Sucker Love

Mookah is our partisan while Diesel and I sit across from a metric book block; six by six stacking sixteen magazines, pictures of a woman cover each front exposure. I flip through pages to find her between several spaces, she interests my interests however my contemplation is futuristic and ancient self denial.

The outline for personal grief begins with damnation; if I am the damned who is the Queen? Controlled environments make impossible earth the dilemma of involvement. Choice is a split personality testing the border of sanity.

"You never know who you can count on until they are all gone."

Famous sayings we speak from unified misery yet unawareness separates us; we search for a kind person but there seems to be none.

".....don't know what to tell you Sun....them people there with you know something........they be getting ready for an end..........even them people who don't know you there."

"I cannot see how it would make a difference for my presence or none at all."

"It does....it comes from silence.....you know what I am saying Sun?"

"How so?"

"......sometimes you just know something wrong. Something bad....something fucked up."

Immigration is a subject for history teachers to frown upon rules and regulations; immigration is a subject for history teachers to grade insolence upon preference and prior presumptions. Tessa is unto me an aunt, I come to carry her bundles, the plane is yellow brown; she kisses my red cheek and spares holding my hand.

"....oh....this is an ugly shit hole Bebe."

".....sorry?"

"It is a sorry ugly shit hole."

"I got some bad news."

"There is no such thing as good news...."

"....some scientist political motherfuckers want to fuck us into another world."

".......do you remember the purple flowers?"

"Yes...."

"That will be my message to you."

"What does it mean?"

"I am coming."

"From where?"

"A big house."

"......that sounds really shitty......"

"........long waiting makes the memory reel into messages.....you shall be one!"

"What is the message?"

"This world is a science project and my niece is somewhere thinking of me."

".....do you ever wear shoes Tess?"

".....you change the subject...."

"No you did!"

"Oh!"

"Do you?"

"....I wear sandals."

"Like that Jesus guy?"

"Yes like the Jesus person."

"....okay just making sure."

"Why?"

".....just thinking about you wearing a robe and a beard."

"Why would I do that?"

"To wear sandals!"

".......somehow that made sense."

Seven flights of fire escape steps, the patio window is my door; chocolate is an incense.

"Here he comes..."

"Hey Sunny!"

"Die Die you got chocolate all over your face."

"...."

"Moo Moo....you got chocolate all over your fingers."

"...."

"That's some kind of cake with candles."

"We are celebrating your birthday."

".....uh.....I wasn't....."

"It's just to fool the neighbors so sit down and wear this stupid hat."

"What is the cake made out of?"

"Tofu, coffee, soybean grate, coconut oil, hydrated prune paste."

"....there's no chocolate?"

"No....chocolate is a color."

".....oh....."

Dominique - Cordelia's representative for all entrepreneurship dedicated to zero, Victoria's partner evermore for all entrepreneurship dedicated to zero, she is known as the devil's vixen, her tone is similar to platinum flowers and stream water, she is extremely decisive and punctual, she prefers trade rather than parting out, she is an amber woman which reanimated from the B.P.L.O. chamber inside Xavier House, she is a vampiric B.P.L.O. due to the infusion of Zen's DNA and electrical currents striking each spiral originality, she is Ruby and Catri's sister; we believe Dominique will solely embark on eliminating disorderly dependent business, thus being said she will hide inside the realm of damnation, none shall know her, none shall recognize her, those who encounter her with a greater eye and ear shall adore her for being human, we believe she will search for Victoria without hesitance and inhibition, we believe she will persist until accomplished

"I saw Dominique taking orders with some kind of high tech pad....looked like a memo."

"What kind of orders?"

"...something about coffee syrup....and fluffy grease."

"Why?"

".......she was looking for you...."

"...does she stop?"

"Nope."

"How does she remember me?"

"From a bag of some really pungent marijuana that smelled like minty oranges."

"....how does that trigger her memory?"

"She dreams about realm two or that thing I call being Zyna's shit....she dreamed about you talking to one of these people who was trying to be you trapped inside a disguise and that damn there faker admitted to faking! You got that thing to tell everybody it was fucked up science! Then she remembered your name and all..."

"......where is Zyna?"

"Doing the same shit....it comes down to two....but that make it all crazy....then all them people who was inside the other boxes when added to the one Zyna blocked into submission....they all start merging together as one person while the second one is a really out of control fucker that none of them can stand....they just start checking off themselves....cutting out the bull.....you just watching quietly....some people knows why you quiet....but really you just a book person and they always quiet....some guy with cameras follows you around but he stops doing that when he sees you quiet and you read books with some special glasses.....you acted scared to show him how much it hurts people...he loses all his money....and so does some ugly lady who tries to diss you....she loses all her money too....then there's somebody waiting for you somewhere thinking you going to go there but you don't go there....not cause they there just cause you don't need to....somebody bets on some body parts of yours but the other person is little and has pretty hair...he tells them to go to hell and gives up the game....he a smart little motherfucker Sunny! He like three feet tall and shit! He like little furry people a lot. He looking for you and getting pissed at the other him that is inside Zyna's box....that other him ate some fucking person's shit or something....and that other him is coming inside the box you guys in....he think you going to be some kind of wrinkly movie person. Somebody starts thinking of you as they family and you find you a skateboard with a demon that makes some man go nuts....except you be busting your ass so bad on it....and then Louis tries to burn your hand with some water that is so fucking hot but it don't do nothing but give you a rash...he still not satisfied....some astronauts be looking at something you accidentally dented with your arm....they think it's funny and they just laugh....some man be trying to examine a picture of you and he see your eyes reflect a lot of light....he real worried thinking you won't be seeing images no more but like what bats see...some kind of kaleidescope but he think that will come together and you will be alright except it going to be real weird for you if you don't figure it out...he think people going to see themselves like mirrors in your eyes when that happen....then some lady be freaking out about a bump on your face telling people that somebody real ugly messed up the baby....they be sharing some kind of baby picture of you and freaking out....some lady that lives by you gave it to them. Then all you crazy neighbor people be experiencing a broken washer and they be laughing at some person that be real stupid and ugly who be trying to act nice to you but really he just sucking up cause he don't know how to get you to hear him or notice him at all....he was trying to wash some big diaper in the machine but it fucked it up....then the neighbors were mad....then he did it to them....now you all fucked....you so sad about that....and some lady really need to know if you be liking marijuana for some reason....then some little pocket fish bread eating lady closes her fortune teller shop....she be spraying something with a bottle and singing a song about that big joint from Jamaica...."

