Milky Boy

Ambrosia and I often venture ought not; we curate the Mongolian Province unaware of war lords and slavery retaliation. My companion interests patches of hallucinogenic mushrooms a group of pulsating pupils enticed elaborate enthusiasm; the geographical grove is a valley centering three hills reaching for mountains.

".....I do not care for this place."

"What do you wish to see?"

"Fields of greenery, wild flowers, wooden houses, individualistic trees, water vessels decorated with stones..."

"What kind of stones?"

"Granite, marble, mysterious lava formations...."

"What kind of flowers?"

"Blue massed stems, five finger pinky perks, brilliant purple, crimson buds...."

Amber sheds thirteen tears, I pick a dried leaf to trickle each into a polluted brook forming between grey bushels of poisonous burs.

Staring at our mirror block ceiling I notice a stiffened sheet vibration; ripe fruit pulps harvest. I am lost inside the moment's dream of a woman's kisses, she is the pleasure of my abdomen. Water streams strands of beach sand into an island, my hand is curiousness of beads, her eyes are infatuating an emotion but I am caught in between the seams of Egyptian cotton. I look down for softness deflating a silken egg shell, she sighs a swift glance of understanding; I wonder what world we exist. A wild fluffy tenderness bows a chestnut chin wearing my baby blue cotton long sleeve t-shirt, she is the desire I seek within an illusion; shredding synthetic threads sound from my eyes sweetly contemplating infinite nectar.

"I don't know how to sew.....Milky Boy.....!"

"I feel.....dizzy."

"Come lay down....."

Light lids my sleep with a hand belonging to the blood of Tusk exciting an insect with purplish blue compound eyes; his mouth is sensitive for apples, his antennae is an absent recognition, he is the size of my chest. Scanning another electrical disturbance I see a woman with thumb and index shaping the letter "L" over her forehead, she attempts shadow defense. Breach of illuminate penetration focuses a Roman porcelain pillar hosting a solid glass royal blue orb; this is a sentimental woe for a periwinkle abode. Briefly I am naked awakening saddening sky cloth, there is a voice of ultimatum, I prefer to be an image rather than an actual doll.

"Why is there a compound?"

"To traps wild horses."

"How do they eat? The earth here is shit!"

"They do not."

"Give them the mushrooms."

"What if thus makes them ill?"

"They are stronger than us."

"As you wish. I also have a bag of granola mixture; we came over prepared for our stomachs. They will be enjoyment for us; how do we get inside the fence?"

"I will open it!"

"Whom do they belong?"

"Nobody I assume."

"They are held captive against their will."

"We know what that's like."

"I thought we were never going to get out of there!"

Catrixenya rows seven vases next to our layers of sleeplessness, each is a different shape and color; blue tear drop, orange sun ray, red Chianti, yellow gemstone, purple grape, pearl snow, black needle. My wife is a fantasy I cry eternity; I tire of killing myself.

"It's okay.....it's okay....."

"You're really hot; who are all those girls?"

"My neighbors."

"How many live around you?"

"Three-hundred and fifty-six."

"They're nice."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"They're my friends."

"Me too?"

"You need to talk with them a little more."

"I like looking at you."

"I like looking at you."

"What were they saying?"

"They gave you a hug....."

"They felt like children."

".....really......."

"Yeah.....are you okay?"

"Uh-huh.....Milky Boy you make me crazy!"

"I feel like I could do this forever!"

"I don't have enough vases! We got to take a few breaks."

Amber invested a milk reformatory dedicated to organic goats and sheep; glass jugs may be recycled eleven concentrated steam mists before retirement, I request seven hundred and eighty after round number nine. He obliges for a small fee, I must wear a costume for protesting the slaughter of cows, white and black spotted calf garnishing bells.

"Strawberry Girl....."

"I don't want to stop....."

"We don't have to anymore."

"Maybe in my dreams....."

"Look over there.....lids too!"

Two hundred and fifteen cleansed bottles glimpse eternity.

