Okay

He must surely know I am hosting his molecular structure per each digital remnant of our infrastructure thus our environment influences us as one whole experience.

Ashing cloves resonates my breath; I inhale a black miniature cigar held by a leather gloved thumb and forefinger. The fragrance is worrisome; I pinch orange glowing particles into a small glass bowl. Zen exhales clean air, she opens her palm, I retrieve four various smoking wraps; Black & Mild Cream, Swisher Sweet, Phillies, Kamel Red.

"Does he know you do that?"

".....you do."

".......why do you do that?"

"I just wanted to try it."

".....no."

"?"

"No."

"......."

"What else does he eat?"

"....do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

Cellophane splits fertilizer nicotine stench; I crumble each thoroughly. I discover two thirds a vanilla votive, square green soapstone incense burner, flax seed oil; the mixture soaks for several moments creating a dark chocolate color.

".......green moon cakes, fried red bean paste, tempura scaly perch, deep fried rice cake, chocolate melt soy based cream freezer box tubs, frozen bananas..."

"Frozen bananas?"

"....those are very good actually."

"Really?"

"What do you like?"

"....I just want out of that fucking house."

"...he does too."

"My boyfriend?"

"He cries for you."

"What about you?"

"....you punished me."

"Do you have any sweet peppers?"

"The little ones?"

"Do you like those too?"

"Yes I do."

"How did I get here?"

"......he's sleepwalking..."

"He's heavy."

"He picks me up."

".....oh."

"I want to pick you up."

"You're a little less..."

"Yeah."

"What else does he eat?"

"....chocolate coated pretzels...must be fresh Bavarian breaded yeast less beer soak...he doesn't eat dairy...I eat eggs. I honestly do not care for his appetite. He does not drink alcohol but he will eat it after marinate or stew....I drink cognac and ale. He eats marijuana but only if it is organic. I don't mind the hydroponic kind....it doesn't taste as delicious or feel quite the same. Kettle chips I will eat. He does not and he doesn't care for it when I do. He eats a whole hell of a lot of fried food but only if it is natural oil. I've tried hydrogenated oil before....he does not like that. There are days he will eat one meal and nothing else. I don't understand. He likes honeydew and cantaloupe a lot. He likes watermelon so much; I think that is his favorite."

"...do you smoke it?"

"......he does too."

"...I got an itch."

".......yeah."

"It's bad."

"It must be inside that house."

"...I don't like it."

".......neither do I."

"Where is he at?"

"Who?"

"....he hides or something..."

"Kevinya."

"Why does he do that?"

"....he's paranoid."

"I need him badly."

"....what about me?"

"Different."

"Elaborate..."

"He's my strength in this thing.."

".....and I am..."

".......you're my heart."

"Oh."

"!"

".....why am I not your strength?"

"...my heart suffers with you."

"That makes sense."

"He just keeps going."

"He does."

"....he won't come."

".........what are you going to do with him..."

"If he comes?"

"...yeah."

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

"I need him to help me pick out stuff and make economical decisions. I need him to survey our proposals and charm strangers."

"That's what I need him for..."

"He's my friend and my confidant."

"That's how I feel about him."

"Those are not cats."

".....do you date anybody in there?"

"......what?"

".................................you know."

"...no I have no desire to date anybody while exploring digifuck."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"What if he looks like me?"

"He's not you."

".......what if..."

"There is this one person but I haven't met them yet."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know....some guy with something....he likes the bong thing."

"What bong thing?"

"Some ugly fucking thing I am fixing for Duke."

"........are you going to go out with him?"

"We have to pretend to do some shit for something I don't know fuck it."

"...I taught her how to do that."

"......great."

"...what do you look like?"

"I don't know."

"What do you see in there?"

"Sad things and bull shit."

".....what are you afraid of?"

"Everybody dying and the whole digital world transforming into marshlands without food or clean water....and I will still be alive."

"I thought about the same thing."

"....floating on a boat...looking at nonsense....it's not scientifically possible though."

".....really?"

"Yeah."

"What would happen?"

".....do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"....it would grow body parts instead of plants and food and water would be everywhere because nobody eats it.....thousands of us would run about.....buildings would disappear and pop up...dead people would turn into skeletal masses of trees and bushes. It would be worse than the marsh thing but that is still possible if we kill ourselves but we won't be able to disperse. We would still experience the damned thing....damn it."

"....pears?"

"Yeah."

".......tis my favorite."

".....they hurt."

"I wonder why."

"It's similar to muscle growth from exercise..."

"Who are you exercising those with!"

"....are you for real?"

"......yes!"

"....I think it's from the wheat puffs and molasses..."

".......what?"

"....they react to the combination."

"You should eat a lot of it."

"............it makes my blood pressure drop."

"Don't eat a lot of it then."

"...I don't know about you."

".....I'm your husband."