"Rude Boy."

"Yeah....she weird....she really weird....she got a bad memory and be drugging some ugly lady's drinks with some shit that make her forget everything then she be doing all sorts of shit....she be waiting for some kid to show up but they get in trouble for eating peanut butter."

"Peanut Butter!"

"....yeah....but they stop and chill for a while."

"Where will my sisters be?"

"Trying to figure out how to get people out of the science project. They these people though who be having a hard time like you that want to stay with you so you can be trading body parts or something....they know you dead and they want to be some dead....they know you alive and they want you to be some alive....they want to ensure you both got bodies and you going to survive."

"...."

"...you told them about the fire box fields....you some kind of crazy little motherfucker with the Army of Darkness....they really special looking people not like anybody else....they got a hard time showing themselves....and you be acting like nobody's business but people be getting a little upset cause they know who you are but you worried about that so they don't say nothing then they figure out it really is a big deal to know somebody without meeting them cause the world be crazy full of chasers and hunters....especially him...Moe knew somebody was following you so he wanted you to trap him at some spot and it scared him more than your act. He got to go away for a while but he come back....he come back for some kind of big chocolate creme cookie on a plate...."

"....ew...."

"Your neighbor be pissed off about them cookies too....he think they smell nasty and look like shit...."

".....yeah that's true."

"That shit is popular though."

"Yeah it is."

"It's because of the creme and color."

"Yeah I think so too...the contrast?"

"Yeah...it attracts them and because it's so sweet with that sugar caffeine stuff..."

"So unnatural."

"....really is but they like it."

"....you keep watching this video of your face when you sad that some guy sang..."

"What is the song?"

"What they call you for short?"

"Rio."

"Yeah that be it."

".....why?"

"I don't know but you also watch this video that Kevin made the music but some weird guy wearing a wig be recording it inside some cookie maker's room...."

"Is he singing?"

"Yeah it so terrible I was screaming when I was dreaming! That shit sounded so awful!"

"...couldn't of been that bad."

"You be sitting still though and actually listening to him do that shit. You be watching it...he really be talking to you for real though but the song so bad I don't know if she or you or whatever get it!"

"Am I laughing?"

"Yeah but you laughing about something you ain't figured out yet that make you happy."

"Who sang Rio?"

"....wasn't it supposed to be them baby blue people?"

"No that song just popped up."

"....oh."

".....who the fuck was that guy sweeping that stuff that was already clean?"

"......you don't know who sang that song?"

"No."

"Well I'll be damned."

"I just use the chocolate cookies to play pranks on people."

"...well you need to take those nasty little things seriously."

"Tess makes some coffee mint ones that sort of look like that except it's not at all."

"Does she ever wear shoes?"

"....I don't know."

".....where she at?"

"Tess what are you doing?"

"I am stomping on all these chocolate cookies with creme with my bare feet."

"...why?"

"This is for him."

"Who?"

"The man inside my dream that quits his job."

"...why does he quit?"

"......he likes potato chips."

"Why?"

"I don't know but that is no better than these fucking cookies but I am going to stomp these anyways cause the potato chips hurt my bare feet."

"....they make crumbles like toppings."

"You should try it..."

"Okay this is by far the strangest thing I ever did with food."

"...oh just you wait."

"!?"

"Oh just you wait my boy!"

"Then this man he be cursing and yelling about you and how you ain't getting away from nobody for long....and some guy told him your name was Banana Girl from England."

"What is he after?"

"He just a crazy cookie eater. He got a bunch of boxes of them nasty fucking little fucking cookies from some asshole that be working at some kind of bank office."

"Was it our bank?"

"No it was something that had to do with a number that be counting dumb shit."

"Okay..."

"....he laughing about the cookies and he gets real sick."

"What does he want again?"

"To eat nasty chocolate creme shit and to bother you."

"....how do I get him to stop?"

"Trap him with nasty fucking ugly chocolate creme shit."

"....does it have to be ugly?"

"It ugly no matter what. It looks like shit."

"Do you want to stomp on these?"

"....no....I'll stomp on the potato chips."

"That was the weirdest sound I ever heard!"

"Sounds like one of your punches Sunny!"

"...really?"

"Yeah except yours are crunchier."

"That's a right boy! You mash them little cookies with a happy smile like little chubby angel pictures that rich people like!"

"....the neighbors are watching us."

"Hey Sunny you got cookies on your feet."

"Hey Sun you mind doing that again....it's relaxing for me....I'm reading about people crying for wolves...."

"Hey...."

"What?"

".....you going to eat that?"

"Are you?"

"You should feed that to the rat birds."

"....they ate it all."

"....wow."

"....that so nasty."

"Told you they would. They are mortal people who got caught hurting people. They can eat these cookies evermore."