What Happened?

"Crazier shit's happened..."

Diesel is logical absurdity possessed by a moment; he is wearing black from head to toe. You Know Who defies scientific rules with wit and intellectuality. They are dreams for me except for one man standing with arms crossing his abdomen, left side profile facing the window; might of been a statue except for slight jerking movements acknowledging everyone speaking.

"They want our minds..."

"Everybody not just us..."

The pawn shop is likely out of stock for borrowed bodies; try to be economical.

Misery is an elusive poetic justice for unruly scales otherwise our torture is an unexplainable rebirth of those never born. Tears do not vaporize and confusion circles without an end.

"We will think we are going crazy."

Diesel and Who illuminate with possibilities leading to one conclusion, being crazy is our legitimate introduction for the discovery of how we came to feel this way. Faith is a dementia we rather not explore while they converse about an existing future in a nonexistent state.

"What do you think it'll be like?"

"Trippy."

"Hope they don't shit a lot."

"They won't see it."

"I'll feel it."

Nerving emotion causes an array of internal oddities while consumption is an unusual contraption. Nutrients promote well being in most circumstances except for in between.

"How will they become us?"

This inquiry stuns the elders.

"I don't know. Does it matter?"

"He's right. They do it; we are it."

"It matters if we want to be aware of what we're doing."

"If we do not know what we are, we will not know what we're doing."

Chester is a smiling damp sponge and I am unsure how this occurred. I am not amused nor do I feel concerned. He is slowly walking about, unusually confident, while Thad presents a sugary dull grin griming processed colors and dyes from factories. Dim light blue, matte mucous magenta, nitrogen urine yellow, toxic green, mock me purple, black blood grey, carbonated degradation brown, chunks of moo flesh, scabbing yeast film; I vomit on his feet.

"Aw she's sick..."

Compassion does not exist; snakes are murder victims.

"We can't be with them unless we host!"

"It's the other way around."

Know Who is a secondary thought for the first man of flying anomalies.

"They host the appearance while we perceive; other words....."

"Why does she look like that?"

"Look like what?"

"Like that!"

"It's just an illusion."

"She looks like that; I touched her face."

Sticky glaze is not an exfoliant and this spa technician is a cavity.

"We will be images bats project."

Damn I must of misplaced my head or perhaps legends of blooming forests found me inside the darkness of perception. This mad man, damned as I am, makes quite a bit of sense, if I was him; I wonder if I am the only one who reads. He does not write for me.

Thaddeus asks her to join a preschool yellow plastic table for a hamburger; she asks where these come from.

"It's all in your head; that's what he'll tell you."

"This is an actual table, the room appears to be a classroom of some sort, and you are consuming a slab of meat packed into bread."

"You won't be here or eat stuff like this."

"Then who will?"

"Me..."

"How will I see this?"

"Inside your head."

I despise Chester but not Thaddeus.

"Thumper doesn't know what he's got coming for his ass when he gets to you Ace."

Zoom is Ace of Clubs, the lucky pilot who jumped across, and You Know Who was there to witness. Pookah traces our steps into an empty apartment inside a bruised building; she is wearing red.

"This has got to do with girls."

"What?"

"They're after you."

"If girls are after us then a boy is after you."

I miss him terribly.

"He thinks you won't be able to find him."

"Really..."

"He thinks you will give up the thought."

"Why..."

"Because you won't know where he's at."

"I will always feel this way about him."

"I know."

"Where will he be?"

"Out of your head."

"Where is that?"

"Whatever you don't understand."

"Why will I not understand?"

"Because nothing makes sense!"

"Nothing is senseless..."

"That's right isn't it?"

"You tell me..."

"There's something, you just got to stick with it."

"Stick with what?"

"The plan..."

"That I don't understand."

"Neither do I."

"Then there isn't one."

"Guess not."

Thad slams his forehead onto the toy store stationary object.

"A couple more might jog your memory..."

Calypso rhythm is music; man's undetectable cranium is noise.

"That's enough..."

"I still don't know what we planned!"

"Why do this?"

"Because we can."

Rolf's face is splattered red hovering over a body composed of deadly creme. A wave of wild sand flips back for infatuated eyes bluer than me as I am.

"Fini..."

Self mutilation is a ghastly awakening as I check myself over to see the disappearance.

"What was her name?"

"Elisha."

Penny picks up flat copper worlds wherever she goes, Sheena is a slick hair product, Ashley cooks brownies, Kelsey listens to Radiohead, Leslie believes in anime, Lacy obsesses doilies, Tory is a torrid affair, Kinsey needs kin...

"You're going to recognize me.....right?"

"Monkey See and Monkey Do!"

"Present..."

"Here..."

"Take a good look!"

"Check us out!"

All I can recall at this moment is how much I adored them.