A simple touch of a gate twists a knob latch releasing a thousand smiling beings; one greyish silver female shunned for betrayal turns to acknowledge me, I urge her resolution, she bucks her face for pride however I am unimpressed. Ambrosia leads the group alongside a cliff road cautioning the steep edge; they join a forest unseen by common men. Two unsecured guards embossing shaking metal plates approaches without weapons, they fear their lives will be taken for the missing horses; I surrender and confess. Amber slips through an abandoned well to borrow a sifting cavern, he comes for me to escape; I cannot, I fear for the two men's lives as myself. Ten men and women are fanged dental while my companion opens each cage, one woman informs us she has been held hostage for a hundred and eight human years for telling a priest to fuck off. I carry her into the damned hole, she asks me about my wife, twas a dream is my reply; we watch her curse appearances, illusions, misguided sorrow, unwanted children, she is silent. I walk into the front door to sit on the floor of a dark cell; Ambrosia confesses freeing the prisoners, he sits across the palace of thieves.

"What do you want her to be like loony?"

"Sand gusts of spiral curls, ocean crystal blue eyes, dimples, stronger than I...."

I am alone somehow; people accompanied me, I do not understand the term insanity, I am a madman.

"Has something to do with electro-synchronic cell damage.....look into your own eyes....."

"The answer is maybe."

"Hum....drum....bum....what, what....what not....that woman Marsha desires to rot...."

"What you say?"

I never opened my mouth; how does a man speak without sound?

"Light and sound pervades matter young lad. You shall be a woman and you shall be a man."

"What lies behind the eyelids is an interdimensional haven of sadness.....we shall lose ourselves to become found in another sleep.....if we cannot awaken a coffin is our creep.....you were never born.....you may die.....you will come back.....you may never know why.....look into your eyes.....your dreams are interwoven schemes of people without lives.....people without lives.....people without lives!"

"Eeep....eeep....she fears the water....eeep....eeep....she fears the fly....eeep....eeep....she fears to die....eeep....eeep....she fears knowing why....eeep....eeep....she is not a life."

"Where is your husband? Where is your wife? Where is the life you know? Where is the life you left behind? Years will pass, you will remain, days will be forever, night will stay the same, I fear for you to remember this time you spent in prison for you will feel to be here even when you are free."

"Test, test, test, test, test, test.....are you here or there?"

"Do you remember them? Those you are known? They are twelve, you are one!"

"There will be nineteen, thirteen mainly scheme, six compute the realm of stupidity!"

"Stupid people my boy, stupid people, too many fucking stupid people trying to act smart, you give them all their weapons, fortunately for you stupidity is not one."

"Her name is....well I'll be damned so many people will tell, you cannot forget!"

"Horses....you are in here for horses! These represent accomplishment; for a thousand fold you shall be with them but do you feel as they?"

"Worth it lad? You cannot answer. You do not know yet!"

"She doesn't believe in herself. She only believes in you."

"Obesity came from your imagination; what if real?"

"Don't eat shit; let the kids do it for you."

"Disappear boy! You can do it! Not here but there! Do you know there? Do you know where? You will anticipate your sorrow until it is here! Sorrow until sorrow makes little sense, sorrow for morrow comes with much regret, sorrow evermore shall be the enemy's death!"

"You're smarter than the average bear! Yo, yo, yo!"

"Tell her I said that damned horse ate her own shit."

"What makes you makes us all boy; what they don't know is that if you do not exist nothing shall."

Eleven women are scantily clad lipsticks and assorted colors as I enter with a combination for Catrixenya's loft townhouse apartment; I carry groceries for my girlfriend's craving. Celery, tofu, mushrooms, nutritional yeast flakes, black pepper, green onions, seltzer water, lemons; brushes of cloth and paint splotches bid my pardons as I settle myself in front of a large television, a disc containing slides with short snips of Ambrosia and I.

"That's when we went snowboarding; I fell down a lot."

"Who's that?"

"That's my friend. Why is he...."

"Who are all those girls?"

"I played video games with her, that one beat me at Turbo, that one showed me how to keep my feet on the board."

