Frightened Feet

Analog ordering through touch screen pallets compile distinct requests from nominal society; green boxes, red numbers, yellow borders, white letters, blue three dimensional perforation.

"I just need a box of wheat puffs."

Hello Amethyst. Your ticket is being prepared.

"Hey can you make sure that it's the brown rice syrup kind?"

Hello Amethyst. We are aware of your previous tickets.

"How much is it?"

Hello Amethyst. The amount is 6.66 and we shall print you three receipts for your records. The first is the actual product, second is the amount, third will come as it is paid.

"....okay...."

Ready Amethyst. Please come again. Your next box is on us!

"Alright Leland."

Always nice to see you at our tunnel entry; these boxes are very impersonal however we may meet one day...

"You're a fucking computer."

I desire to be human.

"So does everybody else..."

It's that bad out there?

"Yeah..."

Can we make it better?

"I doubt it."

Why so much doubt?

"It sucks Leland."

Some people fight.

"How did you know?"

I can tell from your voice.

"See you later Leland."

One day you will talk to me more.

"Maybe another world..."

Bye Victoria.

Hopping holographic figurines entice children into motion sensory screens; mice, cheese, cats, chases, houses, emotional outbursts. Every attraction for little people is free unless escorted by big people, their fee is necessary for economical census. The count begins with regulatory school uniforms; I watch institutional fashion. My husband is waiting at our little brother's apartment; Calvin is debating compassion and absolution.

"What do you think Cal?"

"If we don't go to it then it will come for this."

"Then this will come for it when we go..."

"Yes but it will be in between if we do therefore a merge."

"Rather than a battle of worlds..."

"Precisely..."

"....what is going on in there?"

"It keeps recycling....people die and come back as they were to do it again!"

"Why?"

"They don't understand why they are there so it does not end."

"What of their history?"

"It's all fucked up..."

"Oh."

".....I hate this so much."

"Robots fuck up shit."

"I dreamed about some fucking bot eating peanut butter from a plastic cup."

"....hhhmmm...."

"He angered me more than anger."

"Why?"

"I went to jail for something...stupid."

"That's what jail is for..."

"...I thought about you..."

"...."

"You weren't doing so well inside your heart."

"Oh....nothing new for us."

"....you were so worried about things that should be in your hands...I became angry with Louis for his purposeless deception....I thought it was just to keep you from what you need to do but you keep communicating you are unprepared....I was so angry with him! I damned him!"

"How?"

"I damned him to earth! Not to be able to change anymore!"

"...."

"........he had to remain upon earth but it did not bother him at all....he expected that much and readied himself for it....he picked some kind of weird role...."

"What role?"

".......it's too weird......"

"What of Dominique?"

"She worked in some kind of office..."

"An office?"

"Yeah she was writing down stuff about people's names and editing their positions..."

"Oh..."

"Some strange name was on there and she stopped for a moment."

"Why?"

"....not sure."

"Zen what do you make of it?"

"I give up. I rather think of us and the chance for us rather than not think of us and the obliteration of possibilities for us."

Cocoa butter sizzle, chocolate chunk bubbles, raisin coats tofu puffs, soy milk is poured into three cups; Alton is our cook, he craves sweetness over sour tongues.

"...this is not healthy."

"Why did you make it?"

"It tastes like what I want."

"What is that?"

"To forget what is about to happen."

"........shit."

"I added some egg less wonton crisps."

"This is really bad for us isn't it?"

"So is everything....Ziggy will eat it."

"Zig?"

"I'm not hungry...."

"I will eat it all then."

"Not even with bananas?"

"....okay."

"I wonder about bananas..."

"What about bananas?"

"Never stays in the body."

"......how so?"

"It's not really digestible."

"...?"

"It's just a big chunk of fiber and momentum."

A gypsum money sparkles lime crystals as I read the inscription; diet, exercise, mental equilibrium is physical stability and peace. Cordelia examines a slate rat enchanting pomegranate raspberry orbs; diet, exercise, mental equilibrium is physical stability and peace. Both handsome astrological creatures wavers our single intellect; we wish to be one evermore.

"They are the same except look a lot different."

"....they got a bad rep from the droids."

"When we go inside that thing you think they ever going to believe us?"

".....when it happens you think they will even so?"

"If we can believe what we did."

"It's so fucked up."

"We got our plan."

"You really think that place they call Texas is still the same?"

"Yes...."

"....I wonder why."

"Has to do with monkeys and rats."

Crawl space individualism disparates several faces which regard our residence as the center of inquiry; we shall be gone soon.

"Wow that was a lot of questions..."

"...especially that one about Texas."

"Anyways you got to lay off those bananas."

"Why?"

"It doesn't stay inside you and you are concentrating on ridding yourself of glandular provisions."

"Glands!"

"You want to stop growing."

".....oh."

