Dependency

She looks to me for dependency; I do not desire to be dependent solely on anyone or anything...

Zen is listening, I am nervously clairvoyant and somewhat unaware of a tubular cycle forming from his words blueprinting a complex digestive system; she is the strength of me as I faint to bury myself inside the softness of her neck.

"What's come over her?"

"She does not know what it would be for her body to suffer in such a way."

"Everything's alright; took me a while..."

Organization of eventual moments is not a planned skill; I am unsure how each happening placed bricks for a path.

Snow glances at me with serene solemn unspoken vows; we do not know much about this man. She proceeds to turn the valve releasing pressurized particles scattering into a compound for heretical science to arise unequivocal understanding; unfortunately the machine is a dead thing amongst the living.

"Where do you originate?"

"Pardon me ma'am I don't understand what exactly that means..."

Naivete is a leader and I am following. I spoke with him enough to absorb this dialect which is a journey for us and home for him.

"Where are you from?"

"Well I'm from Texas."

I am uncertain what must be done for her to realize how much of Xenya is me; I will never deny myself Catri.

"What else is there in this country?"

"Other than New York?"

"Yes...."

Polishing flat black is dull gloss underneath a suede arm torn from seams of a Western style coat, his long delicate fingers smoothen a stingray for passage through aquatic concerns; the Water Carrier holds a large vessel ready to spill if we do not hold the other side. Zoom inspects the sheath of fuzzy patchwork hide while I gaze out of a blue window daydreaming about being a wolf's wife.

"Where does the leather come from?"

"Buffalo..."

"What kind of animal is that?"

"A big fucking cow."

I laugh hysterically while Diesel squirts a monsoon of wax for finish; my twin is a notorious grin, even so our company is not amused by our deliberately distasteful humor.

"It really is a big fucking cow with little horns."

Our laughter is now a wicked echo through the off shore hangar.

"A big fucking ugly horny cow; when you see that motherfucker you're going to want to leave the damned bloody land."

Damned with bloody is a new phrase for all of us; we suppose he absorbed our morose use of phonics.

"Okay so the big fucking ugly bloody horny cow..."

"Yeah what about him..."

"Does he make the milk commercial sound?"

"Aw fuck..."

"Well does he?"

"Naw those fucking hairy god damn bloody fuckers do not go fucking moo if that is what you are asking..."

Both of us fall over into decrepit demonic figurines made for black and white artistic impressionist topical textbooks.

"You won't think it's so fucking funny when you got to smell one of those motherfuckers; bloody fucking things smell like bloody fucking hell of shit."

She seems uninterested in attraction, hell forbid sensuality; the slightest notion of such causes her discomfort. I wonder why but rather not delve into inquisition as I care not for an answer to a question made for those who look upon her with affection; I feel the reason is drawing nearer to mine and Xenya's feelings for one another. This is unacceptable; I will make this known if she persists.

I left a proud trail of cherry blossom buds on her neck just below the ear I was attempting to reach until he spoke.

"What about me losing all that weight makes you a worry wart?"

"A wart?"

Zen's hand brushes the curve of my waist as I contemplate horror.

"It's an expression..."

"I got a few from the reptiles where I'm from."

Bumps of tough callused skin shows their presence to us; each is a personality trait from an unknown land.

"I am a fright for my flesh."

"This bitch needs a wolf."

"I got Peanut Butter..."

"Quasi is next to him ready to roll..."

"You telling me I reminisced about a stinky motherfucking cow creature just so you two can wimp out of a machine?!"

"Uh..."

"What my comrade means by the sound he just thoughtlessly muttered is..."

"I do not know how to drive."

"Aw that's bull shit. God damn! That fucking cow shits the size of the headers in this engine. I don't even want to think about that shit anymore. Fucking Texas..."

You Know Who is emergency beeper technician for local hooded rain dwellers; text messages may be accredited as his invention.

No shit you got a car? I'm coming to check it out. You guys won't believe this! There's a nigga here that says he came all the way from the Dirty Down Low to see a real Panther. Should we show him the pack?

Looks like a bad fish. Come soon I am freaking about this ride. I don't know about the zoo but we better get wild before they lock us in cages.

Damn straight, I'm off shore drilling for Tea. Hope they don't confuse me for a barrel.

"Fucking ugly cow..."

Zen is biting her bottom lip which perks a shift to my left. I turn for a careful glimpse of his face; he is accomplishment of perception I cannot see.

"Would you still desire me if..."

Her expression is scriptural trance of Plato's blue circle of simple mysteries. I am falling through black rain clouds over Brooklyn streets.

"I will see you two later I got something I need to take care of..."

Whispers with hums of sensuality breathe through her lips into drums beating throughout my body; whatever brought this about will be fine with me.

"She's black and beautiful; she looks like a cat to me."

"You really think so Who?"

"Hell yeah.....she's my sister....."

"Fucking god damn horny stinking sacks of bloody shit."

Zoomy is contagious of chuckles; my stomach hurts from my diaphragm bouncing his rhythm.

If a given chance arises I will make my emotional stance known to her verbally. Dearest me...

Snow places her hands on my shoulders; she is confidence in myself.

"I'm afraid we must go there..."

"I think his words should be enough travel for our minds..."

"Doki we will go together."

Katarzyna is wearing a strange hat; I screamed a little.

...another side of my self must awaken as direct cognitive response or I shall be forever lost...

"Kimono where on earth did you get that thing?"

"He said it was from......what is it called again?"

"Texas is nothing like New York. I just went there to get leather. I ended up staying for a while; I don't want to go back but the people were fairly decent after you give up for their initiation..."

"Initiation..."

We rode the same subway train through the tunnel of mutual thought; our choir response is a question mark in itself.

"I can't describe it. Once is enough...."

"Zen..."

"I do not know what excited me so much; I do pride myself composure even during the heat of a moment..."

"Whatever it was I like it..."

"Oni give me the hat back!"

"I shan't give it back! Tis discrepancy of man!"

Diesel is adjusting his open button to the D logo gold chain polishing slivers off the same from his wrist with grey wool slacks tucking a shining silk lithium blue shirt.

"They have their own sense of style. No doubt..."

"Doki...."

"Kimono...."

"Do not be angry with me..."

"How can you ask of me not to be angry before you antagonize me?"

"I just did..."

"Okay...."

"It would be wise of us to see what he speaks of...."

"How so?"

"Ignorance of land is ignorance of man."