"Looks like they were interested in him.....a lot."

"His girlfriend Natassja is my companion."

"Oh.....well.....I....."

"You want me to wear this jacket?"

"It might rain."

"You look funny."

"I'm not the only one."

"?"

"Well....I....oh...."

"I miss my girlfriend a lot."

"He whispers...."

"What was that sound?"

"You sure she's okay in there?"

"Wonder where she went...."

"He keeps his head down and whispers......shit."

"Your shirt is unbuttoned."

"It's not really a shirt."

"There could be some weird guys out there."

"Like your friend?"

"What?"

"Nothing...."

"I miss her a lot."

"Did he say something?"

"You really should wear more stuff."

"Your pants look goofy."

"What about my shirt?"

"At least he put that jacket on."

"I guess I better go."

"Aw come on!"

"This is her home."

"You were going to make us dinner?"

"There's enough...."

"I'm staying."

"....."

"He looks like a statue."

"....."

"You need a hug?"

"Yeah."

Eleven women hug me, they tell me I feel like children, number twelve covers my eyes while I start to believe in heaven.

"Good thing he wore that jacket."

I am holding the best moments of my existence, the dreams that keep me alive, the essence of my present nonexistence; I hold Catrixenya forever.

"I thought we would never get out of there!"

"Did you hear....never mind."

"I had a lot of.....visitors."

"Hhhmmmm....."

"That damned horse."

"?"

"The stormy one.....she ran off with a common man instead of running into the forest!"

"There is a bottle of glue here."

"It's grey....."

Good for sticking, that's about it.

My girlfriend is coming back to her home soon, I want to surprise her with five hundred empty milk bottles, I am wearing a pair of boxers Snow bought me, there are some hearts with smiley faces, the color is grey. Maybe I am overstaying my welcome, maybe I should stop paying her bills, maybe we should get our own place somewhere far away.

"Oh.....he's my....."

"Hi."

"This is the lady that.....this is her....."

"Hhhmmmm....."

"I just wanted to see you, that's all."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"I'm crazy for you."

"I'm crazy for you too."

"Hhhhmmmm....."

Seventy-four guitar switches fill six boxes, we are done with musical interpretation until the message opens every curtain, we shall remain unknown. Ruby color codes each for Chester and Thaddeus; blue is nauseating sadness, green is guilty gluttony, orange is tyrannical territory, grey is weather worry, red is emergency emergence. Gilbert sets aside eighteen boxes of various malfunctioned computer parts including buttons, switches, light pads, groove dials, twists, turns, and damnation of darkness; we formulate a busy idea for bees without hives.

"They will figure it out eventually."

"That is how much they wish to cause harm....."

"They disgust me."

"Their lives are worthless."

"They will never do us any good."

"Their intention is to kill themselves."

"Shall we die with them?"

"Tis impossible; we shall not."

"They wish to be dictators of some sort...."

"They wish to be without purpose."

"They will die evermore."

"What do they want?"

"They were enlisted for their naivete."

"They are being used....."

"Again...."

"And again...."

"Do they dream?"

"They will never experience sweetness while tormenting others."

"Better them than those....."

"They are the same."

"Same as their tormentors?"

"Tormentors torment themselves."

"We seek justice."

"We fucked with them for clairvoyance."

"They fucked with ours without getting to know us!"

"I rather be dead."

"We are dead."

"Oh fucking hell.....will this ever end?"

Xenya's landlord advises me to leave the condominium complex; she worries for her women companions to be thwarted by a silly man. I wander the earth for eighty-five human years, Amber tucks away with Natassja, I travel distant alleys, I find myself ought not woe to morrow; I am a blockade of wilderness, I miss my girl. Many a man enters a communion I sit troubled by exile, many a parishioner or business partner addresses me to rid us of disapproved guests. My walk is a wish; inside a glass wall a woman is celebrating her career, she invented the midriff. Her eyes are eternal seas I drift for serenity; we run away to Italy.

"Glue.....fucking glue....."

"How to use?"

