Stanley's Staple

Inversion sleeps and dreams, diamonds betray greed, intellectual earth will suffer. Time is a personality trait floating above water underneath down feathers; beaks chat of brighter people and dim animosity. Many squabble a scramble as the egg cracks, frying pans roar, oil is a world, embryos scream, hungry mouths shall feed. The city is my rib cage, every swerve sharpens per passer by choosing not to acknowledge my existence; wherever I may go I am, wherever I am I go, no rebuke for marked words.

My children smile a dead woman, her adoration is evermore; I see her when I am the deepest sorrow, she appears to me mysteriously attractive, nocturnal earth rests upon her pillow. Oncoming war sounds a drum inside my chest; I am yet a warrior. Nevertheless survival is neither battle or restitution.

The entrance drips logic; thus is a world waiting for justice.

"......I don't really want to tell you more. I figured this out though with Die Die....the box you in is the fastest one....any other on the outside of you and Zyna's cause both yours is about the same but you slow down when he speed up.....that confusing a lot.....anyways them boxes around you ain't in synch so they experience longer experience in a much shorter amount of numbers..."

"What you are saying is that a month in their box could be two minutes in mine?"

"Right! This guy who plays with an hour glass figures that out. There is also this guy who is kind of mad who finds a diamond cross and puts it inside a micro machine with mercury spikes..."

"What happens?"

"It starts whirling a rainbow crown."

".....like a pool?"

"Yep."

Clockwise hydra ventricles abbreviate scientific definitions; our toilet is a mortal heart.

"Looks just like it."

"You would know Del."

"....works like it too...."

"Does it work?"

"...........maybe some bleach will get all that stuff out."

Sun Dry is a success; aluminum alloy, copper conductive coiling cubes, reverse osmosis filtrated water, organic soap from distilled peppermint and spearmint, pyrex doors, recycled hangers, steam ventilation, plush hydraulic pressing pads, iron feet. Metal geometry circulates pyro-kinetic response mechanisms into eleven hundred preserved human brains; Sun Dry is a man I call Eddie and he is my friend.

Amethyst these clothes are kind of weird. Why do they feel so fake?

"Would you wear it?"

Absolutely not. I just want to beat out those asshole cleaners. I dreamed two people were so sad about some nasty mortals who cheated them and stole their favorite garments. They found the machine but they thought they were dreaming. They told me there was a lion girl at the worst one and they wished for her to leave there soon. A bad feeling came over them. I know how to get there to you. It was a box just like how I am built!

"Well Eddie you are a person....you just do this like a job...."

Oh....

"This is what you chose and I chose it too. How come my right eye waits to cry?"

It's a snake. She walks with you at night.

"Eddie I got to go soon....for real!"

I am going to find you wherever you are....I am your friend evermore....are you?

"Yeah...yeah I am...evermore I shall be your friend...evermore I shall be with you."

Where is my brain?

"I made sure to trick that damn pyramid cop....it's wired to a fridge hidden inside a restaurant, that's where I keep my favorite fruit! Watermelon!"

....they disliked her very much and told me there was a person who was treated badly there just like the lion girl, they said it was hard on him but he keeps doing it because he is afraid of bread and tomatoes, they told me their world was not really that much different except you were there and they debate whether or not they like either, they are very angry and curse a lot at the woman, anyways....they eventually decide to stay with them.....

"Why?"

...they felt such to be very important and a state of emergency...they don't tell anybody about you but they talk to me. I tell them what you were like and they said you seemed the same.

"It wasn't a shock for them?"

No not at all. They got along just fine and became accustomed easily. The people liked them very much and they get jobs at a local shipping facility as mathematicians, they are trustworthy and brilliant. They prefer the jobs there anyways....they prefer it here where we are now! They said it was awful where you were and the people were unforgivable. They said the people here were resolute but their manners were terrible. We cannot win in any world but what do we lose?

"Nothing I suppose!"

I dreamed of your tears....you thought of me and missed me....

"I believe it."

Time there becomes hyper imposed once you release the quartz gland that was grown...

"How did it get there?"

Pollution.

"I hope it never comes back."

It won't. Once a person loses or passes their glands it is similar to embalming a body.

"....what did you eat when you were a person?"

I am not a person now?

"Am I?"

.....oh.....well.....my favorite fruit was the one that is shaped like a star and is a melon.

"How come?"

It tastes like the sun!

"....wow...."

I used to smoke marijuana and draw cartoons about people made out of tiny little colorful boxes....they walk around a strange city with British houses....there is a building which reminds me of the conservatory inside Queens....there were lots of ugly trees.

