Fish Eye

Clyde - child of the zombie meta-physicist known as Iman, child of the nightwalker Armando, mercury shall become his left arm, he is the creator of Moebius the Queen of Death's vehicle, he is the island sentinel, he is an ice crystal man, he is evermore a resolution for chocolate

Moebius - technology infused with nucleic Absinthe to create an exoskeleton enhancement, generative communicator with the crow spider, alive evermore, insect vehicle

Crow Spider - the Queen of The Damned's physical brain

Crow - the Princess of The Damned, child of Absinthe given mercury blood from sixteen moons and a thousand and one suns, she will be known as her mother (Jared do you remember which one we were supposed to add a detailed description? I cannot recall which is which....)

Spider - ghost bearing eight jointed legs, beautiful killer, venomous warrior, arachnid anatomy, navigator, serene intelligence, violent karma, lack of forced compassion, lack of fake emotions, creator of counterfeit currency for the final number zero

Zero - the only number, an Amber mathematician who lives inside the Absinthe computer

Absinthe - spiritual devaluation, detonator of deadly reminisce, mystical eyes, reflection of light, nocturnal gift, the color of marijuana, silk juice

"Don't forget Amethyst you are always a student."

"I shan't forget you or any for that matter."

"Teacher..."

"Why do you call me that Daisy?"

"I learn from you."

"...I am your influence...you seek the reason of such."

"Nevertheless I want to drink from your tea cup."

"A spoon is enough for you."

"....tastes of honeybush!"

"......hhhmmm...."

"I am covered in dirt."

"Where did you go?"

"The cemetery..."

"Whatever for?"

"I thought you would be there!"

"What did you find?"

"....a beehive."

"What did you do?"

"......I watched it for a while. It reminded me of those people we pass by..."

".......were you alone?"

"There was a man in the corner of my eyes....both of them so I know he was there....he was wearing crimson and purple."

"....where did he go?"

"A house."

"A mausoleum?"

"....more of a crypt, there was lettering engraved throughout the sides..."

"What did it say?"

"It said he misses his child for whom was kidnapped by vile people known as cattle herders."

"What if the child is you?"

"....I wish to return to him."

"........."

"I dreamt we shared a building of some sorts....it reminded me of a wound."

"...just us?"

"You walk very fast or something...."

"Really?"

"You come and there you are then you go and there you are....like a parallel woman!"

"Oh..."

"What is this book?"

"....Before Adam."

"I like it."

"....I haven't read it."

"Really?"

"...."

"I will read it for you."

".........please do."

"Victoria will I always be your little brother?"

"....unfortunately yes."

"......uh...oh...okay...what about Chad?"

"........he thinks of you the same."

"Even if I work with a bunch of topless women?"

"What if they are men with fake breasts?"

"....all the better! Why would they do that?"

".....Kevinya predicts such a thing may happen in light of our anatomical influence."

"..........that's going to piss me off."

"Why?"

"Because it's deceptive."

"What is a man and what is a woman?"

"Okay a woman is a person with long hair that wears spiky painful shoes and a man is a person with short hair that wears button up cotton shirts."

"That is a terrible definition."

"....I learned it from you and your husband!"

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

"Did I learn the wrong thing?"

"No....not at all. I am the one with a.........you know."

"No I don't."

"Good."

"Well I don't want to have long hair and wear painful shoes."

"Okay then don't..."

"I want to have short hair and wear Oxfords....with shiny shoes."

"....okay then go ahead and do that."

"I will."

"Okay that's fine do it."

"Alright then..."

"Okay."

"....and I'm going to wear tight pants."

"You really were quite observant weren't you?"

"Do I get a grade or something?"

"Are you a piece of meat?"

"....what is a grade?"

"A confusing letter for determination."

"A dictation or actual letter as in alphabetical?"

"A little of both."

"....didn't they make you go to school?"

"I don't know what the hell it was. I had to wear some kind of kinky uniform..."

"...was it plaid?"

"No it was black and a very specific aquatic blue."

"What did you do there?"

"Sit and stand then go to an apartment where Cordelia and I acted like shit."

"What did you do?"

"Run around in our panties and curse."

".....yeah you went to their kind of school."

"Kevin and I took the same walk to each room. We wrote each other notes..."

"What did they say?"

"....we got caught."

"Then what happened?"

"I had to write somebody's name on the chalkboard six hundred and sixty-six counts."

"Who was the guy who talked to you when you sat in there?"

"I don't know but I recall his voice sounding like an interviewer I met when I was....sleeping?"

".....yeah?"

"Yes."

Hissing cones, steel compression, whirling engines, frantic androids, sketches; the mirror is my personal stranger yet I behold this image for infinite repression.

