Convicted Recyclable

Revenge begets revenge, path of spikes for bare soft unbearable feet; some people believe they know what we do not blindly terrorizing tyranny, their satisfaction is to fuck with us. How can any continue masturbating a weapon?

"Hey Pop! I recognize you any day! You come here to fuck with me? Huh? Well did you Pop? Want to ride my skirt for a dirty cop? Did you hear the oink?"

The man I watch inside liquid display screen twelve centimeters across from an attached vertical hinged horizontal glass slides a joint above a pair of Oakley sunglasses, these belong to him; he is full grown determinate vehement muscular masculinity bordering fragile femininity.

"I'm not him!"

"I seen you before! I know what you like! You be fucking with pussy and shit ain't that right? That's what you be doing with those ladies in the big house. You one of those tv ladies kissing ladies and messing with funny innards! I know what you is! You that country sicker called Pop!"

"How the fuck do you know me?"

"I knew you was in there. What you doing in there?"

"I ain't done with her yet."

"Who?"

"This here my property!"

"She all broken and busted! You need you's another house!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Lady you got problems; taking it out on my sister won't get shit but more."

"What is this?"

"You can't get away from her. Everybody is pissed off at you. You're a timed bomb."

"Then she blows up too!"

"Nope. A friend helped me wire your ass to a set of coded incrementation only she knows how to get into. You can't do shit without her; that is what you were going to do to her huh?"

"Yeah."

"If you fuck her over those guts will be everywhere.....no matter where you go....."

"You cry like she does."

"This is a lot of suffering for us. Our sensitivity is emotional; yours is physical which is a branch of mortality. The tree grows.....you dig?"

"Does she talk like you do?"

"Guess you will never find out."

I am lost inside a lightening rod communicating with caves hosting off switches; gnarling cords replace stalactites and stalagmites. My hand desires to touch his shoulder; I reach through dismissal floods, the typhoon is coming yet we shall remain, regardless of appearance.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Excuse me what the fuck did you just ask me?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"He was being satirically cynical."

"I was being satirically cynical."

"I didn't do nothing!"

"I wish you could hear yourself."

"Or at least read yourself."

"Or at the least of all hell read yourself! If you could...."

"You might see foolishness and innocence shall not coordinate for fantasy worlds deadlier than a woman's detrimental disease."

"I can't read so well."

"I will teach you. Perhaps then you may be able to understand elusive intelligent emotion. You are the most insensitive person I ever met; I am evidence of the most insensitive people that ever existed."

"Yeah well so am I!"

"Really?"

"I guess not."

"If you cannot defeat revenge all is worthless."

"How did you do it?"

"Through my sister!"

"Oh fuck! I keep fucking with her! I need to do it! It gets me off or something."

"I will fix that. Every moment you masturbate her sorrow, blood will be a change of pants; I sincerely hope you have an extensive wardrobe."

Running from the Kingdom of Darkness I find him inside my bewildered temper, the Kingdom of Damnation; everywhere indecency steers, the carrier cannot hide from these.

"Your eyes are everywhere."

"You are that damned warden."

"I quit my job after you left."

"Why?"

"I got arrested."

"For what?"

"Fucking around with a teenage girl."

"What is this?"

"Those are my balls."

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

"You didn't even let me tell you what happened."

"You confessed."

"So my dick won't work?"

"Never did."

"I got a kid!"

"A goat?"

"A son!"

"Tis a lie."

"Fuck!"

"Funds will be granted to start Little Caesar's but..."

"That's all I ever wanted. You can keep my balls."

"I threw them into a dumpster; if you desire numb nuts dive into a sack of shit."

"Ew..."

"......"

"I really like pizza."

"You will give it to my daughter."

"She's your real daughter?"

"Yes."

"How will I know?"

"She looks as I do."

"Does she fight like you do?"

"Like my cousin."

"Your real cousin?"

"We call her that just to piss people off."

"Oh...I'm fucked."

"Give it to my daughter or else there will be nothing for you."

"She's safe with me."

"Did that hurt?"

"Are those my teeth?"

"I will use them for a music video. You will see a circle on MTV; thus shall be your molar eclipse!"

"How am I supposed to eat pizza?"

"Shove it up your ass."

"That's got to hurt."

"Do you want to find out?"

"I'll buy new teeth."

"With what?"

"Pizza money!"

"You will pay the bank."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Do you like urinating out of a prick?"

"I never used it."

"Don't fuck with my baby."

"Babies can't make pizza!"

"She will always be my baby."

"Okay. I can't put it in my name."

"Then put it in hers...."

"What is that?"

"Nicolette Lee."

Nicolette - finale of being, wordless epilogue, if used for naming a child she shall be aware of worlds which come undone and worlds created for masturbatory amusement, her mother is the Queen of Death, any threatening the child dies nevermore

"Where am I?"

"Is this a convention?"

"Where did he go? I was supposed to meet him."

"If you fuck with thine two faces will form from this one I find."

"What? Well fuck her! I hate pretty girls!"

"What does pretty mean?"

"Good looking and fine!"

"Did that hurt?"

"What is that?"

"Your skin."

"It looks like a mask."

"Uh huh..."

"What's her name?"

"Michelle."

Michelle - pleasant surprise, courteous arrival, also a chant for machete enticement

"I want to open a store; will she be there with me?"

"Pay the bank."

"What if I don't want to?"

"No store."

"I can't put it in my name; I went to jail for heroine."

"Put it in my name."

"What's that?"

"The dollar will tell you."

"That fat ugly bitch?"

"Put this back on your skull and go away."

"It fits too."

A chubby fist wraps around a rubbery molded bat I left behind a garbage can; I watch a group of loaned entrepreneurs desperately beg nonsense. I appear with a pitchfork and black jeans; each poked for madness screams the horror of successful Halloween decorum.

"Why do I hate her so much?"

"You hate your self."

"She's my self?"

"No shit."

"Everything I do to her...."

"You get back a thousand fold."

"What does that mean?"

"Count to a thousand."

"I can't do that."

"She will teach you otherwise nobody else can."

"I really am stupid."

"If you hide, lie, persist foolishness, separate a husband and wife along with bloodline for no damn good reason other than masturbation....yes...."

"I never had any of that."

"You're jealous."

"I don't know what that means."

"Envious....you want what belongs to another therefore plodding is vengeful."

"I just want her to know what it is like to be me!"

"You'll never know what it's like to be her."

"That's what she said."

"Well Pop....you're a selfish motherfucker."

"I don't want anybody to call me that."

"It's you."

"I don't want to be him!"

"You are....most definitely."

"I'll show her."

"Show her what?"

"I ain't no damned child molester."

"You sure as fuck are...."

"They used to make me shower naked with them."

"What else?"

"Touching my nipples and shit...."

"Pinching and squeezing?"

"Yeah....I used to jerk off a lot."

"Then what happened?"

"I did it in front of some marines and they....where is my doll?"

"You need to tell somebody everything...."

"I tell my doll."

"She doesn't listen."

"I didn't know that."