Formal Pigs

Del divulges uttermost emotional emergence, he was raised by a mortal village similar to Chester and Thaddeus. His body is a hostile condition of scrutiny which we share essence of informality amongst people who feed upon formality, gluttons of pride.

Rosa is an unusual student. I preconceive this child will bring me misery intertwining who I am, who I am not, and what to whom will become of me.

Twelve involvements carry me about a school gym converted into a somewhat indescribable scientific discard; each pillow my weight a teddy bear. I am without physical retort, my flesh is a mass of confusion mentally tactful to remain calm under extreme supervision, each disciple of threaded intrusion whisper solemn promises into ears belonging to a self which disappeared.

"All will be well."

"From now on we are yours to understand."

"This will end Victoria. You will continue."

"Strength is necessity, for you I desire instinct."

"I will remember you."

"You will know why this came to be."

"We desire a resolution no matter what happens."

"There isn't much left except for you."

"I don't know what I am without you."

"I fear discrimination."

"Mortality is my enemy and I fear it will defeat me."

"You will bring us back, all of you together will bring us back. I know you will."

My possessed premonition is overwhelming, I find myself everywhere; the brain spider is a digital scan, quite impressive actually, I am unfamiliar with such technology however the hour glass is sifting silently into another's demise, whomever may I am aware unwise actions considering arachnids keen ability to destroy electronic barriers. The eight legged steadfast cerebral mass lays a ghostly blueprint of disbanded surroundings graphing movement; there is no pain, arms link to symbiotic demulcents any other undesirable flesh consuming computerized radio controlled chips. Warriors fight for worthy life however fighting for ourselves risks those gifted ability to survive for infinite worlds seemingly remaining for fools.

Daisy asks many questions of regeneration and reproduction; she believes both to be relative creation. I am under the impression her upbringing is influential individuality; this child will rebel against me however I shall always be his teacher.

"Del, what is it like to be....."

"That is why I am a doctor."

"Is it rewarding?"

"They are mortal; I am indifferent."

"I feel as though your indifference should be mine."

"They are desperate for attention."

"Why?"

"They are mortal! They die!"

Stephanie confirms a bizarre woman's immaturity despite clocks foretelling cemetery stones; we briefly discuss her appearance thus being possible recognition.

"Victoria she is a beastly grotesque creature full of envy."

"She is obese?"

"Disproportionately....."

"I don't want to know anymore about her."

"You do not care for obese people?"

"I do not care for obesity."

"She's doesn't either."

"Then why allow herself to be obese?"

"It's a comfort; nobody cares for her. She will find out the hard way."

"I fear to be there."

"Why?"

"I do not desire to be her comfort."

"I know."

"Do you recall the lesson of Amorous Intention?"

"I failed."

"You didn't listen."

"I am listening now...."

As we come to grow we desire intimacy of alike; if likeness thus not equatable we shall be alone however loneliness is not our destruction.

Nonacceptance of undeniable inevitable circumstance is the beginning of mortality. There are three stages of mortality; confusion, vengeance, self indulgence. After which death is absolute hence the actor shall not return.

"I repeated the lesson seven moments. Where were you?"

"Within the first stage. If you knew I was not listening why did you repeat?"

"Respect...."

"Is there any way to reverse the effects?"

"Resolution...."

"What is that?"

"Recognizing how much you hate your self."

"I wonder if you do that."

"I rather be left for my own contemplation rather than people who cannot think for themselves to intervene."

"That is what she wants; her mind is a pile of shit left for dung."

"Hhhhmmm.....what does she want from me?"

"She wants to break you down to make herself feel important. When it doesn't work she'll realize how stupid she really fucking is...."

"Who is her enemy?"

"The mirror."

"The mirror is our enemy too."

"It's different Victoria. She knows about you and what you do."

"I doubt such. If she did all would be understood. She doesn't know any of us."

"I cannot stand her!"

"Then why associate?"

"Information, we are fucking her over slowly and painfully. She won't notice until she has nothing left. By then we will be gone. I wish I could see her go down. Aw fucking hell!"

"I will never understand why anybody imposes misunderstanding on another without meeting."

"I know why I did."

"...??"

"I wanted to die. Now I understand."

Stephanie is an adorable child; I am unsure what to do without her in my life. I fear for her fascination with the concept. She approaches me after Zen's class to philosophize grave details. Her intelligence is an acute triangular disclosure of mankind.

Saul writes me extensive letters, two hundred and fifty-three, for every closing is the sincere request for me to be closer; I cannot grant him nearness lest I suffer unprepared dismembered darkness.

Hey! This place isn't that bad after you adapt. I haven't seen any of the big ugly cows. I really want you to be my family. Whatever it takes I will go through it with you. I am worried about you running away. I know you think I don't know what is bothering you but I do.

Saul my distant dearest, if I am to do what dismays us both we will be damned together.

My doctor persuades full examination concluding peculiarities; larynx and pharynx connect a sensitive butterfly, reproductive organs comprised of seven passages, three spinal cords wrap a vine, senses without exposure. These do not interest our interests; Del assures me soon this investigation will self enlighten.

"You are a doctor! You betray us!"

"I saved many of your lives, for what I am unsure."

"Would you die for them?"

"You cannot kill me."

"You will perform the dissection!"

"Fuck you I shall not. I refuse to dissect myself."

Light penetrates the pores of my metaphysical confidant, he wails for our torture; not a single objection numbs intention.

"We will destroy them."

"Not without destroying me first."

He uncovers a syringe imploding every secluded patients' blood; the prick yearns dissipation, he is gone.

Sin and Avie witness adoration inside out for a world of sadness while we nuzzle lips tasting nectar dreams. Our children watch mom and dad's epiphany; without each other we desire not to be. Any person desecrating the vow of two as one dies not by our hands.