Fictitious Fix

Nonsensical admiration is neither belief or disbelief; it is the continuing thought of possibilities.

That which interested our interests we discussed prior to the incident we barely remember; each of us contribute a missing part for the desired whole. Our separation is an eternity for us and the suffering of nonexistence; we all hide what we know. Until our senses experience confirmation, we are alone.

I admit confusion of mass media proportions; I join the audience.

Bats sipping milk from bowls, stakes driven into hearts, necks with fang marks, dark zipper suits, capes, super heroes.....

"We must understand their contextual vocabulary as our own."

Impression of theatrical performance is no longer a face worn; watching myself is a definite match. The body does perform; whomever watches we desire their fascination for the understatement of undressing roles.

"I shall not take a picture of you."

"And why not?"

"I do not desire a copy of my wife."

Convincing devotion is an unreliable task, reversing devotion is destructive, maintaining devotion is quite simple, releasing devotion is a peaceful weapon.

"You will both suffer the same consequences."

"I understand."

"You really won't until it happens."

"What's going to happen?"

"They will use 'them' against you to make bad decisions."

Brainwashing is filthy; a trail of mud plops from swollen shredded fingers. My head is pitiful for sleep and the rest is intrepid hypnosis.

We may look upon others as mentally deficient and wonder how they persist redundant routines which implicate their voluntary viciousness; they will wonder the purpose of innocence.

"I hope they don't give up on us."

"If we give up they will too."

"Unless they feel as though their presence is ineffective I doubt they will."

"It's the other way around."

Memories condensate from icicles suspending another place I drift; one for each distant trace.

"If we feel our presence is ineffective then....."

I am not sure if we survived yet.

"We are exclusive; nobody understands."

"We tried everything."

"Except show our faces."

I am not sure what will become of us; I am not sure what will become of you.

"She won't last long."

"Who?"

"The filthy wanker that's been tormenting you and your wife."

"Really..."

"You know what's going to happen to her, right?"

"What?"

"Suicide."

"How?"

"To get your attention."

"I do not desire such an end."

"Oh but you do."

"Why do you say that?"

"You won't give a damn about her; none of us do."

"What if I do?"

"That'll make it quicker."

"I don't understand."

"She's going to do it regardless."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to watch her do it."

"Why?"

"Make sure she's really dead."

This is my final letter to you. I am appalled; please discontinue correspondence.

You did not list a reason. Is it your wife?

Linda, my husband and I exist within each other. We do not desire anybody or anything to misinterpret.

What if you do not exist?

Mortal, you may go fuck yourself with a robot.

Will you always defend them?

Mortal, you offend everyone.

Their relationship is an interference.

Mortal, your intention is disease.

What if I am not a mortal?

Mortal, you will discover how mortal you can be.

What do you mean?

Linda, we do not want to see or speak with you again. Please leave us alone.

If your husband asks me I will excuse myself.

We desire the best for you. - Vic & Zen

What if the worst comes for me?

You must surely understand the nature of intimacy. Ever since my child lay in a bed to nap his dreams consist of Xenya even now as I write this to you as dire intervention. If your concern is well being then health and success is available however my child is not.

Your child is a man. He has been ever since I danced with him.

He has grown very much, yes, but we will always be his guardians. This is eternal; they desire each other for an eternity. Not any person or anything will keep them from achieving this goal.

We will see about that.

Mortal, you will not be here to see.

Your friend is unaware of what is happening.

I don't think it's a good idea for us to see each other anymore. - Juno

I will be waiting for you to change your mind.

Don't count on it. - Juno

What has come over you?

What's come over you? All the sudden you act like this out of nowhere. It doesn't make sense. - Juno

I care about you.

We all care about you as well but prefer not to discuss this situation any further. There is nothing left to say. Our emotions are clear as pure water; whether you choose to drink or not will be your thirst.

I want to speak with him alone.

Linda, we are one. We have spoken enough.

He is a separate body.

Linda, we share each other's bodies as one disposition. Our feelings are mutual. This will never change, no matter what.

What if you are without each other's bodies?

We will always be one even if we are not bodies.

We will see about that.

Mortal, desist your written banter; we will meet in person.

I will be here until morning.

"What if there isn't anyone to come back for.....?"

"I get rid of them."

Ice's nose is hoisted by a thick frozen sock; spin dial with an arrow inside his left palm points to a window facing North. The device appears to be a dreaming pocket watch; my attention is elsewhere, an artistic interpretation of a wolf howls for the full moon. His words are without evidence such as free flowing mouths obsessed with burdensome bridges. I do not believe in anything, especially clocks.

"What a strange world."

"You get used to it."