"What?"

"Come on....we're going to that chapel where that man looks at me."

"You expect me to remember this?"

"I will."

Cordelia protests sanctification while carrying me over her shoulder; she lays me inside a wheeled contraption. Rustling paper tickles my feet; I glance at pink tissue parchment. The walls pillow satin peach diamonds, clouds float above me, rain is a pleasant rhythm; Zen's blonde tuft sleeps upon my belly. I sigh a sorrowful realm; she kisses my eyelids.

"I hate them so much."

"He does too."

"I wish them death. I bid them eternal damnation but I desire their return as a white donkey and white boar..."

"That's what he wanted too."

"I don't want them to be human again."

"They never were..."

"How did they get to be flesh similar to homosapiens?"

".....science."

"...why don't they just go away."

"......they think somebody likes them."

"Who?"

"Us."

"No way."

".....yeah."

"How do I make it obvious I don't?"

".......they'll figure it out eventually and give up on the notion."

"Nobody ever liked them."

"....I guess not."

"They're mean ass people."

"........yes it's particularly very bad too."

"....I think they killed some people too."

"....he thought that too."

"Some elderly appearing people...the dark shadows...there are a hundred and four...a child too...they all look at me...they all look at me."

"He thinks they did something to them."

"....touched them weird."

"More than that."

"They tried to get money too."

"....yeah they got about forty dollars."

"Where does their money come from?"

"Church."

"That's what those people do."

"Everybody knows that."

"Do they?"

"....I pay for my own shit except for the fruits and vegetables that pop up."

"He has a weird phone."

"I do too. People call me from other dimensions."

"Yeah."

"What did we just do?"

"You know!"

"Yeah I do."

".....little white haired man tells me they steal everybody's sentimental things..."

"Yeah they stole my jewelry and my paintings."

"Me too."

"Why do they do that?"

"They ain't got shit."

"Ain't?"

"That's what that woman said!"

"........okay let's go to that chapel thing."

"They annoy the living hell out of me."

"Me too."

"Are we both sleepwalking?"

"....yeah."

"He snorts like a hog."

"....it's worse than that."

"He coughs light bulb huffs..."

"Yeah he does."

"She bleeds out of her nose and passes out."

"I don't know why they don't die."

"Everybody wants them dead."

"If I was them I would kill myself."

"They act like they are normal or some shit which makes them crazy as fuck and everybody in god damn digifuck is a fucking retarded god damn fucker for not waking the fuck up and seeing what the fuck is going on! I fucking hate them too. I think they should go to fuck with them. I don't do any of that god damn shit. Everybody fucking knows they are wack motherfuckers. They are just as bad as they are....whatever they ignore is what will be their demise including me. How do they just sit there and let them......fucking stupid. I hate them too. I hope they all go to fuck together. They must all fuck each other or some shit."

"He said that too."

"I'm a god damn vampire. It's so fucking obvious. I look like an ancient relic of unseen worlds. I don't look like they do....my back has two extra vertebrae....my eyes glow reflections....my hair looks like caked blood.........I wear black leather for no god damn weather reason......are these people deaf and blind.....yeah I guess so. Especially him....what the fuck is his problem....fucking weird motherfuckers! I don't give a shit if they call me vampire. I don't give a shit what they think about me. There is one me. Those disk fuckers don't even look like me. I am not like everybody else there............but they are cleaner than those other ones. I'm not mad at the neighbors though.....they are stuck inside me..."

"He's not mad at them either."

"Some of those people just don't know. They just ignore them and think they are not real."

"Yeah....but those other ones they know and they need to be dealt with."

"........the neighbors hide a lot."

"They do."

"I have to too."

"Me too."

"I hate this place."

"Me too."

".......god damn it."

"You know that guy and his wife got caught inside the tide."

"That's what his problem is?"

".....yeah I think he's one of those B.P.L.O. people Braid talks about."

"...he looks different than they do."

"She does too."

"...he treated me like a god damn criminal."

"......she did that to me too."

"Fuck him."

"Fuck her too."

"He talks like a rap video."

"She does too."

"Why do they do that?"

"Why did you make them?"

".....you directed that shit!"

"......are you acting like fucking happy slappy square pop?"

"That's what Ruby says...."

"Are you?"

"If I talked to him like island Brit he would not know a god damn difference of English and liquorice..."

"They don't know."

"They know something but they are acting fucking crazy!"

"....my mom is blacker than a panther."

"......her name is Ebony!"

"Your dad is the same tone."

"He's chocolate....she's coffee."

"She's got that hair and he does too."

"I knew we shouldn't of made them look like that..."

"That was Amber's idea."

"....I got so tired of people calling us monkeys and god fucker knows what..."

"....uh huh."

"Amber has been beaten with fucking spiked bamboo sticks torn from cages..."

"......they really think people look and act like that?"

