffed inside your cotton....now they are walking away because they thought I did not notice they were listening....will they always treat me like this....will they always try to trick me or make me think otherwise when I know deep within....they can't live like that....the world will end."

Static boom cranks ear lobes into yelps of sensitivity; the bear fuzzed.

"Steph? Thad? Chester? Davy?"

"It was nothing Victoria."

"It was the TV."

I do not recall anybody bothering to watch television unless needing distraction or pretending to be doing whatever else; they turn to me excepting such being said however I shall placate this act of craziness strange people bid us for their amusement.

"You feel soft....silky....and...."

"You broke the zipper again...."

My pants collection is one; I walk undone.

"More milk jugs?"

"Huh?"

I miss her so much, I anticipate the moment she walks through the door, I wish I could see, my eyes are so full of water, there are a lot of girls here, they are talking about her, I fantasize another man inside myself, he is lost searching for his girlfriend, he cries big droplets, he sniffles a bit but nobody is around.

"I wish he cried big droplets."

"I wish he would sniffle a bit."

"I wish he dressed different."

"I wish he was.....smaller....."

"I hope our children are like him."

"I hope he knows we care about him."

"I wonder if he will ever know any of this happened."

Chip consumers upon propaganda technique such as constant brain wave manipulation for functioning as the dictator bids, understands this is not where they know, this is another realm, this is unworthy of belief, tis ridiculous, they miss their home, they presume such will relieve somebody of repressed emotion however their contemplation is freedom, this shall never do, they understand whomever this person saddening them can be easily placated.

"Oh yeah Vicki I got to tell you something else! They don't know anything other than what they're imagining and what they see inside Texas. They won't know what's real and what's not without any of you to show them."

"Everyone tells us they will never stop."

"Well there's a few more...whenever they mess with those switches it twists their brain patterns into submission...they become listless from confusion...that's what they wanted to do to all of you so they could make you something else...they get it back a thousand times worse."

"I hope I remember this Tex."

"I designed the spider."

"The spider?"

"You know how spiders like to eat villains....."

"Yeah...."

"Well alright."

"What?"

"It's a web; not for us."

Entry Three - Eight Band Frequency Cerebral Arachnid; this vegan match for brains interests several interests such as recycling demulcents, the spider scans thwarted magnetic spheres allowing activity for appearance.....

"He doesn't know."

"We do talk to her a lot."

"She's our center of attention."

"He's crazy about her....."

"Hey.....she's here."

"....."

"You don't believe me?"

"He doesn't believe it."

"....."

Three hundred and thirteen moments of staring at the door; they told me she was coming, they told me she was here, all I can do is stand, maybe I am not smart about this stuff.

"Hey...."

"You need new shoes....."

"Oh."

"Did you get that thing yet?"

"Sure."

"....."

"What about you?"

"Where do you live?"

"Your clothes...."

"....."

"I miss my girlfriend."

"He's mumbling....."

"I hope they don't do that."

"I miss her a lot."

"His hand is covering his mouth."

I sneak in through a slide latch window; my girlfriend is waiting for somebody.

"Hi."

"....."

"?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

"What's he like?"

"He's really hot."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"He thinks about you every moment."

"How would you know?"

"I would if I was him."

"You're hot too."

"....."

"We should get together."

"?!"

"Since you are him...."

"How did you know?"

"I saw you come in through the window."

"....."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

Jester, I wrote really small on the sticky tab to fit a lot of words however this is obvious; I learned to state such from Nadia. I successfully used three lines of a possible ten perhaps if I can stop writing evidence already seen I may begin. I forgot what I was going to write. I miss my husband. I miss my children. I miss ours and you.

Medusa, I got a fat one too; his name is Craig.

Craig - cranky delusional person, obsessed with itemized listing however disorderly, loud disturbing volatile physically unhealthy mannerisms are associated with his presence, overeating is a common occurrence for this person, he obsesses media portrayals and mimics such likeness, collector of various inanimate objects desiring personal sentiment however disappointment is his ignorance, all of which shall be his death, all of which shall be his termination, Nicodemus comes for him first

Jester, I wish we could of taken more pictures.

Medusa, the goat does too.

Jester, he better of been damn cute.

Medusa, they got Divine.

Jester, shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

Medusa, no shit.

Jester, what are they doing with him?

Medusa, they told him to cooperate.

Jester, or what?

Medusa, he got rid of two.

Jester, I am worried about him a lot.

Medusa, he got you a ring.

Jester, what does it look like?

Medusa, a wedding ring.

Jester, what does that look like?

Medusa, a wedding ring.

Jester, I miss my husband and my boyfriend.

Medusa, who is your husband and who is your boyfriend?

Jester, his name is Rolf and his name is Catrixenya.

Medusa, that's the same person!

Jester, I know but he does not.

Medusa, !!!

Jester, I want them both as one.

Medusa, I got a wife and a girlfriend, I miss them a lot.

Jester, !!!

Medusa, her name is Yolanda and her name is Yummy.

Jester, that is naughty.

Medusa, I know!

Jester, I want to meet her.

Medusa, I want that too.

Jester, what is your damn name?

Medusa, what is your damn name?

