Green Stuff

Grotesque neon lime mold swamps a tube injected into my abdomen, Chester's head is a clear plastic hockey mask, the mouth is open, his eyes are flooded with tears; Caviar also known as Stephanie runs lengthwise spaces to my left hand, her words are free flowing intervention however I am dreaming of a woman handing me a bluish sky grey key. Next moment or possibly none at all I lay with my husband; I play with his lips for eternity. Steph carries me in damned fetus position to Kevinya's sofa bed; I play with his hair for hell's heaven.

Kevinya - vampire

Kevin - fanged heart, a blade possessed by bats, any imitation will die hence only one shall carry this name, he is the Queen's husband

Ya - (suffix) united man

Gravel is a three way street, railroad tracks are deserted people, there is a man being kicked in the chest by locals; I separate from a group inviting welcomes to gather his body. Seventeen men and women screech upon my unanticipated beckoning, I hiss madness for their deceit. I call him Paul to my back he is the burden of misunderstanding, his attire is white braided sleeveless vest, black oxford, creme khaki slacks, black arrow tip loafers.

"Why do they hate me?"

"They think you're white."

"I am white."

"You are a man."

"I come from L.A.; I came here to get married."

"Whom?"

"Some Asian lady; a fat lady said she would arrange it."

"You chose to come here?"

"It's where she told me to go."

"Do you still feel impulsive?"

"Fuck no. You're a woman.....?? You carry me like a man. Are you stronger than me?"

"Depends on what you consider to be strength. You're not that heavy."

"They jute me anyways. I'm a Credit Crump."

"What is that?"

"I collect people's money when they owe some; I give them a really hard time."

"Strange......"

"That's how the world is.....what about you?"

"I carry around men who don't know what they are doing."

"I'll get you for that."

Saul - the Queen's bearer of secrets, damned by enemies, freed through bravery

Horus, Antoine, Dracul, Lawrence, Artemis, Adjoah, Kristov, Renalto, Leona, William, Varushna, Lexus, Imanni; my recollection is futile sentimentality considering the circumstance of whence I surrender to be a project for revenge.

My lids are asunder for a man kissing me as I work until finishing myself; I see a child edging towards me wearing assurance for a brilliant smile of innocence, my right hand caresses her sweetness, she is my adorable Cordelia. This is my cuddling warrior, she sits inside the space of a lounge yolked egg, her serenity is my shoulder.

"I know where you come from."

"I'm going to find out sooner or later."

"Where did you learn that from?"

"Some lady that drove me crazy."

"Literally?"

"Yes unfortunately...."

"What will we do?"

"She will not stop until everyone is crazy, I experienced this, I shan't exaggerate or placate; her name evades me this moment however mine is eternal woe for her brain."

"A headache?"

"Aneurysm...."

"She must be horrible if so....."

"She's a mortal."

"Braid is one of your teachers...."

"The woman was clearly a mortal."

"How so?"

"She cares not for us or the B.P.L.O."

"What is that again?"

"Nothing....."

"You are my child."

"Solely?"

"For now."

"And for moments afterwards....."

"You will be shared."

"You do not share me?"

"I try not to...."

"Would you give me away?"

"Marriage?"

"Yes....."

"Would you give me away?"

"Hell no."

I am inspected for hormonal bursts of extremity, six women exuding melon vineyards are advanced gardeners for the field of under dress; six thumbs up catch my right chocolate orb, six smiles please my left cocoa bulb. I desire to be led to my husband however I am aware many will watch us. Naomi picks me up from under hind legs to middle back portion lifting a strangling stomach coagulating acid, she sheds three tears before the slide I am to be with my man; all I can do is nuzzle his nose and lips while we drift into sonar suspense.

"Jester....."

"Medusa....."

"Take a shit load of pictures for me."

"I just like taking pictures of you."

"Why?"

"You are my muse."

"I adore you."

"I know."

"Will you show anyone?"

"I will show everyone!"

"How?"

"Do you remember the sticky pads?"

"Fuck yes. I wrote fuck you lots....."

"The lady who gave them to you is my confidant."

"I adore her."

"She knows...."

"How do we meet?"

"I've never met her....."

"How do you know of her?"

"She leaves me sticky notes at the studio."

"Whatever for?"

"Advertisements and such....."

"Interesting....."

"She recycles everything."

"Everything?"

