Failed Fugitive

Pulling the hood over my vision impairs a reflection I cannot understand; she looks to be waiting for an enemy, she rather get it over with. Ambrosia speaks of self denial as lucid trickery, an act of dumbfounded stupidity, mental penetration, and intimate relations; his words laugh inside of me contemplating his intellectual spill of contagious rhythmical remembrance. We stand to be armored man and runaway monk; we both desire solicitude.

Fuchsia recommends a banking venture inside a printed flag; she recruits a mysterious man wearing a pink oxford and baby blue shorts, his shoes are red. Much to our triple dismay we are invited to a club, a woman desires to meet with us for a privileged grant, she is worried about somebody; we enter bondage mockery pulsating nauseating dull rainbow spectrum.

"Well this is definitely not what I expected at all."

"What is this place?"

"Vic.....go to Ambrosia and wear that damned.....thing."

A Cinnamon gesture waves fingers of descriptive objection.

"Now?"

"Fuck yes."

"There sure are a lot of half naked people here.....are they boys or girls?"

"I'm about to find out."

"Vic I said get the fuck out of here to put that god damned shit on your fucking bod!"

Scissors cut through governmental skin, Ruby's jewels widen topaz, chocolate frightens aftermath incision, Natalie swabs cotton with blended hydrogen peroxide seltzer soda. Cusp of a beating mechanism fascinates the mirror attaching a portioned ceiling.

Chester brings me seventy-three proposed beings for me to portray, these are dream sequences for Dolly's imaginary world; he informs me I will be an electrode host for these peculiar memories able to see everything. One eyed musician, acne ridden politician savvy agitator, high school cheerleader, a thickly admirer, country boy sex toy, prison guard, a few restaurant managers, a few retail managers, teachers, etc.; Thad's repetitive reminisce is purposeful of my possible return, my lessons are contingent woefulness. Throughout each paralleled emotional discrepancy I am sorrowful to feel Dolly's possessed emotion; every projection saddens her own.

"I'm back! Where's Theo?"

"He went to the restroom to change shirts."

"What happened?"

"He puked....damn it....damn place....."

"What is this guy's name?"

"Rock."

"Wonderful."

"I need you to talk with that woman; see what the hell she wants."

"Theo better know it's me!"

"There is a strange being watching him; he has reddish yellowish fur everywhere!"

"Shit."

Theodore returns wearing a wife beater; his expression is detrimental shock. I candidly chat with a woman introducing herself as Climax; she speaks of funding a doll house, I whole heartedly suggest otherwise, she submits for logical charisma.

"You will return."

"What if there are many of me?"

"You must flow along with the scheme."

"Tricking trickery is not a resourceful educational workbook."

"If possible to read one's own thus may be understood."

"I will suffer."

"The bearer of which a thousand fold."

"I will not be there.....at all?"

"You will for appearance sake however sorrowful. The journey will dismay hopelessness."

"Then why disappear?"

"To keep your body safe."

"My mind will be the wager."

"Which is riskier?"

"I pleasure my body for....."

"Your husband and children."

"....."

"Do such for them."

"What if I wish to die?"

"You will wish to die."

"What if I die?"

"You will not die."

"What if thus never ends?"

"....."

"Does every trial and tribulation end?"

"I'm not sure."

"We are the continuation."

"Our enemies will perish never to return."

"I care not for their death; we will suffer if they never understand."

"Nobody is that stupid."

"Do you promise....?"

"It is impossible for people to be that fucking stupid."

"She is so fucking stupid Pantera!"

"What is it now?"

Jill drives past a stop sign; her anger is blindly destructive relative to a tiger's temper.

"She's fucking some fat ass police officer!"

"What does he look like?"

"A god damn pig."

Lights row a flash blaring inaudible messages.

"Excuse me ma'am.....may I see your license?"

"I was born in eighty-six."

"Uh......sure. Hey miss ain't you that lady on the tv inside those music pictures?"

"I do not speak proper English pardon my silence."

"Oh sorry! Anyways....here's you a ticket. If you go to court they'll make it cheaper; I got to give it to you. We got a big quota, besides you could of run over that fat cat, you didn't see him?"

"Fucking shit."

"Yeah well be careful. Have a nice day!"

"Why do they got to say stuff like that?"

"This parking lot is fine to talk."

"Oh yeah....that guy she's fucking wants to be a big pig inside her imaginary town."

"May I name him?"

"Sure."