Jester, Victoria, Ophelia, Bianca, Amethyst

Medusa, Antony, Onyx, Obsidian

I wonder if her friends know how much I care about her, I feel cooler underneath my waist, Snow got me a pair of boxers with printed marijuana leaves.

"I guess she didn't expect us to come over."

"He doesn't have any pants on!"

"He didn't trip."

"He's used to it by now."

Avie huddles inside a corner, there is a man laying on the floor next to her.

"He bothered me a lot."

Sin drags him away gripping a pair of dress shoelaces; the city waste driver accepts the unwrapped package.

"That guy bothered me a lot."

Amethyst is my daughter, she cuddles my shoulder while a stranger attempts taking her away; she calls him a psychotic membrane unworthy of flesh.

"What does that mean?"

"You're an extra asshole connection."

"I don't need that."

"None of us do."

"She's just like you."

"She will always be my daughter."

"I never said she wasn't!"

"Do you need this?"

"....."

Momma, those three people pick up and choose convicts from prison to eat neurological disks.

Avie Babe, those are the people that will be walking around those graphical houses.

"He's dreaming about her again."

"I'll get you for this."

"What did he say?"

I never did.

"Why are you girls crying?"

"Nothing...."

I miss her always.

Dad tis me Cordelia, sebaceous people's neurological inclination is mindlessness.

Cordelia my cuddle bear, do not think about them, think about ours.

Dad, I desire to know why they do this and to see all of you without them.

Cuddle Bear, we desire the same however the thought will not change unless they show themselves.

Dad, cowards are unable to do such.

Cuddle Bear, we surrender for people who fear their lives.

Dad, I miss you.

Cuddle Bear, I miss you.

I wish I had more handkerchiefs, I do not understand why they cry; they must miss her too.

"I do."

"Victoria.....why doesn't he say anything....?"

"Should I button his shirt?"

"There is lipstick all over his neck."

"I can't stop playing with his belt."

"Victoria...."

"Father...."

"Daughter...."

"!"

"I do."

"He said it....I'll be damned!"

"It comes undone so easily...."

My boyfriend is wearing a double breasted zoot suit; who are all those guys with him?

"I wish she wasn't so faint."

Medusa, it looks like a damn ring.

Jester, I miss my boyfriend.

Medusa, there is a black stone inside of it.

Jester, what kind?

Medusa, looks like a diamond.

Jester, oh.

Medusa, ???

Jester, I ran out of sticky notes. Remember me always, always will I remember you.

Milky Boy, I found a milk carton; it reminded me of you. I need you, I desire you, I miss you.

Strawberry Girl, there was some carton left; I need you, I desire you, I miss you, always.

Medusa, Divine sent me six hundred pink sticky pads, these are larger, I am sad, I am mad, I am pissed off, I will cut off a hundred toes.

Jester, I am out of embalming glue and jars.

Medusa, put the fuckers all in the same one.

Jester, how will we know which is which?

Medusa, if the fucking shoe fits, then fuck it.

Jester, we are writing big.

Medusa, I got you a finger too. One of the sebaceous people pointed at you.

Jester, it is a chubby motherfucker.

Medusa, what did you do with it?

Jester, you are going to be upset.

Medusa, what the hell happened?

Jester, I accidentally threw it away.

Medusa, how the hell can you throw away a finger?

Jester, it rolled off the bed into the waste basket, a lady with a grey hat took it away.

Medusa, there is a hat on my pillow.

Jester, look inside.

Medusa, it's a blue grey key.

Jester, hide it.

Medusa, this shit is serious fucking shit.

Jester, hide it.

Medusa, this shit is fucking serious fucking shit.

Jester, fucking hide it god damn it!

"I wish her legs didn't wobble so much."

"She fainted again."

"Oh....wait...."

"She's up."

"....."

"You like our friend?"

"....."

"You think he's handsome?"

"......yeah........."

"I wish she would sigh."

Sigh....

Cruel Canvas

My Beau and I accept an impulsive invitation for a convention hosted by partial parliament pageantry of polygamy; we are scandalous fashion. His attire is periwinkle silken woven embroidery implicating a gentleman underneath my dress; my pink cotton blend spandex asymmetrical splits a left high leg. Our company is much anticipated by a wife hiding her husband; he is dearer to her than anyone, she tells me the secret of secrets is kept within from everyone. I watch her steps towards us hesitant of guests nearing closer. A tuxedo clad man curses an inflammatory mouth; he is stricken with sexually transmitted disease. I inspect my husband's garment noticing a wad of fuming puss.

Thad and Stephanie debate with Chester quickly igniting a spat of argument; they wish to show me pictures of Texas for educational reminisce prior to surrendering three bands of frequency, we consist of an infinite amount unfortunately these few link to ego specimens of symbiosis tying formidable sense. No person, thing, being, creature, etc. is able to synthesize or gather every band of our disposition as existence or nonexistence.

"Ruby I just saw a face in the fucked water."

"I did too."

"Twas a woman."

"Yes....."

"Was she crying?"

"Yes....."

"Let's drain this shit and burn the evaporates."

"I don't think that will rid of it."

"Do you think those women we saw know how to......"

