Momentary Differentiation

"Listen whatever you are I am not interested! Just cause I am half naked inside a club full of half naked.........whatever you are...I do not like you.....like that. Please go away."

Braid claps seven paired bravo; Theo retires deeply offended by ambiguous detention. I worry deception portraying confusion, I garmented seventeen thousand three hundred and sixty-six; I recall each to be without excitement, I am finished.

My feverish headache drowns substantial fluids inside Sim City; everywhere I ought not I am a damned queen only an emotionally inept child recognizes, I do not exercise royal dictation, I am not a monarch, I prefer to be a freed butterfly.

Cries and moans anguish inside my heart, these are not always my own, whomever they belong tries desperately to hide; I desire to be with them no matter who they may be if even previously named an enemy.

Steph confesses I may be unaware of momentary differentiation however assures me I will discover the truth lying behind a thick curtain I assume to be made of blood.

"We all go through shit."

"I know Victoria."

"What is the point in putting people through more shit?"

"There is none."

"Then why do it?"

"To try and forget what happened."

"....."

"Just makes it worse.....I had to learn the hard way."

"Did you think of us?"

"I ignored it."

"....."

"It doesn't work anymore. All I can do is think about how much I hurt all of you."

"....."

"That bitch doesn't feel anything! She's the cruelest person I ever met."

"....."

"She's going to learn the hard way and nobody is going to help her. Why doesn't she care about anyone or anything? It's very frustrating.....I timed her anyways. If she doesn't stop fucking with you they are going take away her social security number. She won't be able to get money."

"That's all she cares about....."

"Victoria will you grow some weed for me and name it Stephanie?"

"She won't be down for that."

"She's everything she hates!"

"....."

Strawberry Bud and Cocoa Nut mate quietly inside a dark storage compartment; we watch innocent foreplay burst into pods of giggling powdery flowers. Our kisses are viewed by two smaller versions of us, we cuddle their sweetness, they ask several questions; how do they make babies, is that how you make babies, what got Strawberry so excited, what made Cocoa Nut lean into Strawberry, how come you do not say anything, do we get to eat some of the herbs. Sixty-three ounces soothe saddened neighbors, we will soon be gone; Avie and Sin's eyes float droplets of rage; the enemy lacks humanity amongst reasonable earth choosing alienation over acceptance and understanding.

Julian curses a heated argument behind a canary cream barrier; he repeats the word "disgusting" eighty-seven intervaled phrases of broken bones, the residence is worthy of alike.

Returning to their original demise is a crew of chip subdued plastic people entering a home presumed to be relief; they surely believed a haven, intention is correctional behaviorism.

"Cordelia do not hurt yourself....."

"I will punch every wall inside that damned thing."

"So will I."

"Be careful with your right fist; the pink knuckle is sensitive."

"What happened?"

"You missed the whetstone."

"?"

"A katana."

"?"

"You were dreaming."

"Oh....."

"You were dreaming about us being trapped inside imaginary worlds."

"How strange."

"I hate fat people."

"What if I was one?"

"......you........no."

My dearest shakes her bundle of joyous curls five whirls.

"?"

"You are not the type."

"?"

"They don't care about anyone or anything. That's what happens....."

Thad falls asleep onto my lap while I audibly read the bible; I part his hair to the side as he mumbles about god damn angels making his life a living hell. David yawns an indifferent daze creating a man sized pillow behind my back, Chester laughs three goofy guffaws slipping into a realm of regret, Ralph kisses my forehead before laying next to folded pajamas.

"Did you write that thing?"

"Where do you come from?"

"I don't know; somebody's body I guess...."

"Have you met her?"

"No....."

"Do you want to?"

"If she's nice to you I will."

"Where will you be?"

"I'll tell only you; please do not tell anybody else."

"You write well."

"I watched your lessons through a lens."

"Oh.....what is your name?"

"I don't have one yet....."

Simon - intellectual riddle, capable of unifying puzzles for intercession however somewhat bound by determination, Queen of Darkness bids him humanity, Queen of Death bids him afterlife, neither secure his stay on earth

"He's sleeping on your pajamas.....what is that smell?"

"He burned a bible throughout a pile of cigarettes."

"How did he start the fire?"

"He rubbed two jigsaw pieces together."

"What was the picture?"

"A naked woman."

"What?"

"Madonna."

"The performer?"

"The other one....."

"What's the difference?"

"I will get you for this child."

"Snow....."

"What is her god damn name again?"

"Uh....."

"I will name her after that crying statue people cross their fingers....."

"He-he....."

"What is the ballad?"

"I wouldn't call it that."

"Why is momma still a virgin?"

"You won't let me enter her temple."

"Hhmmm......"

"I really want to go there."

"Hhmmm......"

"Where is she?"

"She's wearing those net things with strings and a belt."

"What else?"

"That's what I saw when I was hiding."

"What else was she wearing?"

"You don't want to know why I was hiding?"

"......what else was she wearing?"

"What kind of father are you?"

"Father I confess to wearing lingerie."

"Tell me something I didn't know already."

"How did you?"

"Your straps are undone."

