Cultural Anonymity

Villages carved from lava stone stray a man and his manhood throughout red hills of damnation. Our enemy lurks inside streams purified for drinking water; people say thus appears from mossy chimneys compiled of melted coins. We are interested; Ruby skips rough stones while I dip waterfalls. The turbulence stimulates metallic fuming bubbles to surface.

"That's not how you piss them off; we'll show you how to do it."

Young lady wearing blush pink from head to toe slams a Buddhist statue onto the earth, rolls the round stereotype into a dusty heathen; deities sink stubbly realms. She is delighted for gestured mannerism as I watch a monument of plated titanium infrared beam scan over her luster of mane; my twin swoops the child while I split at the seamed shoulder for cyber rejection. We call her Advent, she places a lily pad over my shock; as recovery is quickness vision of children create two pair eye lids.

"You must destroy them!"

"Crouching Tiger!"

"Hidden Dragon!"

"Hey Ruby I got an idea for a movie."

"Hhhhmmm......."

"Yeah! Kick their fucking ass!"

Our guides dress us in traditional Dynasty armor; we ask them where these come from.

"Old people...."

Whetstones are abstract mirages upon crystalline aquatic. A group of walking bamboo leaves giggle us to an abandoned temple; they ask of us to wait while they search their kitchens for proper sharpeners. Katana and double wakazashi settle next to an urn filled with ashes.

Here lies Lady Petunia; she leaves a child. Her husband was a British soldier; he died saving the girl's life. Our lady passed through the night; a creation of man took her life.

"She will take you to those things."

"Will you come back?"

"When we are dead."

"Where are you?"

"Waiting....."

Rope sandals stress a mapped area, the Advent children exchange ideas; inside their hemp satchels an array of deterrents are patted under Koala's left palm. Vietnamese Thai Chinese Mandarin Korean is spoken interval syllabled code language while we listen contemplating ceremonies; we both decide urns placed around Lady Petunia will be fine.

"China!"

"Whom do you speak Sir?"

"Eek Gads! You're British?"

"Would you prefer me to speak broken English to satisfy tourist complacency?"

"I'm from Texas."

"Welcome to Asia."

"You look like a porcelain doll."

"That must be why."

"You one of those ladies that turns around a whole bunch on the stage?"

"What?"

"You're one of those gals. What the hell do they call them......models......"

"Doll is politically correct."

Crimson egrets swoon misery for Japanese silk embroidery, I fan a hot breeze embedding tears; carbon steel blades circulate into a rising sun, Leo can be reveled to retract a retrievable claw. Soldiers whistle urinated alcohol, girls spit in their faces, men call them dogs; blood orange juice is a milk bar concoction I drink whenever I feel at home.

Running to a tip of branches we curl a dive into steel blockades of human mockery, Ruby trades violence for beauty; the children coo and awe. Intricate movement is marriage and I desire intimacy of screeching protesters deluging oil spills between cursed sheets.

"Dragon! The center tube!"

"Tiger! The right bulb!"

Onion stench blooming pops of vineyard thorns streaking nets swarming mechanical spherical pointed manifestation; Advent's bravery exceeds flying reptilian possession and a striped man's zealous creed, she grabs sworn hatred inside a circuit box oozing petroleum yanking galvanized steel ribbed worm cracking desecration into another dimension of interwoven vascular winter, the snow begins to fall, many is not a number.

"That's all you got to do but we like to watch you."

"You want me to wear this damned thing and make sounds like what...."

"Whachyaa!!"

"Oh just do it Vic."

"Amethyst you are my child and I condone this behavior."

"Will you do it for me?"

"What is this mask?"

"You are going to be a damned chauffeur for a green insect."

"I will get you for this."

"I got you a motorcycle."

"You did?"

"And a yellow lycra suit with black stripes....."

"I'm doing this shit."

"Amethyst I don't want to wear a vinyl cat suit."

"I got you a whip?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Amethyst I don't want to raid a tomb."

"I got you video games."

"Do I get to wear little shorts and bounce a ridiculous chest?"

"Yes...."

"Amethyst I don't want to be a nude woman riding a horse."

"It's just a name."

"Do I get to piss people off?"

"Yes."

"I'll think about it."

"Amethyst....."

"Ruby....."

"I'm satisfied."