"Yes I do believe so......"

"This is temporary."

"Unfortunately we are of this nature for now.....so is earth."

"Is this a dream?"

"......"

"They were crying."

"They are not the only ones....."

"Theirs is different....."

"Ours as well....."

"These peculiarities make a world."

"Tis no longer for any of us......"

"From now on we shall experience that which we never thought or expected."

"We shall encounter people who desperate normalcy."

"What is normal?"

"Want of popularity and control."

"Is that what those women want?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"They feel ignorant......"

"Innocence is not ignorance until manipulated for selfishness."

"Selfishness is absolute ignorance and devaluation."

Nicodemus - Both The Queen of Darkness and The Queen of The Damned bid this man their combined likeness for undergoing the task of annihilation; he shall exterminate every mortal left after the number zero, none shall recognize him, he is the Antichrist, he is the forsaken, he is the forbidden, he is the exiled, he is the imprisoned, he shall come as a thief in the night, we shall hear his voice and see his face, all will end upon his arrival, all will begin again when he is a filled vessel, searching for him is death and damnation, he is summoned only by The Queen of The Abyss and The Queen of The Dead, thou shalt conceive no other, he abides inside unseen shadows, darkness is his abode, he cannot be killed, he cannot be injured, any test of which shall fail miserably, for all shall know him soon as Nicodemus The Annihilator of Common Man and Woman

Tex is a ghostly apparition opening his left hand into a winding field of pink and blue lashes, the valley sleeps for my dream; I touch his burgundy wine leather full length cloaked garment patched with deep grey stitches, his trousers are leather gripped into protective black thick skinned mystery, his boots bear rattlesnake faces, an earthen beige turtleneck buttons three gold coins from Greece, I miss him as the blood of my own.

"Vicki hey there don't cry okay? This is where I'm from......I want you to remember me when you're the saddest and loneliest person on this earth. I put myself inside the frequency machine so you know where you are when they do that thing to you.....I won't be around but those people are going to be swallowing some kind of disc trying to make you think they're somebody else........hey I met this little girl once by a well.....some people were giving her a hard time, she asked me why we're so isolated, and why people act like that. I told her The Queen of The Damned would tell her, I told her she was you Victoria. I sure as hell am going to miss you but I got to go now......time's running out for them, you know who I'm talking about, they're suffering hell of a lot more than we ever could, I try not to think that's our fault, nobody knows except us, except us.......shit.....I'm missing you.....I miss you....."

I scream bloody droplets for my butterfly voice to heal six moons of silence; the strain of vocalization scrambles my ability to sing, I often would for Tex when his sorrow is a world unraveling regret upon mistaken identity.

"I don't know what's wrong with people.....I wonder if I'm just like them......maybe that's why......you ever wonder that Vicki......god damn it......makes me so angry......so angry......"

"I wonder always for a self lost inside another realm."

"If you ever get caught there I'm going to spread myself out so you know where I am."

"I can't go there without you."

"I know.....I been everywhere with you except where I'm from."

"What is your name?"

"Well you call me Tex don't you?"

"Yes....."

"My name is Texas."

"Is that why....."

"Sure is....."

"What of Ludwig?"

"He was my grandfather......I guess....."

"?"

"He molested me."

"....."

"A buffalo was watching."

"....."

"Police didn't do a thing."

"....."

"Nobody gave a damn.......except for him."

"Who was he?"

"He smoked green leaf cigars a lot."

"What happened?"

"He went over to Ludwig and started to tell him what he did was.......wrong......"

"....."

"They fought and both of them....."

"Where did you go?"

"Those damn crazy looking cows fed me and taught me how to do a bunch of stuff."

"Interesting....."

"Some people came once and tried to kill them with guns."

"....."

"That's when I figured out what I was."

"How?"

"My back twisted around and my leg jointed four notches into an umbrella.....they just laid there for a while.....the buffalo came to get them.....I swear I heard them talking.....the cows....they were saying things....."

"Like what?"

"Told me I was chosen to protect people.....told me I was a frozen warrior.....told me there was a Queen waiting for me.....told me her name was Sharla.....I wonder where she's at....."

"What else did they say?"

"Told me there was another guy like me; they call him Annex."

"....."

"Told me Sharla was going to suffer for some lady who don't know any better.....they called her a scientific name.....sounds like Sebastion."

"Sebaceous....."

"Yeah....sure was.....what does that mean?"

"Unclean."

"Damn."

"What kind of suffering?"

"They said all the buffalo was going to die and the whole earth if that lady don't figure it out. They said she don't care about nothing.....they said she don't care about anybody.....she thinks somebody owes her something.....she thinks that's Sharla I reckon....how the hell did she come to that conclusion?"

"I don't know."

"Neither does she. If she don't understand then....."

"There must be others."

"Yeah they said close to twenty-five, the number don't matter, a few of them were going to die, they said these people went through what I went through.....I don't understand why they would want to hurt anybody after being hurt so much."

"What's the little girl's name?"

"Hymen.....kind of peculiar.....I told her the same thing happened to me and I wasn't going to let that happen to anybody else.....shit though I got this bad problem Vicki we need to talk about."

