Hard Ass

"Thirteen halcyon, positive contact; hi."

".......I really want chocolate soy milk."

"Carbon steel forgery....more than ordinary; you...dig??"

"....cocoa particles........"

"That house is a maze."

"Does it have chocolate soy milk?"

"I'm watching you drink it....strange little..little...gulper....."

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Halcyon (contributed entropy - unknown source) - elemental forebodence....mystery...incomplete directory...to be continued.

"Everyone in this world is doing something....without me."

"Strange conviction....."

"Maniacal depression..."

"....sigh......."

"Blink tink blare."

"Things........."

"Obsolete heretical.....!"

"Hatchery."

"Wedge?"

"Full."

"I've got black eyebrows."

"Menagerie."

"My teeth stick to things."

"Usher."

"Fuse."

"Anise seed."

"........."

"Epoxy."

"Fidget."

"Dung."

"Mung bean."

"Fiscal."

"Perhaps I should interpret."

"I was looking inside the refrigerator."

"Frozen locks open eventually."

"I wish it was colder."

"May she cry upon your shoulder?"

".....do I get to wear a tank top?"

"Wife beater?"

".....ribbed cotton elastic stretch for me."

"Come with me."

Eternal pallet, eighth wonder, seven distress, six refractory replicants, five substantial solvents, four falcons, three triangles, two people, one necessary involvement.

"Help me."

"Kill me."

"Die for me."

"Reminders come and go."

"People plead."

"Food."

"Water."

"Roof."

"Cave."

"See you later."

"Never again."

"Alsworth."

"Alsworth."

"Badger...."

"Valiant liar.....hospital world...grandmother....forefather..untold...hold. Fold/told."

"Sold!"

"Wow."

"Bye girl."

"See ya sister."

"Wish you were there."

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"What of Pharaoh?"

"Black hair, blue eyes."

"Mine evermore shall thus find!"

"Mouse."

"Pet?"

"He bites."

"Futile trance!"

"I meditate well."

"What a romance!"

"Did you marry him?"

"Twice."

"Go there to find thus shall evermore.."

"Confusing............"

"Write it down to figure it out."

"Abstract converse language scenery....multitude will see."

"The spider is sexual."

"???"

"You're a virgin."

"That's me."

"Banquets dine, webs intertwine, she eats for thee."

"Where do you exist?"

"Fragrance of Memory."

"Goddess?"

"Nothing such!"

"Pretend?"

"Pageantry?"

"Run away."

"Running shall despise legs."

"Eight?"

"Two are yours."

"Come again?"

"You shan't in the sand."

"Pardon?"

"There you will rest."

"Sleep?"

"Three deaths....."

"Of me?"

"Bed sheets."

"I wear?"

"Shelter from the heat."

"I lay?"

"Extermination."

"I am dead..."

"Tribulation."

"Biblical shit?"

"Watch your mouth; it moves quick."

"Destiny?"

"A gas station."

"Where?"

"Digital doomsday."

"Reverb?"

"Guitar play."

"Has been?"

"There again."

"Will I return?"

"Yes."

"The sand I rest?"

"No."

"The sand I die...."

"Thrice."

"I lay in sheets."

"Gone."

"Whom shall see?"

"Everyone!"

"Laughed at!"

"Smiles."

"Happy."

"Satisfaction."

"Hatred..."

"Sorrow."

"Abnormal.....?"

"Not really."

"Sad."

"Sure."

"Disgraceful."

"Grotesque....."

"Pageantry."

"The fallen shall rise."

"Wings!"

"Eagles."

"Sheep?"

"Staff."

"Game?"

"Lost for winning."

"Riddle."

"Chaos."

"Almost..."

"Completion."

"Where am I?"

"His body."

"Whose?"

"The dying moon!"

"Which one?!"

"The son."

"Why do they..?"

"Born of Christ."

"The comet?"

"And the womb of humble intention."

"A man?"

"Sort of.."

"A bat?"

"Flies too."

"Maggots shall eat me."

"You don't taste good for white wiggly."

"...."

"You will enter."

"A gate?"

"..no keeper."

"Keys?"

"Pieces of bony foreheads."

"I won't come back."

"I won't either."

"What of thine?"

"They go too."

"Where shall we abide?"

"Satan."

"The sun?"

"Two."

"Number?"

"Count."

"One, two...."

"Evermore."

"My daughter."

"Field of flowers."

"I am small."

"Aren't we all!"

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Alsworth gave himself to church; the square smokes. Juniper berries feed our mad scientist; he is a wandering world. I confuse him for myself. I look for him everywhere; wherever I am is a personal question. Shaved bristles grey dove feathery backwards description; round eyeglasses at the bottom of a river. He is not dead; he thrives inside puzzling anarchy, organized distress.

Sleepy man rolls over, heart beating wilder, throbbing; uncertainty is a name.