Turbo Tisket

Ruby presets a message replay for Turbo to recite when I enter; personally never socialized with the cynic of unidentified flying objects however he replaces my function if I am not found in certain locations. Poor boy wears an aluminum alloy flattened football for a head, bubble ball for a belly, quad jointed appendages; he is empowered to render me useless however the children adore him.

"Vic if I must speak with Turbo once more....."

"You could at least leave an outgoing message."

"Cocoa Bear!?"

"Turbo this is Turbo; Gilbert says to exchange analog exhaust. We are too slow."

"Child, I don't like him; he shows no fear."

"Sir could you paste a picture of yourself on his dome?"

"J'adore! I am pissed off!"

"Cocoa Bear! I want a strawberry baby but I do not want Turbo to be there."

"Amethyst, I programmed directions for Dynamo; she will take you."

Introducing Turbo to ours is flat photography; we did indeed take a picture of their expressions. Snow configures verbal operations insuring her Loon a decent amount of sanity, Cordelia puts a new toothbrush in his left hatch, he bows for Little Madam, Lucid laughs hysterically, Zen tilts her head to the left side of my heart, Victoria throws an empty punch, Braid covers his figure with a red cloth, Tusk shakes his head in every possible direction.

"Ruby how did all of this happen?"

"It started with an idea."

Dynamo arranges the target simply from longitude and latitude scan; our destination is New York. Pink silk curtains line passageway mazes and I am a girl. Everywhere is pleasure, blush tickles while searching for my twin; he is the other of plasma convection and I exist as his muse. All of this splendor giggles into a black epicenter of my favorite women suiting me for lingerie.

"Ruby! What is the name?"

"It's a secret."

"Where are you?"

"I'm wearing it."

"This is a big fucking deal you know that?"

"Oh...?"

"We got to do it."

"Do what?"

"What do you look like?"

"There's a hidden VIP."

"No shit?"

"It's a secret."

"I'm coming..."

"Sssshhhh....."

"I can't figure it out."

"I forgot how I got in here."

Turntable groove catches a lost record for the needle weaving erotic adventures; I am the nomad of vamp.

"What does VIP mean?"

"I don't know."

"I still can't see you!"

"I am somewhere close to you."

"I can hear you."

"So can I."

"I feel your presence."

"Me too....."

"You are periwinkle."

"Yes!"

"The design is honeysuckle."

"How did you know?"

"Those are easy."

"I look like a bitch."

"Divine!"

"Mikel made thrones."

"What do we have to do?"

"I don't want to think about it. We have thrones!"

"I'll get him for it."

"He's wearing a thong right now."

"What else?"

"What else is there?"

"What color is it?"

"White....."

"I don't want to see him."

"He's in the window display."

"My back feels like your back."

"So does mine....wait....I don't have curly hair."

"Blonde??"

"Will we always be like this?"

"What if I scream gitty when I turn around and see you?"

"I'll put my hand over your mouth."

"What if I burst?"

"You must contain yourself; we are professional even after death."

"We are dead professionals?"

"Not yet; this moment we are live bitches in the house."

My self swaps bodies dreaming a man pairing me for an endless journey; he is spectacular lace embroidery fit to trim strapless, wireless, bare abdomen corset brim garter mesh belt, black spiders tangle two hips webbing platinum spike middle finger length strapped knee bondage boots. My mind drifts to a crazy construction worker who fell from the ledge above; I swiftly remove an orange helmet to discover my blood.

"Nadia!"

"Amethyst tell him to leave; I am not dressed."

"Nadia!"

"I'm fine."

"She's not physically injured."

"I am offended."

"You're wearing lingerie."

"Yeah she is...."

"Nadia, you must wait."

"What is that?"

"He's cute Amethyst."

Albert's tools spread about a mat boasting Superman; Turbo's lights are flickering and I am amazement. Cursing commences bloody announcement, children come to us asking rehearsed questions to receive inaudibility for amusement.

"Duh uh uh oh I oh duh wha...."

"Cordelia what will I do without you?"

"Wander about aimlessly."

"How did you know?"

"A lady told me."

"I will come for you."

"Will you do anything to rescue me?"

"Yes."

"Lucidity said we must surrender."

Warning host preparation complete training sequence initiated Turbo wins!

"Cordelia gather ours and go."

"That fucking robot is going to kick your ass...Sir."

"Cordelia!"

"I gave him a toothbrush."

"Go my dear and tell Moi she is mine."

"Forever?"

"Yes."

"What about me?"

"Yes."

"Well I beat her at a game of squares and she said that we are even until the next."

"Where is Victoria?"

"Nowhere in particular."

"I'm about to be attacked by a pot bellied machine."

"Uh huh."

"Where is Victoria?"

"She's reading."

"Where?"

"Victoria reads books for quiet."

"Cordelia."

"Sir."

"Cordelia."

"Sir!"

"I will get you both for this."

Avitas is a convincing smaller me; I follow her thinking about the word mama repeatedly. She is speaking a maternal persuasion, the tone atmospherically enhances an aura I am oblivious. A group of young men sits inside a lounge while husband number one is recording. My miniature personality introduces me.

"This is my mom."

Fourteen legs sprawl into a lobby thudding grand exit. Avie is unusually satisfied, she perches upon a satin chair elbow resting upon her right palm, fingers contemplate a pair of lips with spider legs. I begin to understand the lion belongs to uncharted jungles and I will not always be around to roar.

Our magistrate informs me the office has run out of purple sheep; I am kissing a handsome man, whatever concerns them will be dealt with a tube of red lipstick.

"This is my Beau."

"Yes dear I know."

"I want him to be my husband."

"I counted."

"You did?"

"Seventeen....."

"Seventeen what?"

"Seventeen sheep."

"This is my Beau."

"Do you take her to be your wife?"

"Can you see the lipstick on his neck?"

"He is unbuttoned to the waist and yes that is very evident."

"Oh."

"Do you take him to be your husband?"

"I do."

"Okay."

"I really do."

"Yes......"

"Do you think anyone will notice?"

"Let them."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't see how it can hurt; just lipstick kisses and an open shirt."

"You didn't say it...."

"I said it seventeen times my dear. Seventeen......seventeen......"

"I adore you."

"I now pronounce you man and wife."

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Okay."

"Seventeen and a red Chanel sheep....."

"I adore you."

"Be careful."