"What is infinity to you Gia?"

"....a moment which feels to be forever."

"Then you are yet to know what consists of eternity."

"......I know I am here for the duration."

"You will no longer need to tell yourself so....remember me when you walk out the revolving door...."

"There are many here..."

"Only one will bring you back to who I am."

"Who are you?"

"....who am I to you?"

"A part of me I shan't let go."

"You got it."

"Got what?"

"It."

"What is it?"

"A revolving door."

Thick books apprehend canvas straps into messy red lipstick smudge, my olive green carry bag is a bloody university, I regret the Waterford crystal tube meant to secure crimson lubrication. I stack each cardboard recyclable into a pyramid formation while humming ACDC's Back in Black. The librarian is a young man tipping gold plated spectacles gradually grinning; I call him Stanley however his name is Lawrence. Stan sits across from me sighing a deep breath; night blue

strands stray from his sloping forehead.

"I had a dream my eye was made of glass..."

"Which one?"

"....my right one."

"What happened?"

"You took it out so I wouldn't be angry at myself."

".....eyeballs reattach themselves as long as the sense is preserved..."

"You consider an eye a sense?"

".....it is a sensory receiver."

"Like a spider?"

".....where was it?"

"Inside a milk container I keep."

"Is there milk in it?"

"It looked like milk..."

"It wasn't milk?"

"No and I didn't want to touch it...it reminded me of your boyfriend that guy with really blonde hair and he looks Japanese..."

"The Japanese are blonde with blue eyes."

"....oh....I thought they were people who know how to sharpen carbon steel..."

"The basic word Japan is for the sword. The people who represent the sword are beautiful blonde strands with watery blue eyes....they are those who bear the children of sword bearers...."

"Only you would know that..."

"Where are you from?"

"Vietnam."

"The fish nation?"

"Yeah that's why I got blue hair and black eyes."

"......hhhhmmm...I don't know much about where you are from."

"Nobody is supposed to..."

"What are you doing here?"

"I like to read books and go to those classes..."

"Was that you?"

"Yeah!"

"Did you talk to that man?"

"Yeah he said he was going to give me a piece of paper with a strange name."

"....weird isn't it?"

"I just like to read books....those books make me laugh but I memorize them pretty well."

"Oh....whatever for?"

"I am not sure yet but the guy said that one day it would make sense and he told me to be your friend evermore no matter what may come to be."

".....oh......were you mad about the eye?"

"In the dream?"

"Yes...."

"No not at all. I was mad about the white stuff."

"I can understand why."

"I got over it though because it's some kind of preservative."

"How did you know the eye was in there?"

"There is a Korean character on it that means Corona."

"......what are you like in your dream?"

"A big asshole."

"Why?"

"You wanted me to be a big asshole so nobody beat me up for liking books."

"That makes sense."

"Yeah it does."

"Do you remember who you are?"

"....I got to live with some bitchy lady who drives me nuts!"

"......is that my fault?"

"No...some weird fucking machine made us suffer with stuff like that."

"What happens?"

"....I don't know but some weird boy dresses like a girl."

"Do you like dogs?"

"....I like the little ones."

"God damn it."

"I saw yours...he waits underneath that tree that hangs over the blue bench."

"Does he like you?"

"Yeah...well I don't know if it is like or dislike. I talk to him and he turns his head at me."

"What do you say?"

"I ask him if he is a demon."

"....good question."

"Then something weird happened..."

"What?"

"......some guy raised his arm really high and Odin jumped up...I dropped my glasses but when I stood on my feet the guy was hanging from a tree limb crying a lot and the wolf brought me my glasses..."

"......shit."

"Why did he do that for?"

"You are a very lovely man Stan. Don't let anybody call you a name other than yours..."

"What does Stan mean?"

"Stanley is a well educated man who admires skillful literature."

"Did you just make that up for me?"

"It's a few words from Korean put together..."

"I don't understand that language very well."

"Why not?"

"....because I am not a sailor who curses a lot."

"Oh shut up."

"....haha."

".....anyways if you get a little dog tell him about me okay?"

"......alright."

"Odin doesn't growl or stare at you?"

"No..."

"How did you know his name?"

"I wrote a book about demons before...they call me Dante."

"...."

"What?"

"I wondered who wrote that."

"You read it?"

"Yes..."

"....I just wrote it for fun..."

"How did you know his name is Odin?"

".......he told me."

"How?"

"............anyways I got to go. I got to catalog some kind of fashion magazine they call Vogue."

"What is it about?"

"Fashion..."

"Okay please be more specific..."

"Oh....it's a lot of writing about sewing, design, elaboration, decoration, and visualization."

"Just writing?"

"....it's completely in Sicilian Italian."