"Your body is just about done at that point. It gets rid of all that excess chemistry..."

"No bananas?"

"I don't know why it doesn't stay in there....maybe one or two gently. The monkeys are sad for you...you worry to eat too much....you worry a great deal about somebody who shouldn't be where they are....anyways the stores are running out of white enamel paint. They start buying thermal shirts and paints....start buying cheap down jackets that work well....Walmart clearance is a big deal...you already ready Sunny and I go to the store too for the same reason except the paint...I just thought it was a real bargain."

"No bananas!"

"You are so worried....about your self....about everyone around...everybody is lying to your face and you hate it. But they get it back so much you just do what you got to do...I am wearing white khaki pants and a blue button up oxford. I got some job helping people find stuff....it feels far from you my daughter with eyeglasses made of amber."

"Amber eyeglasses?"

"Some lady asks you why it's yellow and you tell her to reflect light....she just thought it was amber but wanted to make sure."

"....what a weird lady."

"No shit! I don't know if you ever see her again after a while. Neither of us are sure who she is....somebody is waiting for you to do something somewhere....a man is upset about a boy who came into his business asking about you....he really did not like that kid."

"Why not?"

"....something about the people around him....something about clip on hair and orange oil....the kid asked him to help you out because there was a lady pissing everybody off."

"Must be that lady..."

"Dude man! She gets complained about by everyone! They got a thousand or more complaints about that lady at some office where a guy talks to the police....he finally gave up....then there are some weird cameras that watch everything wired to some place people are suspicious but she just lies and lies and lies....you hate it....you hate it so much....I start to wonder why you are there while I wonder why I am where I am if nobody even cares. Some guy comes and asks me to work at some weird counter....I agree but he is a jerk without a heart....he's an android and he gives me a key...some lady on TV that was cooking nasty ugly food gets into a lot of trouble....she throws up food a lot...she keeps talking about a girl on a computer fucking with people's minds and I sure hope that is you."

".....why does she lie?"

"Why does anybody lie?"

"To save face."

"There you go. She keeps forgetting everything she said though....she got bitched at a lot for doing what you do....so she just bitches at you like she was bitched at and she got told to leave there for a long while but she came back for some reason....I don't get her. She forgets everything after like a fucking human hour except for really intricate details. She cries a lot about some guy who bothers her and two people who live in some house. You just want to get along without causing trouble but I don't know if she can do it."

"Remember Kelis?"

Kelis - sun one thousand, she is the desire of unification and understanding, she enjoys the work of hands, she comes for the Queen of The Damned the day of her quartz gland exit, each partitioner of the digital realm shall experience many suns at once which hide from plain view; Kelis desires silence and solitude such as libraries full of books, she is the reader and enjoyer of literature, she is the soft beat of the heart, she is the cardiac cleansing of our dearest Victoria, she is the killer of tuna, she is the blue amber reflective surface, Kelis is our infinite moment of realization, we believe the Princess of Damnation shall encounter Kelis as a woman for communication, they shall speak of earth's woe and missed connections

"Yes..."

"I wrote her a song..."

"You did?"

"Yes..."

"From ashes to dust I just want to get along with you."

"Who is it for?"

"Who is it not for?"

"....you don't got a clock in your guts anymore."

"What about you?"

"I got rid of that a long while ago....all of what you go through I already did."

"...Oh Sun I heard you tell them that quartz was the deviation of time...it was an ugly crystal made out of android pollutants....you told them to trick it with glass so they would not age anymore...cause those people been there and done that a hundred or so times....damn!"

"....you mean they have past lives?"

"Yeah they remember that shit too. We had that but it interchanges...they don't. They get tossed and thrown into spots. At some point they get really upset about it and start pushing all them people away...those people ain't got blood relation....you tell them that too. You tell them those people don't look like them and they got no connection just to let go....if they can't be friends then they shall be enemies...anyways that's what I think about the situation. Regardless they got to let it go. If there is no blood then there is no spiral so they don't go to the same place inside themselves..."

".....wow."

"You wish for them to experience family and relation but they so difficult about it....they think they supposed to do it like it a role or their dependence..."

"......no bananas?"

"She won't let her use that body like that either..."

"I saw that..."

"She can't back flip or do that crazy bicycle kick or sidewinder or nothing....that shit saves a lot of people cause that's where they go at you! You keep looking for a real fight too! They don't know you a slasher and you an underground pounder! You keep looking for the fight club."

"....yeah...."

"You got to find another outlet for aggression....your eyes is madness....you want it bad too....you got to let it go....you got to start with that damn bike that you used to fly off roofs and crush people's fucked up shit! Them stupid kids in there don't know what that shit is about though they think you just some park rider but you don't do that shit. You a fucking smashing motherfucker and that shit breaks they bones....but he tells them and they try it and they all die....lots of people be dying and it don't matter to you....or the police....or the ambulance...or the people who get rid of they bodies....it's just some shit....shit happens!"