"Bobby."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a name."

"I know but it means something."

"A head bobbing up and down mindlessly agreeing with authority."

"I get it.....I think they's going to have a baby! Shit! Shit! Shit!!"

"Please give them condoms."

"I hope those fat fuckers never have kids. I'd hate to see them running around fucking shit up and making up imaginary cities for people to feel alone."

"You have a child.....?"

"His name's Arnold."

"Where is he?"

"Driving eighteen wheelers and transporting goods."

"Whose the father?"

"He died....."

"?"

"He was a marine."

"Oh.....your boyfriend?"

"Not exactly....."

"....."

"....."

"Where is Marsha?"

"Talking to some guy named after a flower."

"Wonderful."

"He hates her; he says he's a going to fuck her over."

"....."

"You know him?"

"....."

"Your husband got arrested, I forget to tell you!"

"?!"

"They said he was drunk! Shit!"

"He stopped.....what the hell happened?"

"He punched out some big fat guy Marsha knows."

Rolf sits with folded legs, knees pillow our chestnut chin; somebody is talking but I rather caress my boyfriend's cheeks. The department allowed him to stay outside a cell; they locked another man inside for starting an argument involving my husband. A clerk states the prisoner instigated forty-six swift swaps by grabbing Rolf's collar; I investigate the shirt, a rather chubby hand print is noticeable.

"It's you."

"Hey there! You came to see me?"

"Did they tend to your wounds?"

"I got an ice bag.....so you going to Texas?"

"Keep the ice on your bruises."

"I will, I will."

"What did you say to him?"

"Told him he was going to be my action figure."

"If you hurt him I will die."

"I sure as hell don't want that."

"Then why are you going to hurt him?"

"He didn't come to save me!"

"He is a man."

"No he ain't; he's a super hero named Chad."

"He's my husband."

"I know.....sorry about hurting your feelings but I don't know what I'm doing sometimes."

"Please be aware of what you are doing."

"I'm going to try cause you asked me to.....say if that lady Marsha gives you a bad time I'm going to show her something!"

"Are you injured?"

"He just wanted to shut me up."

"....."

"What occurred for you to feel the need of a savior?"

"Asshole and mommy used to tie me up, touch me and things....."

"Where are they?"

"I buried one underneath a tree; I ate scrambled eggs and testicles the next morning."

"Testicles?"

"That's what they call Buffalo balls; that's what he called them until I ate him."

"....."

"You mad at me for it?"

"Do you feel guilty?"

"Sure don't. I hit her with a hammer."

"Marsha could be your sister....."

"Yeah but I hate her fucking guts."

"Sibling rivalry?"

"What's that?"

"My brothers and sisters used to tease each other."

"They still do when you ain't looking."

"Oh.....dearest me."

"It's worse than that....ain't cute like yours do."

"They will let you out soon."

"Did you pay them?"

"They want you to calm down and act nice."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"I can do that."

"Can you do it for real?"

"All the time?"

"Yes...."

"Maybe for you."

"....."

"I was reading a book called Invisible Man.....is that how you feel?"

"....."

"You should write something for me to read."

"Writers are very stressful suicidal people desiring understanding."

"Are they dead?"

"....."

"Fucking hell."

"Some are my teachers."

"They still here?"

"Yes."

"They must of done it for their students.....like you."

"I wonder....."

"I feel sick."

"You are sick."

"What do I got?"

"Lung cancer."

"I ain't going to no doctor."

"....."

"What should I do?"

"Stop smoking."

"Even weed?"

"Yes."

"That's what makes me feel right though."

"Eat it."

"That shit they get over there tastes like....."

"Shit?"

"Yeah!"

"Grow it!"

"I tried but I ain't a good gardener. I ain't got a green finger."

"We used to grow it for our neighbors."

"Maybe if you grew it I would eat it."

"I grew it with my husband."

"Oh....."

"We called it Strawberry Cocoa Jungle Fever Funk."

"Wow!"

"We gave it away."

"I don't know what they call the stuff I get. Popcorn.....Mexi Mix.....Creeper.....something like that."

"The name doesn't matter."

"Everybody got a name meaning some kind of important message."

"What is your name?"

"Ronald."

Ronald - gluttonous consumer, deceptive child provoking delusional games for whomever they desire to control, usually disproportionate in physical nature and likely to lack proper hygiene, the Queen of Death admires his will however admonishes his behavior, through death he may return if all is resolved