"Every fucking thing."

"That must piss people off."

"Yeah....."

"Does she know about the fan?"

"There is a net....."

"A fishnet?"

"That's how she describes it."

"We are still missing something....."

"People."

"How messy."

"That's what she said."

"What did you say?"

"Fuck it."

Jester and I are without a clue what the word fat means; we are unsure how to spell the damned sound.

Ladies & Gentlemen, I would like to introduce lingo for verbal visuals. The word Phat has yet to be determined by our known intelligence however such may become a staple for slang anthology amongst several alike such as cool, hot, trip, sweet, etc..

Victoria it's me Dominique, this was our most difficult researched vocabulary, we conclude a similar sound to be derogatory spelled with an f rather than ph therefore we shall use the word Phat for baggy clothing; perhaps thus will boost social aptitude to be polite.

Dominique, I'm supposed to be a professional bitch.

Victoria, we're all professional bitches. Othello needs pictures pronto.

Dominique, what kind of pictures?

Victoria, whatever.

Dominique, they are going to cut off our communication.

Victoria, even so we are past verbal and written nonsense. Our shit is tight. Fuck them.

"Steph, what is fat?"

"A substance which slows molecular rate; such causes poor health and degradation of physical nature."

"That's what they did to me."

"Yeah but you burned it off. The left over stuff is really soft. I played with it for a while. You feel like a plush teddy bear."

"This is anatomical insanity."

"No shit."

"My stomach hurts so fucking bad."

"I know. I switched tubes with that mean lady. Anyways I figured out if you eat natural peanut butter every once in a while that will calm down the aching. I gave you a teaspoon of flax seed oil and that relieved the colon cramps. You're going to have a difficult time with your body."

"Shit."

"It'll be okay. I promise. The same shit happened to Catrixenya except reversed. He gained all the weight back but it scarred him. You both are so similar. You will come together even if it feels like forever; you are the same person."

"Your bra cost me an arm and a leg I get to keep."

"Did it really?"

"I had to reach all the way to a top stack standing on one leg."

"It's beautiful. It's my favorite color."

"Pink....."

"Why do they use letters to correspond size?"

"A for awkward, B for boy oh boy, C for cowabunga, D for damn, E for exasperate...."

"Which are you?"

"I don't know yet."

"Will they recognize you?"

"My favorite ladies are far away from here and they work in offices."

"You need to get a few."

"Where is Lucid?"

"She sent her away."

"Fuck. I'm fucked. She doesn't understand at all does she?"

"Either that or she's just a fucking cunt."

"What is she?"

"A mortal."

"That could mean anything."

"She really is a mortal."

"Suicide makes us mortal as well however under certain circumstances it does not."

"What do you mean?"

"Suicide due to physical torture is not mortal; suicide due to mental guilt is mortal."

Victoria is unconcerned for the audience's starving complexity; she maneuvers terrazzo with prime division separating herself from viewing demand to entice consumer consumption rather than the flesh of young women. I understand addiction to be an unfolding clause of dictionary discontentment disconcerting previous detriment however our children care not for the act of politically correct. Avie and Indie twin neoteric nimbleness huddling about our stance; we realize influence to be the Water Carrier and Scorpio.

"Mama I want to do it."

"Do what?"

"That."

"That what?"

"That."

'What that?"

"What?"

"What?"

"That!"

"What?"

"Shit."

"Don't curse babe."

"Is that what you call shit?"

"Yes."

"Shit is a curse?"

"Yes."

"Shit."

"Don't curse babe."

"I can't stop."

"Why?"

"You do it."

"Whatever I do you will do?"

"Almost...."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Ruby come get your child."

"Amethyst come get your child."

"Fuck."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

"Indie! Do not curse."

"Amethyst! I curse for thine mouth."

"How so?"

"Whatever you say I learn."

"Jasmine! Come get your child."

"What did you do?"

"I said fuck."

"Fucking hell."

"Indie...."

"Amethyst!"

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't say fuck."

"If I say it you will tell them to come get me but I belong to you."

"Yes you do."

"If I do not desire to be yours all I must do is curse?"

"Uh...."

"Fuck!"

"Ruby!"

"Fucking shit Amethyst!"

"Shit! Shit! Ruby! Your kid is fucking me up!"

"Fucking fuck! Amethyst.....your child is giving me shit."

"They're genius."

"They belong to me."