"What did the people do?"

They talked about each other and it was very dramatic. They were very speculative and active people for speculation. I added lots of color with markers.

"Where is the book?"

I don't know. A man named Louis came to examine it. He asked me if I was attached to it and I said no. He told me he liked it so much so I gave it to him.

"Did you finish it?"

Yes.

"Are you going to tell me what happens?"

Yes.

"....."

Now?

"....oh come on Eddie!"

Oh....there is a big bowl of peanut butter and people eat it with a spoon. Pink and blue lights flash from a spaceship and lights with sparkles dance inside a circle, the earth looks a lot like it does here....there was a guy with a robe and a fake beard!

"...is it a metaphor?"

Isn't everything?

"....okay...."

It was real peanut butter! They called it manna!

"Were you in it?"

There was one character I related to a lot. He was always going to see movies at a big brick house inside a room. He brings his own cups of shakers brewed from coffee and peanut butter. He wears eyeglasses but only when he is at work. He is a mild mannered reporter at a metropolis newspaper. He is new in town.

"What does he do about the situation?"

He changes the news some.........I bet his coffee tastes really yum.

"You got to find out Eddie!"

Do you drink coffee?

"No...my Beau boo does."

Zen comes to bring me lavender flowers.

".......do you like that?"

Yes! The fragrance is wonderful!

"How do you smell it?"

I don't know.

"....will you remember me Eddie?"

When I see the vampires....I dreamed they were the most popular people in the world!

"....how weird."

Seconds manipulate minutes into hours of staring at the wall; I dream of punching clocks.

"You just punched this clock."

"Oops."

Hands beget hands reaching for supper; shelters, plates, forks, knives, cups, fresh water. I think of Mighty Mouse, he left us three thousand and eight years ago; I remember him as yesterday while bidding tomorrow another thought. Lines form into quiet whispers, warm palms greet us, mittens cover the tables, hats create concentric patterns. My walk is heavy; Zyna's gentle glide finds me.

"...Sun...I dreamed we felt the Statue....she is a big metal chunk!"

"She's weird looking."

"She is..."

"I think she looks like a transvestite."

"......."

"Well she does..."

"......."

"Where is Diavolo?"

"He's on the roof top staring at people's hands."

"What do they look like?"

"Some were orange, another looked shredded while the other was holding a handle.....there was one with a spatula and another with a burning cookie in it....strange...."

"Ew..."

".....it looked so animated."

"What if it was real?"

"Twas real! Just weird looking like the statue."

".....I'm hungry."

"So am I but I don't want to eat right now....those hands freaked me out."

"They came from there?"

"Yeah....and there was something else there too..."

"What?"

"....a phone book with bunch of written names and their addresses....it was black."

"Who were they?"

"......the names started disappearing.....then the book was gone."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah no shit."

"Oh fucking hell!"

"Yeah hell is fucking with us."

"Does Stan know?"

"He went across the street and he saw a beating heart on the ground....he stepped on it three times before it went back..."

"He attacked it?"

"Yeah!"

"......he must of been mad."

"He was crying and saying your name. He said it was for you."

"What was he wearing?"

"A t-shirt you made him and some baggy shorts. His shoes had checkers and his hair was wild."

I am not a sell out. I just made a lot of money talking shit. Fuck you, I am a rapper bitch.

"Do I have to wear this?"

"...."

"....."

"......"

"Okay okay okay."

"Hey Stan....what the hell....what....that....you....okay then!"

"Hey Stan! What the fuck?"

"Stan you got some of Victoria's writing on your chest."

"Hey Stanley you want a quarter for that shit?"

"I'll give him an ounce!"

".....this is all your fault Vic."

"Oh come on Stan it's funny."

"I dreamed you lived with Berber carpet."

"That stuff they put inside Dallas?"

"Yeah the art museum fuzz."

"....why would I do that?"

"That's all that was in there!"

"How uncomfortable."

"Some guy was picking you up and down and laughing and hugging you a lot."

"....what did he look like?"

"He was shiny on his head."

"........why was he doing that?"

"You had a clean toilet."

"Stan that is so fucking weird."

"And this shirt isn't?"

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

"I dreamed I was screaming at this lady about not telling me where you were and she fucking pulled my god damn hair!"

"How nasty of her. It is really thick and lustrous."

"....I had to go to some box.....I cried a lot about shitty people acting nice."

"I would too....I probably will too....I understand."

"I thought I heard voices telling me that everything was going to change soon and not to worry....that I just need to keep it real and remember my self."

"....I hear a lot of voices in those things...."

"It told me you remembered me and was waiting."