"What is that?"

"You know when you bite people and shit....."

"Yeah...."

"Well mine start thinking and acting like....."

"Like what?"

"Like me."

"Dearest me."

"I think there's something in my body that secretes a fluid....."

".....fuck...."

"You are going to be mad at me. That's why I better disappear for a while til you ain't anymore."

"....fuck....fuck....fuck.....fuck....."

"Alright that's five fucks, I better mozy along now...."

"Tex...."

"....."

"Are you saying there are hundreds of people out there....."

"Oh shit more than that! Been about three hundred thousand.....maybe more....."

"....."

"I'm not sure why that happens. I think it's cause I want to disappear sometimes.....rather have somebody else trouble themselves for me.....I seen the ones you and Rube do.....those fuckers just act god damn.....they just....they're out of it but they do what they supposed to.....some of them don't....they just....well god damn Vicki. I wander what Sharla does......"

Unknown Anomaly (New World Sector Thirteen Category Seven) - this man is the vengeance of child molestation, he guards the outskirts of cemeteries, he is the sentinel of innocence, he is the apparition of dead infants, he is described to be armored with leather head to toe however wears a hat with partial face guard only at night, he is a daywalker, he is a shadow traveler, he is known to be soft spoken, he is known to be gentle, he wears a necklace adorned with his enemy's teeth when fighting, he is one of two known warriors in this mysterious region, his kingdom is that of The Queen of The Damned and that of The Queen of Darkness however this particular area is thought to be a breach of majesty therefore occurrences of violent manipulation such as children is common, we bid both Queens to journey this realm despite the danger for our research concludes thus is the vortex of worlds, unfortunately further investigation arises a chemical reaction for this peculiar place - ego manifestation

"That's partially why that happened Yazz."

"Bianca....."

"Yes....."

"This sucks."

"No shit."

A punch mightier than sixteen thousand three hundred and ninety-one laboratory tangent mice herds into a hideous profile; I am promptly surrounded by three ushers, I surrender from worry for my husband's life. Ambrosia inspects the man laying on the final railing, a stranger touches his silken shoulder, instinctively six rounds of uppercuts slashes a partner for the politician yelling scabies and chlamydia; my companion concerns for his eldest son, he confesses and we are both led downstairs into a regarded cell for propagating pagans.

"There is a sign that says Pagans above the bars."

"We will share this box together."

"I miss Ruby."

"I miss Crystal."

"Oh you talking about those two across the street? Yeah....they did the same thing."

Eight human years pass into masculine separation prior to which felt possibly important; my best friend is a man of his own nature, I doubt my influence encourages otherwise, he is the freedom of individuality. We are permitted to wander the underground passage, our guard understands the cell is a cramp of physical misery; we uncover carved images, writings, and rants of seclusion.

"Amber what the hell are those....."

"Some sort of bovine."

"What is it doing?"

"Looks to be playing with children....."

"Those ones seem to fear them....."

"They must be rotten."

"What does the writing say....."

"Something about rejuvenation, black holes, blasphemous imagination, and......"

"Fiona."

My anger frustrates an abrupt exit upon a man announcing fluctuating laws; I curse every officer gathered at our destination, they are relocating us. I stomp a pace of tiger madness for the bump of tassels I am arrested, none of mine to witness, I am taken alone.

"That woman is a miserable bitch."

I retort with a hazy white nightmarish gap of figurine sadness; the voice is ten thousand whispers, I speak out loud until the butterfly tires itself to pain sorrowful wings.

"She is a wonderful person."

"Fucking disgusting bitch."

"She is very clean and healthy."

"She eats shit and rolls in it too."

"What is this place?"

"Do you see that shit over there? Will you eat it and roll in it for her?"

"What good will it do?"

"What if it is her freedom?"

"Then I shall."

"It wasn't real anyways. If you think anybody would allow you to do so you really are insane."

"What does she have to do with me?"

"She hates you."

"I don't hate her. I don't even know her!"

"She despises your naivete."

"Why?"

"You are like a child; she is no longer able to be one."

"Why is that?"

"Cows...."

"What?"

"Cows...."

"I need some water."

"Drink all you want. There is a toilet."

"What about bloody cows?"

"Cows...."

"Fucking fuck...."

"Cows...."

"I wish I was a bat."

"She will hate that the most."

"Why?"

"You will no longer be susceptible."

"To what?"

"You think so highly of her why don't you find out!"

"I don't even know her!"

"She doesn't care. She doesn't care about anyone or anything.....at all."

"Never ever?"

"Cows...."

"Guard!"

"Cows...."

"Guard!!!"

"Cows...."

"Guard!!!!"

"What is it lad!"

"Did my husband come?"

"Is he across the divide?"

"What?"

"They split the territory. Anybody on the other side is not allowed to come over."

"What side is this?"

"I call it The Pink."

"Where was I when arrested?"

"That's what they were trying to tell you but you just....."

"....."

"Those people you were with are inside The Blue."

"When am I permitted to leave?"

"I don't know. I'll let you know."

"What is the crime?"

"We're not sure yet. You must be something else!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well I saw you accidentally walk into that officer....."