"...fuck!"

"........well Braid said it would work."

"They think the uglier and blacker you are that you're a wealthy talented television person."

"....they think the whiter and prettier you are that you're an asshole."

"...I hate people."

"So do I."

"The digipeople are just like what the fuck..."

"Yeah they are."

"They don't get any of that shit."

"No they don't."

"They like Beyonce though."

"That's because you're a giggly girl."

"....they don't get any of that shit."

"....nope."

".....I haven't been called a nigger yet."

"Neither have I!"

"That's amazing!"

"I know!"

"....what the hell."

"They don't stare or grab their shit either."

"....the black folks wonder why the fuck they do that shit..."

"Oh shit!"

"What the fuck!"

"It's all fucked up."

"....god damn it."

"....we blame you the most."

"...........I can see why."

"You're all over the god damn TV."

".....weird."

"I mean all over the god damn thing."

"....huh."

"All over that fucker."

"...........I haven't been called a nigger!"

"...I haven't even heard anybody say that just for shits and giggles..."

"...........I still hate it."

"Me too."

"I hate those people."

"I hate them so much."

"Ruby must be going fucking nuts."

"Nadia is making that face like what the fuck."

"....I need a god damn job. Little white haired man is freaking out."

".........I got one but that criminal record thing fucked me."

"...the police are weird."

"Yes."

"They don't even need any."

"Nope."

"The crime rate is bull shit."

"Yeah."

".....I am on the TV a lot."

"Yes!"

".......I've been waiting for this."

"We all had it and you get yours in digifuck playground."

"I was looking forward to it too."

".....shit."

"..........I want them gone now."

"Me too."

"Do you get weird vibes like duality and triple sense?"

"I'm not sure if it is real or not."

"...I dreamed about that lady and the bat boy."

"Me too."

"What did she do?"

"She was sitting at a porch."

"Yeah..."

"The boy was running around a park with a box of strawberries."

".....oh."

"He told me he didn't need to eat them anymore...then he threw it away."

"Did you go to the can?"

"The park attendant told me tis no good."

"What did the boy say exactly?"

".....can't be wandering for those things while vines be growing out your ears.."

"..........he threw away my head."

"Does time exist?"

"No."

"....it's a circle."

"Yeah but when we get inside that box it's going to stop."

"....we're at the chapel."

Deacon Cornelius welcomes us inside; he is dressed for casual adventure. We hold hands walking past stained glass windows.

"......are you ready?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes I am."

"Do you?"

"I do."

"I do."

"Tis done...I'm going home...I am upset."

"Why?"

"I had a dream I was a police officer."

"Where?"

"....I met your mother."

"Whose?"

".....you're married."

"Sir I need to know something..."

"Yes?"

"What do you feel would be justified for those who cannot be dealt with by law or citizenship?"

"Death."

"....what if they threaten our lives?"

"They are fools and they shall die thrice."

"Why do you say so?"

"You cannot die. If they are wise people they will know. If they are unwise they will be slaves to morons..."

"Do you know who I speak of?"

"Charles and Young."

"How did you know?"

"I arrested them seven times."

"What?"

"Cocaine, heroin, assault, assault, assault, assault, battery and assault."

"What happened each time?"

"....they paid to get them out."

"Why?"

"They're fucking idiots that's why Zen."

"....."

"......."

"Some people are just god damn stupid."

"What should we do?"

"Yes what should we do?"

"Show them what you are."

"What about you?"

"???"

"I am going to be black fractals."

"You think they would know better than to threaten."

"The townspeople or the threatening people?"

".....both."

"The antagonizers are idiots and the people who believe them don't give a shit about you."

"Why not?"

"Mortals are everywhere my dear."

"....mortals."

"I hate them."

"........."

"...so they will never go away."

"They will die."

"...we can't wait that long."

"Neither can I."

"What foolishness to feed them and give them money."

"That is church."

"What foolishness they exist..."

"Uh huh."

"....."

"They threaten to emaciate you and impoverish you."

"We make our own money."

"Uh huh."

"...."

"They threaten to do all but physically harm you because thus is illegal."

".........they can't hurt us."

"No they can't but those people don't give a shit about anybody but their own selfishness."

"They're hooked on shit."

"....yes I know."

"Are we dreaming?"

"......we will remember this."

".....they use us against them."

"Yes but that is not why they don't do a thing."

"Do they even listen to them?"

"No."

"What do they hear?"

"....something about green frogs."

"What?"

"...fucked if I know."

".......well I wish them death and bid them nevermore."

"Will you marry us again?"

"I hope so."

"....is this the last?"

"You are going to be mad at me Victoria."

"Why?"

"I annulled all the other ones...."

"I didn't actually marry Kevinya."

"...it was his idea."

"......okay."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Okay - tis reasonable for circumstance and evermore peaceful for all who emotionally exists