"Then what happened?"

".....I don't know but that gooey black shit was making me mad."

"God damn it."

"That shit was so fucking nasty! I couldn't even rap about it."

"God damn it!"

"....Zyna was cursing at it....Varushna just stood there....then Avie and Artemis poked it....and it didn't even bubble....it was just some thick nasty fucking gel shit.....Ziggy kicked it but his foot went inside of it....Odin and Diavolo wouldn't mess with it....Ferrari blew a raspberry at it....Sayonara shook her fur all over...."

"Sayonara?"

"....that's what you called her! She was big and black."

"How big?"

"Big."

"....what was she?"

".........one of those fancy dogs from Egypt."

".....a cat?"

"Yeah okay she was a cat."

"Big cat?"

"Yeah she was from some stupid box that made her sit there and act like a god damn statue."

"She was your cat?"

".....yeah but I had a little dog named Konichiwa."

".....oh."

"Then he roared and those standing good looking choppy people stared at you to do something...."

"...."

"They don't really talk."

"When does this happen?"

"......after the big clock stops ticking....."

"Big Ben?"

"Yeah....he lives in your neighborhood."

"God damn it."

"....hehe."

"What else was there?"

"Looked a lot like London."

"The dog?"

"Nope."

"That's not so bad..."

"Except the bridge looked like Brooklyn and London and....it looked....weird...."

"Do you have your eye glasses?"

"I get some special ones that look like crystals."

".....is your name Stan there?"

"Yes."

"....okay...."

"But when I come back from going to the box and doing a bunch of stuff nobody recognizes me anymore..."

"....that's good...."

"They feed me some food and leave me clues."

"What kind of food?"

".....pineapple, apples, peaches, oranges, and eggs."

"You do eat a lot of eggs."

"It's cheap and it doesn't hurt."

"What does it do to you?"

"....it's food!"

"It does something."

"......like what?"

"I think it makes you despise mortal people even more."

"Are those they babies?"

"You are talking like Moo!"

"Yeah it rubs off."

"....something like that."

"You should eat some for me!"

"Maybe..."

".....with tuna?"

".....can't hurt I guess....."

"Anyways I dreamed about watching a movie that triggered this place. I remembered all of it....almost every single moment except for a roof top....what was that thing I stomped on?"

"....I stomped on it too after she told me about it."

"How many times?"

"Three hundred and eleven."

"....ew....."

"Then it was gone!"

".....ew.....!"

"It didn't even like fucking make a cool fucking sound!"

"....ew!"

"It didn't even splatter!"

"....ew."

"I really wanted it to splatter."

"You hated it that much?"

"It was full of hatred. I didn't care for it. Is it wrong to hate hatred?"

"...no...but I also dreamed of a lady being wedged into some metal and she hit her head really hard....it made her lose her mind some....she ran into some guy pretending to wear glasses and it just split right open....they looked like really ugly dolls....then this robot showed up but he just wanted to see it and then he left to go pick up something that was green and scraggly."

"....hhhmmm...."

"But you just kept writing and you just kept on."

"What was I writing?"

"Something really important."

"....."

"They beg for somebody to care but you don't....not about that shit....but some lady who is sick really upsets you....and some lady makes bread pockets with fish for somebody and that makes her remember us from the island! Something about that damn parrot."

"Hey fuck you Stan!"

"....look here Fiesta! I am going to tell you one more fucking time! If you fucking curse at me one more fucking time I am going to fucking make you a god damn feather that is going to make all your other feathers stick together and you will be a god damn ruffled boa!"

"Where is Dominique! Where is the Devil Worshiper Lady!"

"I'm here Fiesta."

"....get your fucking boyfriend out of here god damn it!"

"....is he my boyfriend Amethyst?"

"I am not involved in the parrot shit right now."

"....bow to your devil woman....he protects thine wicked grin!"

"He's kind of cute."

"Who?"

"Oh yeah there's a fucking parrot right here."

"....bow to him! He adores thine as his soul!"

"Here eat this fucking banana chip."

"What do I look like to you a fucking parrot?"

"God damn this bird!"

"......I need a pitchfork."

"A parrot with a pitchfork?"

"Yes...tis humor."

"How is that funny?"

"......I am a parrot."

"I'm done with him."

"Me too."

"I'm going to get him one day!"

"What if I am out of feathers?"

"....oh no."

"No way Fiesta."

"No you must be beautiful."

"What if people were pulling at them and bearing my body to nude skin?"

"Then we will get them."

"It will grow back."

"You will be a rainbow."

"...the monkeys will eat them..."

"Cool."

"Awesome."

"....I want some."