Count Chaos

Queen of the Damned hereby denotes common men and women for intercession; the court belongs to ours and thine children.

She will marry two hundred husbands to each a provision of sociability, relations are unwise however solely their decision; if so one husband will be her intimacy.

The Queen will bring forth many children; the number is a honeycomb.

Jester photographs my wickedness while we run from untraceable logical fallacy. I wear his jackets, he wears my underwear, strange is an earth falling into sewers below. Color is our emotion, black and white is our sentiment. We glimpse at Chester from adjacent buildings several clocks intersecting sound and light creation.

Hey! Send me a picture! I sent you a couple; I'm not in them. Anyways I got a job at the garden center advising people about plants. Somebody in a grey hat came by the last three Sundays asking about azaleas. I don't get it. I know how savvy a detective you are so what is up with that? - Saul

Saul, I see grass, roads, trees, and an empty plaza; perhaps would be exciting with you in them. I am modeling space suits for a Russian fashion magazine, tis important. Azaleas are similar to particular strains of marijuana; I advise earthworm castings and cocoa fiber. Let me know if anything similar happens. I sent you a Versace sweater; wear it to piss people off, tell them you are black. - Shorty

Gilbert and Albert recover three thousand and seventy-eight ounces of pure bronze from a repossessed dumpster. They request six sapphire uncut gems, twelve copper wires, three eucalyptus leaves, eighteen sparrow eggs, twenty-three wine grapes; Ruby and I successfully conjure every ingredient including fourteen prison exhaust fans.

I shell three hundred and eighty flatly disturbed circus peanuts wishing for each of my children. Jester is arguing with a next door neighbor concerning political propaganda proficiently pronouncing procrastination. I adjust a suitcase garter belt dreaming of my husband's towel laying next to me; beautiful steamy droplets of selfishness watch me faint butterfly kisses.

"Why don't you just go in there with him!"

"Sin!"

"Tis not."

"That's your name."

"Oh yeah I forgot."

"I can barely walk when he looks like that."

"Falling inside the shower can be very unhealthy."

"How do you know?"

"I pictured the happening inside my head."

"Is that how you will remember us?"

"Where are you going?"

"What if somebody steals us?"

"I'll kill them."

"Oh..."

Six hundred and seventy-four banana peels mound into a hill next to three monkeys waving their right fists; we ate their food. Ruby climbs a tree to amend; I sit underneath green spear clouds fantasizing about marrying Zen.

Chester I miss my husband and children. Will you ever understand?

I can't do shit about it Victoria. It's that damned woman.

This cannot be her doing entirely. The concept was introduced to her therefore she plotted a series of detrimental ideas. I understand she is not alone.

Victoria, we originally planned on separating the marriages with distance, assuming the position, toying with physical relations but impermanently. We did not believe any of it would work; we were selfish.

Chester, then stop.

Victoria, it's too late. They gave her the controller. I'm going to kick her ass.

Villains are indeed ugly creatures whether graphic depiction or reality; life imitates art for hidden morals locked from the inside by a blue grey sky key. I wander the reminiscent stage of a territorial beast.

Hey! Being black is tough; nobody touched the shirt. I wander what they are going to do with that plaza in the picture I sent. I rented The Rocky Horror Picture Show; you look like one of the actresses. The person with the grey hat walked by that plaza; a dog attacked them, I laughed. I named him Grey Boy; he's a pit bull terrier. When are you coming back?

Saul, power to my people. Our pit bull is with Katarzyna; his name is Diavolo. I will come back when I run out of people to anger. The Rocky Horror Picture Show represents capitalistic sodomy and frivolous freedom. I lost my camera guy and I keep forgetting slight details. My teacher's final lesson is working; I understand tis the beginning. I am surprised you did not forget about me; If I do not read from you again I will assume you did.

My last letter from Saul was dated Never Never Land Number Nothing. I miss him terribly.

Avie hides sixteen of my garter belts; one fishnet stocking hangs from an auxiliary fan attaching a brief ransom note.

Give daddy back his towels or no skimpy for mommy.

"Avitas, I need to see him.....like that."

"Mom it's not kosher."

"Where did you learn that from?"

"Some guy with hair like yours."

"Where did you meet him?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Who were you with?"

"Lucidity."

"What was she doing?"

"Cursing at him."

"What did he do?"

"Bitched about Madonna."

"The singer or the lady?"

"What's the difference?"

"How did the word Kosher come about?"

"They both said it at the same time."

"About what?"

"The salt on our table!"

"What about the damn salt?"

"Neither of them eat it unless Kosher."

"Where are his towels?"

"I am his towel bringer....."

"You care nothing for me."

"I care for you immensely. I would be lost and dismayed without you."

"I need to see him......oh Avie you......."

"What is it like for you?"

"An emotion Madonna knows....."

"Like a virgin?"

"Touched for the very first time."

I kiss her forehead, she plays with my ring often; moments I lose Venus' reflection she feels guilty for warping the silver, I find the circle from sitting, bathing, or fumbling drawers, I do not mind, I rather have my husband.