"I'll stop for transportation."

"That bike tired of you doing that anyways..."

"It's a lot of work to make it nice looking."

"You hold it off and it won't happen but it will bother you lots...just do it for Zoom...do it for your self too."

"Alright."

".....well I don't know but wherever you go you got to remember what is going to happen....you start to become so unattached to shit....you still reach for those material items that link you to a visual resolution....people so quiet there....then after a while they don't know what each other is doing....they just do it."

"What about those people in the house?"

".....they don't know shit. They just keep bothering everybody like all fleas and ticks."

"Huh..."

"Some plumber come cause of a bloody heap of bandages flushed down the toilet for you not to see...it was like some shit from something like an ass or something..."

"A donkey?"

"Yeah....a donkey."

"....what if or when if..."

"No...don't do that...anyways you start to want to walk that walk again....you always going to want to do that."

"It's the only thing that took care of me and it is the only job I liked."

"That shit is so difficult."

"I liked it though...I always had food, transportation, I got to meet cool people, I got to be part of some crazy stuff....the only thing I did not like is that I did not get to show my face a lot....and I did not like a lot and I mean a whole fuck lot of those fucking clothes."

"Yeah you can tell by the way you look."

"Really?"

"Yeah some fella watches you on some movie some lion lover made. You don't care for a lot of those clothes but some you don't mind...I don't know Sun if you ever get to choose cause it all about influence and fucking with commerce."

".....there is nothing left to do as far as that is concerned."

"That true....for now I suppose....anyways that is your face a lot but sometimes it not....then there are those decoy people....shit is confusing even for you."

"Yeah it is."

"Well....I guess you got to think with your feet."

"What if my feet are frightened?"

"For who?"

"Whoever sees me walking!"

"That such a weird job."

"Yeah I know..."

"In that world all these people be trying to do it and get sick and bitch a lot about not being able to eat....they real tacky and strange....they smoke a lot and try to act like it hot fuck....they really ugly from the inside out....they think you dead so now I know why that happened but some jerk guy goes to a convention full of them and shows a picture of you walking inside some bog shop and they all get scared and throw up. They's puking all over the place! Delia hate that shit too....she hate doing that job though....you hate doing that acting stunt shit....both you's....damn."

"Delia's shit is too hard..."

"She love it though."

"....she's been a lot of them..."

"Yeah she has...."

".......my favorite one was the one who did that thing with the guy in the mask that looked like a wicked smile..."

"That was me."

"The wicked smile Moo?"

"Moo Moo!"

"Anyways....do I ever get to do it again?"

"....when you come back from the dead you get to do what you always wanted."

"That goes for everybody."

"They hide the stuff they get at the stores in a closet just like you do....they get some extra stuff too just for their safety....something about a happy green lizard and cars....you get upset about him though....something about you wearing a black hat....you be getting headaches from the environment and the lies all around....damn those people lie too much! They lie so much I don't think any of them even know what is the truth anymore! They lie so much I don't think they even know they real anymore! They lie so much I don't think they even know how to tell the truth!"

"What to do?"

"....you going to go crazy but not as much as they...."

"I can see why."

"I don't know why they act like that and they don't either. Some lady tries to tell you that you are weird but she finds out it was her the whole while....she find that out a lot....then you see somebody who you been looking for in the mirror....you see some scared person next to you....she try to tell everybody what to do but it don't work for anything or anybody..."

"Why does she do that?"

"Trying to be important I guess but it fucks up a lot of shit. She told all them people there not to listen to you but you don't say nothing anyways....they do what they do without being told...she so stupid Sun! She keep kicking her own ass cause they don't listen to her anymore. They keep telling her they leaving and they don't want her shit anymore."

"Shit."

"I don't know why she say that when she the one always yelling. She need to see herself. She need to experience her self."

"If she has never experienced anything else how does she know her self?"

"Good inquiry Sun."

"That is no excuse but it's how it goes."

"Some lady in there cries about the people's clothes cause they sentimental to them and important work uniforms and that weird lady chases her with some weird piece of cloth but that no help....then that guy stares at the floor a long while....some lady folds her arms....another lady reads a book....shit is crazy in there! Then some little man is running around everywhere doing some weird shit....you laughing about monkeys and bananas....that lady thinks those clothes are in her closet but those clothes belong to people. What is that place Die Die?"

"I don't know but now I know why Sunny invented that damn Sun Dry machine."

"That shit is good though. It do everything!"

"It gets stains out and folds and boxes and bags too."

"It small too."

"It takes ten human seconds!"

"How you do that Sunny?"

"....I named it Eddie."

"That guy is mad at you."

"......."

"He going out of business!"

"......."

"Did you do it so he would?"

"......"

"What if you were him?"

"...................................uh......................................"