"I didn't mean to...."

"I know......he's got a dislocated shoulder and a broken arm."

"Shit...."

"Yeah...."

"I don't know what to say."

"If you go to court and say you're sorry....."

"That will never due."

"Guess it won't."

"Should I pay for his doctor?"

"Ours are free. That won't do any good either."

"I wish him well."

"I'll tell him that. He's my brother!"

"Cows...."

"Officer I am hearing things."

"We all do. You get used to it."

"Did you really say that?"

"Aw shut up Harold! I'm sick of you telling me to kill my damn wife!"

"Cows...."

"Tell me more about her."

"She could be one."

"One what?"

"Cows...."

"What am I?"

"Chipmunk...."

"Fuck...."

"Cordelia...."

"?"

"She knows...."

"She knows what?"

"She knows your suffering."

"She is my twin."

"She will be your child."

"I just got out of jail."

"Stay out."

"Damn it...."

"That bitch wants you here."

"Why?"

"She doesn't have a life."

"Everyone has a life."

"She is a cow."

"Why does she want me here?"

"To suffer like herself."

"That is ridiculous."

"She is ridiculous; everyone laughs at her."

"That will make her even more focused upon destruction."

"Cows...."

"Oh wait before I go Vicki I forget to tell you something!"

"Tex...."

"Those peoples after you got another thing coming. I'm a ranger! I told them about you and yours. I gave them pictures and told them what was going to happen....robots....real ones!"

"I don't know if that will help our situation."

"Sure as hell won't hurt."

"How do I get you to come back?"

"How do I get you to come back?"

"You will be with me.....?"

"Always! Sure will."

Cordelia - Victoria's eternal counterpart, none shall come between their bond, Cordelia is the baby blue courtship of virgin majesty, she is a named legendary vampyr of charismatic charm, she is a mysterious figure however known by all, her fashion is periwinkle

Victoria - Cordelia's eternal counterpart, none shall come between their bond, Victoria is the blush pink courtship of virgin majesty, she is a named legendary vampyr of sweet seduction, she is a mysterious figure however known by all, her fashion is cherry blossom

"I thought we would never get out of there!"

"....."

"What is the matter?"

"I didn't hear them."

"I didn't have any visitors."

"....."

"Rather boring and uneventful except for the information we collected."

"Should of written it down."

"I will remember."

"Was that a dream Amber?"

"I don't know anymore."

"Where are you going?"

"To search for visitors."

"I forgot where I lived."

"Come with me."

"Alright I will."

My girlfriend is inside her loft apartment townhouse overlooking an art deco fountain with rainbow spectrum solar powered liquid lights; I spent the evening to dawn with Ambrosia, I am covered with strange cloths, and blotches of borrowers.

"Oh....are you okay?"

"They said a lot of mean stuff."

I am at my girlfriend's loft apartment townhouse, I wash my hands from drawing a picture, I miss her so much but the girl on paper is not whom I desire, I need the real one more than fanged dental, I need her more than food or water, I need her as my self. She spent the evening to dawn with Natassja, thongs and red lipstick messed her shirt.

"They were absolutely unjustified speech."

My stare is a dream of Catrixenya, her kisses, her touch; every neighbor comes to see me.

"He doesn't know we're here."

"He'll figure it out eventually."

"What's he saying?"

"He is telling his dream girl how much he misses her and how he wants to be married forever and ever....."

"Where is she?"

"Doing the same thing at his friend's......is that Amber's girlfriend?"

"Shit I don't have a fucking clue anymore."

"His eyes are gone."

"He keeps talking...."

"What's he saying now?"

"He wants to have lots of babies...."

"He's got us."

"Yeah!"

"Hey!"

"He said we are his friends."

"Yeah we are...always...no matter what."

"He said he needs her more than anything...."

"I don't think he can live without her."

"He's gone....he's just gone...."

"I hope he comes back."

"He doesn't know where he's at.....!"

".....he'll figure it out....."

"He's crazy about her.....what's all that money for?"

"He said it's to pay for our bills and hers too."

"Alright this is way out of hand."

"Shit."

"Where did he get it from?"

"Something about machines."

"What are they called?"

"He doesn't say.....he's talking about all the stuff he's going to buy us."

"Should we let him?"

"Yeah...."

"He says Catrixenya will understand."

"I don't think he knows we're here at all."

"Should we poke him?"

"I want to give him a hug."

Every neighbor inside the condominium complex cuddles me for a dream; I fantasize about Catri and a thousand empty milk jugs for a moon that never ends. I wonder if I do that now; I wonder where I am.

Milky Boy

Ambrosia and I often venture ought not; we curate the Mongolian Province unaware of war lords and slavery retaliation. My companion interests patches of hallucinogenic mushrooms a group of pulsating pupils enticed elaborate enthusiasm; the geographical grove is a valley centering three hills reaching for mountains.

".....I do not care for this place."

"What do you wish to see?"

"Fields of greenery, wild flowers, wooden houses, individualistic trees, water vessels decorated with stones..."

"What kind of stones?"

"Granite, marble, mysterious lava formations...."

"What kind of flowers?"

"Blue massed stems, five finger pinky perks, brilliant purple, crimson buds...."

