Famed Frugality

Ruby swaddles a pink tubed flower to curtsy; I unwrap five hundred carats of diamonds dropped from the sky.

Bats swerve Mulholland drive as we ride two beastly converted motorcycles, four thousand cubic centimeters of dynamic enhancement growl English bulldogs to shame; the driver is my beau, the driver is his beau.

Sativa hemp satchel falls into the palm of Victoria; Indica hemp satchel falls into the palm of Cordelia.

"Rainbows!"

"Rainbows!"

Mikel stitches five hundred charismatic greedy devils into a bitch.

"Bleach it."

"Sickening pink."

"What will be her name?"

"Marilyn Monroe."

"Name of a saint and the priest....."

"They aborted babies underneath that church."

"I remember which one."

"I hated to find them."

"I hate to hate."

"Haters....."

"Will always....."

"Fuck us over."

Capsule made of imperishable amber is deviated from underground worlds. Another irreplaceable place relies upon a zone of untouchables; there she goes.

Braid explains excessive blood hypnotic embellishment of my natural instinct; our neoteric children will appear the likeness of a wolf and panther credible to us. We will not be able to determine a difference except for two traits given by ghostly adventurers; strands and jewels.

"Avitas my dearest."

"Yes my dearest."

"What if you are to look as I do?"

"Such as Cordelia?"

"Cordelia is the light of me; what if you are my darkness?"

"Nose and lips?"

"What else?"

"Curvature in between."

"And?"

"Size."

"One more."

"What is that thing in your pants?"

"A knife."

"Hhhmmm....."

Jumping fifth level titanium railing sliding a slope of hidden onyx a thousand and three red rubies encounter me.

"I need you! Do you see me? I am mad! I will die soon! Will you grace me?"

Dominia finds a puma stone; she watches a woman bathe in pearls. I ask her what interests her interests she rolls one onto my bare foot.

"Dearest me.....where was that factory kitty?"

Fiber glass shards melt underneath my lava temper pads upon toe; workers ball pieces of a young woman's fixation. Sledgehammers are everywhere except where I am as these stereotypical cultural bog resin possessions attack me with slams. A black lightening fired from Zeus' haven annihilates a buzzard computer imitation. Medusa beat the fucking robot.

"What is she doing now?"

Dominia is bored; a bored person calls us Pantera, we accidentally answer however we must go, Ruby is waiting.

Gilbert creates a stunt of multiple clones; we inspect them thoroughly as do our husbands.

"These will be fine."

Five hundred and fifty-five down; one hundred and eleven up.

I am running through a brook of elusive lagoons; shrimp climb all over me. I am running through Kingston, exoskeletans are laughing, people are staring, I am the face of a stomach.

"Pardon Sir, did not occur to me as I am feet upon street you would be standing here."

"Rasta boy!"

"What does that mean?"

"Little boy with crazy curly hair. You got little people hanging all over you!"

"Will it always be like this?"

"You're very cute. Yes."

Two hundred and six bones compromise a human; three hundred and eleven make me what we are to ought not. Amor, Cordelia, Lucid, Lucifer, Julian, Victor, Arimathea, Malcom, Ambrosia, Mikel, Ophelia, Helix, Andromeda, Edvard, Advent, Yosef.....

"Sin....."

"Mother."

"Am I a virgin?"

"Yes. This frustrates me."

"Why?"

"You dressed like a police officer and it didn't even do anything to him?"

"What did you expect?"

"He chased you all over the......!"

"You watched us the whole duration?"

"Yes.....observation."

"Where was Avie?"

"Hiding."

"Elaborate....."

"Behind....."

"The....."

"Horse."

"Which one?"

"The black one."

"Did you name him?"

"Yes."

"His name is......"

"Sheep."

"Those are not sheep."

"Those are for the appearance of man."

"Am I a shepherd?"

"When you wear purple......yes."

"Mama."

"Yes babe...."

"You called me babe."

"I did."

"Am I red?"

"You're crimson."

"What were those metal clasps with the key?"

"Where is the key?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know how difficult it was to get out of that position?"

"You shouldn't of looked at him like that."

"Like what?"

"I don't think you had eaten for a while when you saw him."

"Who handcuffed me to the......"

"We don't know how that happened."

"Babe and babette....."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"I will get you for that."

Tune the stage to a possessed house belonging to an unnamed petroleum parishioner; maple wood awaits my twins tumultuous prance.

"I need you to be one of the hustlers."

"Which one?"

"The one I press my glove against."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

Wedding chapels discover decorative complexity and a woman is heading towards me. Gentlemen wear polyester tuxedos to perform a swollen wallet while club members wait to get inside the lady's Estee Lauder; a key lies inside an empty pocket.