Closet Spaces

Unhealthy mentality depends upon face value; everyone sees, everyone pretends, everyone is emotional however desperation is inhumane. Violence is an undergoing surgical procedure, we lay underneath a pendulum scalpel wishing for another world; the desire taints our essence.

"It's a whetstone. The doctors use it."

"What kind of doctor?"

"The ones you should seek."

"Ones?"

"One of each."

"I've been shot before."

"...I saw the burn."

"Do they know why?"

"Why you were shot?"

"Yes."

"I do..."

"Why?"

"Satan."

Satan - father of the sun, original source of flames, thought to be the dragon's breath, thought to be the tiger's bravery, unlike known theological scores of star shaped galactic masses bursting fire thus is nucleic ultraviolet purple with blood crimson throwers, preliminary light giver unlike any other, philosophized to be the spinal cord entry for eternal enlightenment, factually this sun is unfathomable due to intense magnetic electrical interference

"What about Satan?"

"Make them believe he is the worst thing that ever happened."

"Why?"

"So they resort to god."

"What of god?"

"It is the word dog backwards."

"No shit."

"....fucking weird ass people..."

"I like dogs."

".........."

"Do you think they will ever figure it out?"

"What that we're here and that's basically it?"

"What else is there?"

"The fantastic exploration of reality."

"Thus is a dream!"

"....will you ever know?"

"Where do you take me?"

"Home..."

"Where is that?"

"That god damn refrigerator you were digging for cocoa particles..."

"We must of been gone a long while."

"Yes..."

"What of the world?"

"....what of the people?"

"?"

"You will see them inside a box."

"Strange..."

"Is food that important?"

"I rather have my wife."

"Remember that..."

"I still must eat."

"So you can have your wife."

"Is she mine?"

"....perhaps if you can let go."

"Why should I let go?"

"So that you know."

"Know what?"

"What is meant to be will come back to me."

"What about me?"

"I am you too."

"What if they try to force another existence upon me?"

"It won't work despite the torture."

"How?"

"You are you and you must answer your own questions truthfully no matter who asks. You are quite another type other than control. Nothing will enforce you to act separately from the whole...even if thus is an antennae bore into a hole."

"....what if I lose myself?"

"You cannot."

"?"

"You are not a disk sitting next to a mole."

"What does he do?"

"Zap! You're home."

"Bye?"

"....you will hear my voice."

"Huh?"

"......I chose to be your reminder."

"Memorandum?"

"Literal sound recognition!"

"Deep coffee."

"That is what I sound like?"

"You will affirm my madness with your tone?"

"Absolutely. Tis my desire until now."

"When is now?"

"When there is no past or future..."

"What of the present?"

"Without a past or a future there is no present."

"Only now..."

"Good bye my friend. Remember good bye is to pass again."

Inheritance is sleep; Diesel walks, Kevinya covers himself with sheets.

"Take care of him will you?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"When?"

"Always!"

"....she won't remember me will she?"

"Will you?"

"When?"

"....I saw them in my head...."

"Do I see them?"

"...not until I'm dead."

"Why would you?"

"I haven't..."

"Me neither."

"I don't care for this dream."

"That motherfucker looks at your food."

"Why?"

"....he just got there...checking things out..."

"How does he get there?"

"You cue him into a trait."

"Why?"

"To prevent people's deaths.."

"I am at risk?"

"You guys told him if he fucked with you that the sequence would obliterate."

"...did he already?"

"Sunny you got to dream about going to jail...it's going to hurt a lot..."

"Then after?"

"....hazy people play you..."

"Then?"

"Some boy talks to you."

"What?"

"I don't get him."

"What about him?"

"Something about pink making him puke."

"For real?"

"Yeah!"

"I love pink."

"I know you do."

"She can't go on without pink....tis her cherry blossom bud."

"He's funny."

"What does he look like?"

"....people are mean Sun."

"I know."

"....really really fucking mean."

"...huh?"

"You got to stop eating so much fruit."

"....huh?"

"Pack on those veggies."

"I don't get it."

"God damn that's a lot of tuna but you could eat more..."

"Can you run and eat tuna?"

"No..."

"...."

"It hurts..."

"You tried?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah.....all that raw chunk is deliberately a solid stationary muscle. All you can do is flex it."

"....I'm sad."

"Anyways he wasn't supposed to be ingesting that..."

"What?"

"....guess you will never get to know him."

"Who?"

"I don't get this dream."

"Neither do I...she sort of tries..."

"Nadia wears pink."

"On her tie."

"She wore a pink embellishment."

"To piss people off."

"....okay."

"Carrots, onions, celery, broccoli, peppers, garlic, stuff like that."

"With tuna?"

"Yes."

"Sounds really good."

"His stomach hurts a lot."

"From what?"

"All he eats is noodles."

"Why?"

"It reminds him of you."

"When does he come?"

"What if he doesn't?"

"Suppose I wait."

"So close yet far away..."

"She stole her pink stuff!"

"What?"

"Some stuff in a bottle..."

"For me?"

"That ugly pig skin face took it!"

"Why?"

"....it's poison."

"How?"

".....never mind."

"I like pink."

"God damn it Sunny! Stop eating so much fucking fruit. Go to the fucking store...the ravens can't score greens and herbs."

"Okay okay!"

"Not now!"

"When?"

"Oncoming now..."

"When is that?"

"Later!"

"....Diesel...."

"God damn that kid can eat a truck load of bananas and apples."

"What is wrong with that?"

"....do you know Amethyst?"

"I am hers!"

"She doesn't eat meaty fruits. Just melons..."

"I like melons."

"Kid's a god damn rhino stomach."

"So many noodles."

"This is a weird house."

"You haven't seen shit yet."

"She keeps forgetting she's there."

"......yeah well."