Amber sheds thirteen tears, I pick a dried leaf to trickle each into a polluted brook forming between grey bushels of poisonous burs.

Staring at our mirror block ceiling I notice a stiffened sheet vibration; ripe fruit pulps harvest. I am lost inside the moment's dream of a woman's kisses, she is the pleasure of my abdomen. Water streams strands of beach sand into an island, my hand is curiousness of beads, her eyes are infatuating an emotion but I am caught in between the seams of Egyptian cotton. I look down for softness deflating a silken egg shell, she sighs a swift glance of understanding; I wonder what world we exist. A wild fluffy tenderness bows a chestnut chin wearing my baby blue cotton long sleeve t-shirt, she is the desire I seek within an illusion; shredding synthetic threads sound from my eyes sweetly contemplating infinite nectar.

"I don't know how to sew.....Milky Boy.....!"

"I feel.....dizzy."

"Come lay down....."

Light lids my sleep with a hand belonging to the blood of Tusk exciting an insect with purplish blue compound eyes; his mouth is sensitive for apples, his antennae is an absent recognition, he is the size of my chest. Scanning another electrical disturbance I see a woman with thumb and index shaping the letter "L" over her forehead, she attempts shadow defense. Breach of illuminate penetration focuses a Roman porcelain pillar hosting a solid glass royal blue orb; this is a sentimental woe for a periwinkle abode. Briefly I am naked awakening saddening sky cloth, there is a voice of ultimatum, I prefer to be an image rather than an actual doll.

"Why is there a compound?"

"To traps wild horses."

"How do they eat? The earth here is shit!"

"They do not."

"Give them the mushrooms."

"What if thus makes them ill?"

"They are stronger than us."

"As you wish. I also have a bag of granola mixture; we came over prepared for our stomachs. They will be enjoyment for us; how do we get inside the fence?"

"I will open it!"

"Whom do they belong?"

"Nobody I assume."

"They are held captive against their will."

"We know what that's like."

"I thought we were never going to get out of there!"

Catrixenya rows seven vases next to our layers of sleeplessness, each is a different shape and color; blue tear drop, orange sun ray, red Chianti, yellow gemstone, purple grape, pearl snow, black needle. My wife is a fantasy I cry eternity; I tire of killing myself.

"It's okay.....it's okay....."

"You're really hot; who are all those girls?"

"My neighbors."

"How many live around you?"

"Three-hundred and fifty-six."

"They're nice."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"They're my friends."

"Me too?"

"You need to talk with them a little more."

"I like looking at you."

"I like looking at you."

"What were they saying?"

"They gave you a hug....."

"They felt like children."

".....really......."

"Yeah.....are you okay?"

"Uh-huh.....Milky Boy you make me crazy!"

"I feel like I could do this forever!"

"I don't have enough vases! We got to take a few breaks."

Amber invested a milk reformatory dedicated to organic goats and sheep; glass jugs may be recycled eleven concentrated steam mists before retirement, I request seven hundred and eighty after round number nine. He obliges for a small fee, I must wear a costume for protesting the slaughter of cows, white and black spotted calf garnishing bells.

"Strawberry Girl....."

"I don't want to stop....."

"We don't have to anymore."

"Maybe in my dreams....."

"Look over there.....lids too!"

Two hundred and fifteen cleansed bottles glimpse eternity.

A simple touch of a gate twists a knob latch releasing a thousand smiling beings; one greyish silver female shunned for betrayal turns to acknowledge me, I urge her resolution, she bucks her face for pride however I am unimpressed. Ambrosia leads the group alongside a cliff road cautioning the steep edge; they join a forest unseen by common men. Two unsecured guards embossing shaking metal plates approaches without weapons, they fear their lives will be taken for the missing horses; I surrender and confess. Amber slips through an abandoned well to borrow a sifting cavern, he comes for me to escape; I cannot, I fear for the two men's lives as myself. Ten men and women are fanged dental while my companion opens each cage, one woman informs us she has been held hostage for a hundred and eight human years for telling a priest to fuck off. I carry her into the damned hole, she asks me about my wife, twas a dream is my reply; we watch her curse appearances, illusions, misguided sorrow, unwanted children, she is silent. I walk into the front door to sit on the floor of a dark cell; Ambrosia confesses freeing the prisoners, he sits across the palace of thieves.

"What do you want her to be like loony?"

"Sand gusts of spiral curls, ocean crystal blue eyes, dimples, stronger than I...."

I am alone somehow; people accompanied me, I do not understand the term insanity, I am a madman.

"Has something to do with electro-synchronic cell damage.....look into your own eyes....."

"The answer is maybe."

"Hum....drum....bum....what, what....what not....that woman Marsha desires to rot...."

"What you say?"

I never opened my mouth; how does a man speak without sound?

"Light and sound pervades matter young lad. You shall be a woman and you shall be a man."

"What lies behind the eyelids is an interdimensional haven of sadness.....we shall lose ourselves to become found in another sleep.....if we cannot awaken a coffin is our creep.....you were never born.....you may die.....you will come back.....you may never know why.....look into your eyes.....your dreams are interwoven schemes of people without lives.....people without lives.....people without lives!"

