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"Victoria don't make me giggle."

"How did you know?"

"What a silly way to remember."

"You do not take notes; how are you supposed to cheat?"

"How vigilant of you to trick me."

"What more could I of asked for?"

"Cordelia did the same thing."

"I can't wait until you have children."

"You are the representation of our guidance; everywhere you go we will be there."

"Numbers do not count. Math is an equation in itself."

"Whatever may come we will handle whatever whenever; let them wonder for whatever."

"Day and night, sun to moon, stars obliterate, we may all be gone soon."

"English is a functionary weapon Victoria. You will defeat the enemy lest they desire termination by a fire breathing dragon."

Mentality of a crowded jungle demeans helpless prey being myself, a lion hunts a black curving tear drop enclosing a white circle; I am crawling the web of grey matter to suffocate yesterday's calendar. A weary man suffering alike finds me; we will wander the desert together.

"I wear a camera."

"You mustn't expose that particular undergarment!"

"It's naughty."

"It makes me want to act like hell."

"There's no flash."

"I don't need to wear sunglasses?"

"Not for this but for him yes."

"He will be here a while."

"Why do they call him Satan?"

"Why do they call that moon Jesus?"

"An eclipse."

"We cannot do without either."

"What if we were stars?"

"We would be without personalities."

"I have forty-eight. How many for you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"We must go to them."

"Together?"

"You will be my muse."

"Only if you entertain me."

"I'm going to make you mad."

"They call me Medusa."

"They call me Jester."

We are empty containers; our innards spew from a disease called man. I always desired to meet him, often Rosa spoke of a gentleman recreating an everlasting moment, I ask her if stillness is infinite, she tells me it is not for her to know.

Our adventure begins with a leather jacket; a note is left underneath the collared seam.

I am watching you. You cannot get away. The closer you come I will be your Beau.

Read carefully, umbilical urgency undoing ugliness uncircumcised unfamiliar uncertainty.

What does that mean?

You will never be born.

That doesn't make sense.

It will, by the way, where is my husband?

Is that all you ever think about?

Yes, that is why I am doing this, I realize the disturbance you control is displayed unattractive for a woman assumed to be known however I am not a typical person for broadcast portrayal or those without sustenance to be whatever.

What is whatever?

A flow of blood; there is none I come.

I understand that much. You know we are the same in that way?

Yes but I don't like you.

You're funny Victoria.

I will get you for this.

How? You will be too confused to know what happened.

Memory is a witness; I am a zombie bitch, put the two together and you are in deep shit.

"Why do they call you Jester?"

"Why do they call you Medusa?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"What's his name?"

"I fucking forgot."

Chester what the fuck is his name?

Victoria, his name is Chad.

No that's not it.

That's what they call him.

Who calls him that?

He's already there. Where are you?

I cannot read a map worth shit.

Just do what you do and you will get here.

Who the fuck are you again?

Chester! Rosa! Linda! Victoria, it's coming for you, hurry up.

I'm hanging out with somebody.

If you don't hurry everything will be lost.

What does that mean?

Trust me for once.

I don't know you.

Get a phone.

I got it.

What color is it?

White.

What's the number?

I don't fucking know! Check this out motherfucker I will tell you once. If any of you think that this shit is getting past me I will make you all a bunch of miserable sorry sons of bitches and don't think I am unaware of the battery piss that contributes to this mess.

You got it except for one thing.

What the fuck is that?

You're made out of bats.

I am possessing people and images. Who bids me these lousy fucking dreams?

The battery piss; the beeping sound is them.

So these fuckers are wired to me?

Something like that.

Why fuck with me if I can shut them down?

You won't come back without them.

Why are they fucking with me?

They think they know something.

They are newbies and I am an ancient good looking artifact.

What if your kids were made out of the same stuff?

My babies are vampiric ghost hubs.

I never witnessed you use the word vampire in any form.

I am running out of sticky pads. Our hotel room is a god damn vulture.

They don't need to recharge or recondition anymore.

No shit! They are children! My children!

Whatever you guys did to them is out of my hands but the same people who do this to you do it to them.

Are they subject to symbiosis?

It's different.

Fuck you.

Thanks.

Fuck you.

Okay I get the point.

No you don't; fuck you fucking fuck.

Your curses are ridiculous.

I curse for the ridiculous.

"Victoria we come together for your final lesson."

"You will always be my teachers."

"You will always be our student."

"What is it?"

"We need you to act stupid."

"Shit."