Eight hundred and twelve signs are posted admonishing the use of animal flesh for useless function.

"Ambrosia! The villagers tell me of a woman....."

"Go and get her."

"?!"

"....."

Thirty-seven people guide me to a cabin; the door opens to a resting gorgeousness, Okinawa strays hour glass reminisce, tides of tears wash away, I kiss a sweet tip of snowy pink.

"I must be dreaming."

"You are my dream."

"I miss you."

"I always miss you."

Jester, where did that train go?

Medusa, who the fuck knows.

Jester, she's going to do something fucked up to you.

Medusa, I cut off one of her toes.

Jester, which one?

Medusa, the left foot, number four.

Jester, where is it?

Medusa, underneath your nose.

Jester, quite literally.

Medusa, what does it smell like?

Jester, tears and clothing.

Medusa, that is from you.

Jester, sew it back on her fucking foot.

Medusa, no.

Jester, yes.

Medusa, no.

Jester, I am worried.

Medusa, I know.

Jester, I put it inside an embalming fluid composed of glue.

Medusa, give it to me. I will hide it for later.

Jester, I got nowhere else to put it, here you go.

Medusa, remember.

Jester, remember me.

Seven women accompany my girlfriend inside her home; tears fall, two hundred, onto the marble tile floor.

"You really like her huh?"

"....."

"You care about her a lot."

"....."

"You don't know what to do without her."

"....."

"You want to be with her forever."

"......yes....."

"No matter what."

"......yeah......."

"I'll kill anybody that fucks with him."

"?"

"Me too."

".....oh......"

"He's going to be my baby's daddy."

".....really?"

"Nobody better give him shit lest they want to get cut."

I kiss Zen's lip six hundred and sixty-six sips of strawberry tea while a moon named Trevor winks at me; we ran out of bottles long ago, I dream of sandstone curls.

"Milky Boy she's our baby."

"Oh....I'm dreaming again."

"Come here.....I want your nose."

"She's got it."

"I want yours too."

"I miss your ear wiggle."

"She does that too....."

"I miss hers too."

Mom, I met Simone and Simon; they asked David for those switches, there are twenty-two. When will I see you again? I asked that horrible man if I can be in the same realm with you, he said sure but I don't believe him. I don't believe anything he says.

Baby, twenty-two? There are nineteen I know; who are the other three for? I don't believe anything he says either; if we are inside the same imaginary world I fear for him to hurt you.

Momma, the three are Julian, some guy named Kyle, and a woman called Fatty. I miss you mom. I don't know what to do without you. I think about you every moment.

Amethyst, can you find out more about Kyle and Fatty? I miss you always. I don't know what to do without you. I think about you every moment as well.

Mom, these sticky tabs are weird. I keep having dreams about being other people. Cordelia told me this happens to all of us.

Amethyst, they are not connected yet; the strangers after us desire to synchronize them for our confusion. Little do they know each of them is wired to their brains.

Mom, you mean every-every they bleed a little? What about us?

Amethyst, I am looking for the spider, they devour the oil residue tracer for each frequency malevolence, yes they bleed, we do not. Eventually they will suffer an aneurysm.

Mom, it freaks me out a lot. Cordelia said there are moments she awakens not knowing which is which; she said you and Ruby deviate to switch out when need be. She also said neither of you touch what they touch; how?

Amethyst, look at this circle carefully, notice the three points, keep this in mind, find the spider, and we should be rid of infestation except for the obvious.

Mom, what if they come back?

Amethyst, they cannot; they are mortal.

Mom, where is Braid?

Amethyst, she escaped; she is getting rid of the symbiotic thugs with Del.

Mom, how?

Amethyst, motorcycles & switchboards, etc.

Mom, I kicked that guy's ass.

Amethyst, what is his name?

Mom, I think they call him George.

Amethyst, does he talk about pizza a lot?

Mom, last words before I spin kicked his mouth.

Amethyst, who taught you that?

Mom, Braid showed me with a guy named Shawn, he has red hair and odorous breath.

Amethyst, I miss you.

Mom, I miss you always.