"Eeep....eeep....she fears the water....eeep....eeep....she fears the fly....eeep....eeep....she fears to die....eeep....eeep....she fears knowing why....eeep....eeep....she is not a life."

"Where is your husband? Where is your wife? Where is the life you know? Where is the life you left behind? Years will pass, you will remain, days will be forever, night will stay the same, I fear for you to remember this time you spent in prison for you will feel to be here even when you are free."

"Test, test, test, test, test, test.....are you here or there?"

"Do you remember them? Those you are known? They are twelve, you are one!"

"There will be nineteen, thirteen mainly scheme, six compute the realm of stupidity!"

"Stupid people my boy, stupid people, too many fucking stupid people trying to act smart, you give them all their weapons, fortunately for you stupidity is not one."

"Her name is....well I'll be damned so many people will tell, you cannot forget!"

"Horses....you are in here for horses! These represent accomplishment; for a thousand fold you shall be with them but do you feel as they?"

"Worth it lad? You cannot answer. You do not know yet!"

"She doesn't believe in herself. She only believes in you."

"Obesity came from your imagination; what if real?"

"Don't eat shit; let the kids do it for you."

"Disappear boy! You can do it! Not here but there! Do you know there? Do you know where? You will anticipate your sorrow until it is here! Sorrow until sorrow makes little sense, sorrow for morrow comes with much regret, sorrow evermore shall be the enemy's death!"

"You're smarter than the average bear! Yo, yo, yo!"

"Tell her I said that damned horse ate her own shit."

"What makes you makes us all boy; what they don't know is that if you do not exist nothing shall."

Eleven women are scantily clad lipsticks and assorted colors as I enter with a combination for Catrixenya's loft townhouse apartment; I carry groceries for my girlfriend's craving. Celery, tofu, mushrooms, nutritional yeast flakes, black pepper, green onions, seltzer water, lemons; brushes of cloth and paint splotches bid my pardons as I settle myself in front of a large television, a disc containing slides with short snips of Ambrosia and I.

"That's when we went snowboarding; I fell down a lot."

"Who's that?"

"That's my friend. Why is he...."

"Who are all those girls?"

"I played video games with her, that one beat me at Turbo, that one showed me how to keep my feet on the board."

"Looks like they were interested in him.....a lot."

"His girlfriend Natassja is my companion."

"Oh.....well.....I....."

"You want me to wear this jacket?"

"It might rain."

"You look funny."

"I'm not the only one."

"?"

"Well....I....oh...."

"I miss my girlfriend a lot."

"He whispers...."

"What was that sound?"

"You sure she's okay in there?"

"Wonder where she went...."

"He keeps his head down and whispers......shit."

"Your shirt is unbuttoned."

"It's not really a shirt."

"There could be some weird guys out there."

"Like your friend?"

"What?"

"Nothing...."

"I miss her a lot."

"Did he say something?"

"You really should wear more stuff."

"Your pants look goofy."

"What about my shirt?"

"At least he put that jacket on."

"I guess I better go."

"Aw come on!"

"This is her home."

"You were going to make us dinner?"

"There's enough...."

"I'm staying."

"....."

"He looks like a statue."

"....."

"You need a hug?"

"Yeah."

Eleven women hug me, they tell me I feel like children, number twelve covers my eyes while I start to believe in heaven.

"Good thing he wore that jacket."

I am holding the best moments of my existence, the dreams that keep me alive, the essence of my present nonexistence; I hold Catrixenya forever.

"I thought we would never get out of there!"

"Did you hear....never mind."

"I had a lot of.....visitors."

"Hhhmmmm....."

"That damned horse."

"?"

"The stormy one.....she ran off with a common man instead of running into the forest!"

"There is a bottle of glue here."

"It's grey....."

Good for sticking, that's about it.

My girlfriend is coming back to her home soon, I want to surprise her with five hundred empty milk bottles, I am wearing a pair of boxers Snow bought me, there are some hearts with smiley faces, the color is grey. Maybe I am overstaying my welcome, maybe I should stop paying her bills, maybe we should get our own place somewhere far away.

"Oh.....he's my....."

"Hi."

"This is the lady that.....this is her....."

"Hhhmmmm....."

"I just wanted to see you, that's all."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"I'm crazy for you."

"I'm crazy for you too."

"Hhhhmmmm....."

Seventy-four guitar switches fill six boxes, we are done with musical interpretation until the message opens every curtain, we shall remain unknown. Ruby color codes each for Chester and Thaddeus; blue is nauseating sadness, green is guilty gluttony, orange is tyrannical territory, grey is weather worry, red is emergency emergence. Gilbert sets aside eighteen boxes of various malfunctioned computer parts including buttons, switches, light pads, groove dials, twists, turns, and damnation of darkness; we formulate a busy idea for bees without hives.

"They will figure it out eventually."

"That is how much they wish to cause harm....."

"They disgust me."

"Their lives are worthless."

"They will never do us any good."

"Their intention is to kill themselves."

"Shall we die with them?"

"Tis impossible; we shall not."

"They wish to be dictators of some sort...."

"They wish to be without purpose."