"Momma what if I wore stuff like that?"

"It will be our secret."

"What if somebody sees me?"

"They only see what you wear."

".....what else was she wearing?"

"Papa....."

".....why were you hiding?"

"I dropped something; you are going to be mad."

".....she wasn't wearing anything else?"

"Papa....."

"Where is my ring?"

"Where is my ring?"

"She's got it."

"Who?"

"The fat lady."

"It ain't over til the fat lady sings.....or in this case the politically correct grotesquely obese woman."

"Ruby I will not be a viking woman sporting coned breasts."

"I will let you keep the coned breasts."

"I will get you for this child."

"That shit is pointy!"

"He poked me!"

"My asshole hurts!"

"My butt has three holes! I counted!"

"The devil don't like me!"

"Jesus is going to be mad!"

"Jesus don't know about our asses getting poked!"

"Jesus knows all that shit!"

"Jesus's masturbating!"

"Ha ha!"

"Jesus died for the devil too!"

"Maybe he needs to die some more!"

Christ - a white comet which appears before the arrival of Jesus, a moon consisting of mercury and sand sediment

"I hate this place."

"He talks too much."

"Why are we here?"

"Who is that guy hanging up there?"

"What's his problem?"

"He ain't from Texas."

"Does he like pizza?"

"Is that all you ever think about?"

"I think he's a dying; he sure is a little guy!"

"He's a god damn fucking statue! That's why!"

"That talky guy heard you!"

"Aw fuck; he dresses funny, who wears shit like that to church!"

"Is that what this is?"

"I'll be a damned buffalo turd."

"That shit stinks!"

"I don't want to sing anymore."

"That last song wasn't so bad."

"Think it was about sheeps doing things like sheeping around....."

"Those ain't words George.....sheesh....."

"Well god damn it somebody throw something at him!"

"I got me some cough drops!"

"Pelt that yappy fucker!"

"I hope nobody's watching us."

"What if they's got a secret camera hidden somewhere....."

"We got to keep pretending we's....uh......what do they call them S.U.V. people?"

"Crucifixions....crucibles.....crude oil....."

"Uh......"

"That damn there short curly headed gal would know!"

"I know!"

"What?"

"I forgot."

"I hate this place."

"It smells like a hospital."

"Did you hit him?"

"It's stuck to his dress."

"That sure is an ugly looking thing."

"What is that on his belly?"

"It's a target! Hit that there shit!"

"He don't feel nothing at all!"

"That's cause he thinks he's a god."

"Do we do that?"

"Aw fuck!"

Falling into a bath I spit four spouts of baptisms gurgling maddening giggles of religious rebellion; Chester covers my mouth with a printed shirt.

Jesus Loves the Hell Out of You

"Give one to Ruby and wear it to this church for me."

"If I ever see him again."

My dearest Comrade, I feel to be stretched for somebody's demented grievance, I surely wish not to visit their cemetery. I miss you horribly, I scream bloody tears, I wail fear. They tell me a woman named Danielle desires for me to be a doll; I knew this would happen. After all our morphine modeling adventures this is our greatest challenge; I am certain we will crave a syringe the size of our tormentors. I shall think of you when I feel insecure and lonely. I adore you more than my self.

My dearest dearness, I feel to be inflated for a gust of vengeful wind cooling the face of an enemy spectator, I wish for stenches of gas to fume their passage. I miss you dreadfully, I yell bloody tears, I protest frightfulness. They say a woman called Marsha desires me to be a doll; I knew this would happen. After all our numbersome numbness this is our innumerable sadness; I am sure we will contemplate countable suicide. I shall think of you when I feel unaware of my body, misunderstood, and lonely. I adore you more than my self.

"I don't want to be that guy this queer's ranting about."

"I sure as hell don't want to be no fucking ghost!"

"I don't want to be full of no holes....that's for sure."

"I don't want to be any reason why the little guy's hanging there with prickles in his hair."

"He's got hair like one of those hip people."

"He sure does don't he? He must of smoked some good shit."

"Is that why he's dead?"

"Somebody killed him for that? Let's get them!"

"I got lots of cough drops."

"Glad nobody can hear us."

"Or write this shit down like some kind of recital."

"Did you hear that?"

"Sounded like a chipmunk."

"Hope they chew on the yapping man's toes."

"Hope he's got a bunch of sharp teeth too!"

"Fuck! I can't stand it anymore!"

"This must be some kind of torment!"

"He keeps a saying we going to heck!"

"Aw hell!"

"I'm going to light this here joint. If he got a problem with it then he can go tell god."

"What are those people doing?"

"They scare the poop out of me!"

"That lady's twitching ants!"

"This song's stupid...."

"I want pizza."

"There he goes again....."

"Pizza, pizza!"

"I ain't eating those little circles!"

"I ain't drinking out of no cup shaped like football nuts."

"What's he pouring in there?"

"Rich people booze."

"Aw fuck!"

"Looks like blood."

"I hope that chipmunk chomps him good."

"Young lad did you enjoy the service?"

"....."

"Would you like to accompany me inside the steam room?"

"....."

"I hope he bites his big stupid neck."