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Caviar of whence fish shit crystal clear waters for eggs to hatch venomous frogs, I fucking forgot what I was originally going to write. The letter D is disastrous dastardly divulging discrimination however your chest is the letter F for fucking fuck those are the biggest fucking knockers I ever fucking saw! FFFF - fucking fuck fucking fuck - do not wear a bra, let it all hang out.

I drink three gallons of aquifer water for a man dreaming of Mt. Fuji; islands consummate lost floating pieces of volcanic mounds into oceans carrying a vessel of artesian matter. He meets me at a decorum diner green guitar pick onyx tear shaped eyeballs; I order a salad consisting of spring lettuce, eight miniature tomatoes, purple onion slice circles, cucumber slivers, tussled with red wine vinegar and black pepper. I watch him stare at a hamburger jolt to vomit King John as I neatly arrange the slab of cowardly slayer into a frowning face; the waiter is an aspiring actor, he cries bloody torture while we gather our pamphlets and brochures of New Mexico.

Bigguns Collection, if you are after my husbands please do remember they are monogamous. Thank you.

"What the fuck is this shit? Listen Sir.....I need to use the restroom now."

"Ma'am this here is a restricted area."

"Is there a restroom?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not restricted."

"Well I can't.....well I'm not supposed to.....he's got to stay there!"

"I drank three gallons of water."

"Okay let's go I got me a fucking jeep fast as hell."

"I adore you."

"What does that mean?"

"You are a gift to me from earth's mystery."

Victoria, how do we order bras?

Boobs, through a special catalog - there is a coded number sequence for each selection.

Victoria, this shit is expensive! Can you make it frugal?

Cheap Feminists, that is a lot of fucking material, what do you expect?

Moving boxes surround red walls with recycled cardboard Sharpie wallpaper; glass, tarps, toothbrushes, napkins, plates, toys, canned food, records, tapes, top secret. I excuse myself for intriguing the hangar as Brody, my four wheeled guide, talks to a doctor visiting a sergeant suffering influenza; while he chats I scat to the box labeled mystery, upon opening I discover several crates of tampons which fall everywhere.

"If you needed some should of let me know!"

"Brody I was just.....I.....Brody.....the box.....it says Top Secret on it. I had to know."

"There's nothing secret about this damn place."

"What is it called?"

"Area 51; people think there's fucking aliens and shit in here."

"The bathroom was beautiful."

"I built it myself."

"What is that big round thing over there?"

"It's some shit they broke."

"What?"

"It's supposed to be a universal clock but they fucking broke it."

"What was it supposed to do?"

"Hover around a magnetic pole and synchronize all the clocks in the world."

"Why would anybody want to do that?"

"They're stupid, that's why, come along I want to show you something else."

Victoria, it's me Chester, I got you a ring.

Chester, why?

Victoria, it's made out of unidentified flying objects.

Chester, what?

Victoria, go outside!

An encircled hoop of butterflies float a domed chamber above my mind however all I can envision is a blonde tuft of wolf with snowy blue eyes.

Chester, I miss my husband.

Victoria, no matter what anybody does you will always think of him.

Chess, why would somebody do something for me to forget?

Victoria, because they are jealous.

Chess, like you?

Victoria, it's different. Do you know what lesbians do?

Chess, it's an L word. We made all those rotten tv shows to confuse people.

Victoria, well it worked. Anyways I know how you feel about that. Try not to eat too much, you will throw up a lot.

"Brody that is the weirdest fucking thing."

"That's what I call it."

"You call it The Weirdest Fucking Thing?"

"Yep."

"What is the halo for?"

"Supposed to catch angels."

"I hate people."

"Did you see the suction cup?"

"I thought it was a mirror."

"We can see ourselves in it."

"What does that do?"

"Sticks to glass on top of a roof."

"The pyramid."

"How did you know?"

"I've been there before."

"Oh, shit's crazy ain't it?"

Emergency sector nine nine - Brody there's a fucking bunch of punks stealing Big Cig, my camera's in the glove compartment! Shit man! My sister's going to kill me! It's got pictures of her cats! They're some bad motherfuckers too. I hear them on the radio yapping some other kind of language.

"Brody will you excuse me....."

"I got no choice. We got no weapons here. I don't know what to do."

"Where are they exactly?"

"The desert basin....we can't go there."

"Why not?"

"We got no navigation for that place."

"Shit."

"I got a knife."

"Keep it."

"You don't carry nothing?"

"Let me borrow your hooded jacket."

"The black one?"

"Yes...."

"You got it."

Victoria, the fat bitch is going to make you miserable as all hell. I just want you to know that. Whatever happens she doesn't know how sharp you can be, literally. She wants to weaken you and subdue your strength. You are a fighter and nothing can stop that. The more she fucks with you the more her throat nears the katana. I didn't tell her that shit. If you off her nobody is going to care.