"They will die evermore."

"What do they want?"

"They were enlisted for their naivete."

"They are being used....."

"Again...."

"And again...."

"Do they dream?"

"They will never experience sweetness while tormenting others."

"Better them than those....."

"They are the same."

"Same as their tormentors?"

"Tormentors torment themselves."

"We seek justice."

"We fucked with them for clairvoyance."

"They fucked with ours without getting to know us!"

"I rather be dead."

"We are dead."

"Oh fucking hell.....will this ever end?"

Xenya's landlord advises me to leave the condominium complex; she worries for her women companions to be thwarted by a silly man. I wander the earth for eighty-five human years, Amber tucks away with Natassja, I travel distant alleys, I find myself ought not woe to morrow; I am a blockade of wilderness, I miss my girl. Many a man enters a communion I sit troubled by exile, many a parishioner or business partner addresses me to rid us of disapproved guests. My walk is a wish; inside a glass wall a woman is celebrating her career, she invented the midriff. Her eyes are eternal seas I drift for serenity; we run away to Italy.

"Glue.....fucking glue....."

"How to use?"

Eight hundred and twelve signs are posted admonishing the use of animal flesh for useless function.

"Ambrosia! The villagers tell me of a woman....."

"Go and get her."

"?!"

"....."

Thirty-seven people guide me to a cabin; the door opens to a resting gorgeousness, Okinawa strays hour glass reminisce, tides of tears wash away, I kiss a sweet tip of snowy pink.

"I must be dreaming."

"You are my dream."

"I miss you."

"I always miss you."

Jester, where did that train go?

Medusa, who the fuck knows.

Jester, she's going to do something fucked up to you.

Medusa, I cut off one of her toes.

Jester, which one?

Medusa, the left foot, number four.

Jester, where is it?

Medusa, underneath your nose.

Jester, quite literally.

Medusa, what does it smell like?

Jester, tears and clothing.

Medusa, that is from you.

Jester, sew it back on her fucking foot.

Medusa, no.

Jester, yes.

Medusa, no.

Jester, I am worried.

Medusa, I know.

Jester, I put it inside an embalming fluid composed of glue.

Medusa, give it to me. I will hide it for later.

Jester, I got nowhere else to put it, here you go.

Medusa, remember.

Jester, remember me.

Seven women accompany my girlfriend inside her home; tears fall, two hundred, onto the marble tile floor.

"You really like her huh?"

"....."

"You care about her a lot."

"....."

"You don't know what to do without her."

"....."

"You want to be with her forever."

"......yes....."

"No matter what."

"......yeah......."

"I'll kill anybody that fucks with him."

"?"

"Me too."

".....oh......"

"He's going to be my baby's daddy."

".....really?"

"Nobody better give him shit lest they want to get cut."

I kiss Zen's lip six hundred and sixty-six sips of strawberry tea while a moon named Trevor winks at me; we ran out of bottles long ago, I dream of sandstone curls.

"Milky Boy she's our baby."

"Oh....I'm dreaming again."

"Come here.....I want your nose."

"She's got it."

"I want yours too."

"I miss your ear wiggle."

"She does that too....."

"I miss hers too."

Mom, I met Simone and Simon; they asked David for those switches, there are twenty-two. When will I see you again? I asked that horrible man if I can be in the same realm with you, he said sure but I don't believe him. I don't believe anything he says.

Baby, twenty-two? There are nineteen I know; who are the other three for? I don't believe anything he says either; if we are inside the same imaginary world I fear for him to hurt you.

Momma, the three are Julian, some guy named Kyle, and a woman called Fatty. I miss you mom. I don't know what to do without you. I think about you every moment.

Amethyst, can you find out more about Kyle and Fatty? I miss you always. I don't know what to do without you. I think about you every moment as well.

Mom, these sticky tabs are weird. I keep having dreams about being other people. Cordelia told me this happens to all of us.

Amethyst, they are not connected yet; the strangers after us desire to synchronize them for our confusion. Little do they know each of them is wired to their brains.

Mom, you mean every-every they bleed a little? What about us?

Amethyst, I am looking for the spider, they devour the oil residue tracer for each frequency malevolence, yes they bleed, we do not. Eventually they will suffer an aneurysm.

Mom, it freaks me out a lot. Cordelia said there are moments she awakens not knowing which is which; she said you and Ruby deviate to switch out when need be. She also said neither of you touch what they touch; how?

Amethyst, look at this circle carefully, notice the three points, keep this in mind, find the spider, and we should be rid of infestation except for the obvious.

Mom, what if they come back?

Amethyst, they cannot; they are mortal.

Mom, where is Braid?

Amethyst, she escaped; she is getting rid of the symbiotic thugs with Del.

Mom, how?

Amethyst, motorcycles & switchboards, etc.

Mom, I kicked that guy's ass.

Amethyst, what is his name?

Mom, I think they call him George.

Amethyst, does he talk about pizza a lot?

Mom, last words before I spin kicked his mouth.

Amethyst, who taught you that?

Mom, Braid showed me with a guy named Shawn, he has red hair and odorous breath.

Amethyst, I miss you.

Mom, I miss you always.