"The name is..."

"French yeah but they said it would be universally spoken by everyone and there is no other word to describe what it means."

"Very interesting...."

"....don't spill your tea."

"What do you drink?"

"Tea."

"What kind?"

"...green."

"With honey?"

"Yeah a lot of it."

"Is it cold?"

"Yeah it's icy."

"....oooh."

"What do you drink?"

"Black tea with lemon grind."

"....so uh you really want to stay awake for a while don't you?"

"......do I look like insomnia?"

"...yeah."

"So about the bitchy lady....who is she supposed to be?"

"A parental figure. But I'm a beeper!"

"....I don't care for her."

"She has some kind of weird roommate."

".....huh."

"She bullshits a lot."

"How?"

"She tells people a bunch of shit to impress them."

"Why?"

"....I will try and figure that out."

"Will you remember me?"

"If I stop being such a fucking asshole yeah...."

"Well if you do make me some of that tea...and don't you write poetry..?"

"How did you know that?"

"I listen to you when you reorganize the books....it rhymes..."

"I call it freestyle."

"Well don't sell out and look stupid."

"What if I do?"

"....I will make fun of you."

"Do it well."

"I will."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Sunny I am bragging about you around a big room full of people who wear flannel and jeans."

"...me?"

"Yeah I tell them you are a good kid."

"........why do they call you Diesel?"

"I am selective about death."

"Oh...die...selectively..."

"Yeah..."

"Am I vain?"

".....the girl I am looking at is incredibly vain."

"Is that the same as conceited?"

"No....she just worries about representation."

".....Ruby went to the store to get us some flour."

"What for?"

"...you know the girl who lives across the block?"

"Oh Sunshine?"

"Yeah...."

"She makes great orange soup."

"She makes a lot of great food..."

"Uh huh?"

"She is trying to make something called a dish fritter."

"...sounds like a fryer."

"Yeah....the bouncer at that red light bar carried me to her house."

"He's got a shiny head."

"They talked about cooking a lot."

"....hhhmmm...."

"I met an ice skater....Odin ran out into the frozen pond and everybody screamed and left except for him."

".....must be a beeper."

"He likes pink but he won't wear it."

"....did you go to Moonglow's house?"

"Yeah he kept bitching about people bitching."

"We do that a lot."

"He said they wore hats you could fill up with ten gallons..."

".....what were they doing?"

"Asking him for hot dogs."

"What about Wasabi?"

"He made me seaweed fresh baskets with brown rice, star anise, and fresh tuna cylinders in the center..."

"How many did you eat?"

"Five hundred and four."

"How many did he eat?"

"....fifty-six."

"Brooklyn is full of chefs in disguise."

".........am I in disguise?"

"....Sun you shouldn't worry about her too much."

"Who?"

"The Island Girl."

"Why?"

"Because you are her."

"....how come it didn't work out the way I planned it..."

".....well.....the island cannot hide."

"Why do they call if Jamaica?"

".....jamming and it broke off California."

"When did that happen?"

"When I had to pretend to be some guy named Baptist."

"...what did he do?"

"Eat bugs and be hairy."

"......."

"He took a bath a lot."

"...."

"Oh shut up."

"I desire Brooklyn to come wherever I am."

"Me too."

"Why do they call it Brooklyn?"

"There used to be a pure water stream there but some fucked up people dammed it off....a guy and his gal died saving everybody....her name was Lynn..."

"....did you ever get to meet them?"

"They said it was you and Zyna."

"Were they together?"

"Yes..."

"You mean a couple?"

"....yes."

"You mean like intimate?"

"They said that's why they died....they laid down together on a raft and a current took them away..."

"They never did anything right?"

"Nope...they died."

"....how did he dress?"

"He wore a white plain t-shirt, black cotton trousers, black leather restaurant shoes, and a black fedora....he had a switchblade."

".....what was his name?"

"....Bronx."

"Oh..."

"That's where they found his hat so they named it after him."

"What about Queens?"

"....I guess we will find out together."

"....New York is my favorite place ever."

"Even if the sky is purple?"

"Yeah!"

"Even if there are holographic projections of actors?"

"Yeah!"

"Even if there are mechanical tubes growing out of it's sewers!"

"Yeah!"

".....even if the Hudson is full of strangers?"

"That's where they belong Diesel."

"My name is Armando....I don't know what it means though..."

"I read it before..."

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Armando - legend of the vampire, conquistador of planetary anomalies, the lion's crest, British Latin philosopher, skillful interpretor of many languages excluding falsification, vigilant parental guidance, soothsayer for The Queen of The Dead, contemplative woe is his distress, justice is his desire, any of which deny his grace shall surely die from damnation