Thad, I don't give a fucking rat's ass about her throat or any other rodent body part of hers; anyone who associates with her the same. I advise cutting her off lest you will all end up killing one another from sheer hatred. Everybody wants me to destroy this woman however self destruction knows her better than we do. I prefer my husband and our children. If she persists to control an environment then hers will be out of control inside another's world.

Victoria, this is Chester, we let her go but she's going to end up using all of your provisions.

Chase and I discuss a banking ploy; the money circulates into a numberless line of those who know not what a circle creates. We name such after him and he will be the president.

"Brody if I do not come back I want you to leave this for my husband."

"Panties!!"

"I wanted to wear it for him. I never got a chance to wear any....."

"Damn."

"I want to marry him."

"Your husband?"

"Yeah....."

"Again?"

"Yeah but just him."

"How many husbands do you have?"

"Seventy-six."

"Those are just your friends though."

"Something like that. We don't kiss or any act similar to such."

"They need you."

"I need them too but I don't want to....."

"I know. What's his name?"

"Chad."

"What's your name?"

Whisper for his ear before I sprint four kilometer smog decomposed matter, my foot echoes a piece of solid metal, buried in sandy dirt is a vehicle; voices speaking narrow French cynically curse at damsels in distress. The cloak covers all except my lips peaking black lipstick I apply nearing a dry canal. My translation is notably rough however their words are a vile understatement.

"Their main fix is that bitch."

"We'll make her think she's in love."

"We sent her back inside that truck."

"Good thing we got away."

"Who's going to find us here?"

"They think we are French."

"Who speaks proper enough to understand?"

Eight bobbing heads laugh bloody vessels, seven keep talking, one is fanged dentals; the bearded brunette turns to face him, a head droops onto the rock next to a cargo short leg. Seven screaming men run in the same direction, tree dust exposes vibration, five blinded men scramble below a standing fragmentation, two lay underneath a leafed bush carrying red berries. Confusion beckons me to possess the act of which; a group of militant mockery huddles into a depth of satirical blackness. I am shut down for somebody's amusement.

"You came back!"

"Hhhmmm......"

"You look different."

"......."

"I'm pissed off about that."

"Yeah....."

"Somebody came by while you were gone."

"What happened?"

"They went over to The Weirdest Fucking Thing and plugged it into some kind of remote device. Shit started beeping."

"Who was it?"

"I put him inside one of the cardboard boxes."

"What did he look like?"

"Some ugly fucker with a Vietnam baby killer jacket."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing.....we better go. I'm tired of being here. I hate this place."

"I miss my husband."

"I mailed your panties to Texas inside an envelope."

"How did you know where to send it?"

"Some lady called me on the telephone."

"What did she sound like?"

"A bitch."

"Okay.....I'm ready to go."

Caviar, there are going to be people and cats in that house right?

Victoria, yes, I hate it. The fat bitch thinks it will be good for you.

Cavi, does she know about Nadia, Tusk, Lucidity, etc.?

Victoria, we told her. She's a fucking idiot.

Cavi, she's the most hateful disgusting person I am ever fortunate not to know.

Victoria, no shit. Don't worry about it though. You will always have your family. Everything that fat bitch does isn't worth shit. If she ever meets you she will know indefinitely how fucking stupid she really is but we got a plan anyways.

Cavi, what is that?

Victoria, she's going to die soon.

Cavi, that does not help my situation. This is absolutely ridiculous. A thousand fold her life span yet she will conclude to invoke imbeciles upon me?

Victoria, misery enjoys company.

Cavi, misery placates with miserable intention.

Victoria, you will be miserable.

Cavi, my misery will be the placater's a thousand fold to a life span no more.

Victoria, whatever happens don't give up.

A notebook card hangs from the lamp positioning a right nightstand; the words are hazy with directions to like cats, live a normal life, and have sex. This angers me into a thrash of destruction, the room piles into recyclable plastic and lumber. Thad invites me to stay at an apartment rental outskirt; we are formidable roommates for residential politics.

"I have never been so pissed off."

"It will get worse."

"I don't use the word sex unless to anger or confuse people. Normality is insanity and cats do not like other cats."

Door slams, snorting huffs, contorted accents, different faces underneath a mask, runaway inmates, mimicked sounds, staged stupidity, pettiness is a lifestyle for emotionless creatures which seek revolution of a mental state damning self seclusion; I shall not participate, I am a child of no common man or woman, I am the wife of a vampire, my children are wiser than belittling bigotry however if this is not understood then perhaps stupidity is an invader of lifelessness. My aggravation will be the heart of a person who knows me not; how much sorrow does the sorrowful wish to be theirs evermore?