Bloody Cuteness

Exiled intoxicated bloody cuteness devises a visionary receptacle damned as I am. Baffled by ego invention our impression is programmable frequency; we dream each of us. Exposure sheds ashes onto relics the darkness of me continues to hunt; our prey is a foe deadlier than existence.

I remain however I am gone.

"I think you should marry her."

His ruby jewel sparkles assurance; he will become me for unlimited engagement.

"Enoch you drive well."

"Big truck."

"What does war game initiated mean?"

"Oooooh move those green dots away from the blinking white ones...."

"Place those chunky circles around the green dots."

"Move the chunky circles over the white ones."

"Now the dots are blinking slowly."

"The circle is rotating."

"Big fucking stupid truck! Wait! There is a tag."

"Made in Texas?"

"Where the hell is that?"

"Is Micah asleep?"

"He's bored."

"Micah there is a button!"

"I'm awake!"

Moscow is a welcome cave; monstrosity of oil fits no other place. The residents are upset; I see a few shaking their fists. Yasmeen soothes a chant, Regina negotiates, Micah waves, Hanbok tickles a wing, Nicoli disagrees, Enoch is hanging upside down from the ceiling; I persuade them with handheld video game invention, they accept. My twin and I watch them successfully defeat every level until the final boss appears, a giant boar, they are uninterested; we explain these are mammals used for inventory purposes however their intellect defies us.

"Great, now we'll never beat that damn pig!"

Mighty is arrested for the tenth count of my fingers, eight for You Know Who, and three of Zoomy's while he wraps the other for an underground meeting.

We don't have any money to get you out.

This place sucks.

It's going to be a while. Zoom had to go out of town, You Know Who got canned, I gave all my money to the food bank in exchange for a bus ticket.

Where you going?

To see you, try to figure out how to get the money.

How much was the ticket?

I don't know. They got it from a lady who was going to see her husband but she doesn't like him anymore. She wanted food instead.

Wasn't enough anyways.

What's the charge?

Indecency with a minor.

What the fuck!

They said I didn't have any clothes on.

What were you wearing?

Nothing.

What were you doing?

Giving him my clothes.

Mouse counts a hundred and eighty-one while we number the lines around his eyes at forty-four. The charge is nobody's business except for a neighborhood full of strangers, everyone is at the door. We explain the misunderstanding and they bring the boy; he apologizes wearing Mighty's clothes.

"He looks like you."

"Yeah I know."

Speaking with machinery is deafness of mind; Albert installs a chip allowing voice communication manifesting instructions. He chuckles while an alarm sounds, one is on fire, he runs holding my hand; we are saddened to find our favorite, Bob The Builder, rolling on the ground.

"Albert won't know about it, how the fuck will he find out, you're a god damn robot, it's not like you repeat whatever is coming out of my mouth....."

"He sounded just like you."

"What a coincidence."

"What did you do?"

"We set him up with a robot wife and kids."

"Why?"

"So he confuses everyone."

"What if he confuses us?"

"Then we are robots too."

"That makes sense."

"Doesn't it?"

"Why weren't you going to tell me?"

"He's your neighbor."

"Fucking hell."

Chester releases a magnum valve covering seven circular slots. Words are spoken but I am watching a handsome man preen himself. I call out for him to approach, something kicks me in the stomach, glancing to my left is a bleach blonde device wearing high waist belted shirt dress, knee high black socks, purple knickers, the face is a wilted flower; I grab the left arm wrapped inside my twisted swing.

"What is that Ophelia?"

"A robot arm."

Kevinya's beauty succumbs a trance while I watch him transform the metallic appendage into a vase.

"I hope she likes it."

"Who?"

"Give me a kiss."

"People are watching!"

"Please?"

"Okay."

We expect a checkered charge; I am the weight of a construction site. Head first into a wall bludgeons common man however Chester is an uncommon woman. She realizes attraction is chemical upon sense; this moment is when she stops. My relief parades onlookers gauging remarks; a thought upon torment is previous peril of allergic admiration. I stand silently inside the arms of Kevinya; he escorts me through the rose garden labyrinth.

"I am taking you back to that house."

"I miss my husband."

"He misses you too."

"I know what you do to me even when I am wandering about."

"Okay."

"Why don't you look at me?"

"I can't."

"I am talking to you."

"You're married."

"No shit."

"I feel like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that word you said after no."

"Shit?"

"We're here. Get out and go inside. Pretend like you didn't see anything."

"What's the catch?"

Lever on my right is difficult to reach, I am caught inside an unwanted rose hip planted on my lips; hands are on my waist. I am not offended but she could of asked.

"I didn't feel anything."

"I did."

"What did it feel like?"

"A little kid. Inject that shit in my neck. I don't want to remember this."

Damn it....