Thursday, April 15, 2010

Marionette Strings

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One may speculate; paranoia belongs to a crowd.

"What's a matter?"

"....I saw a bloated thing in some kind of sewer type of.....thing."

"Was it a swamp?"

"Something like that."

"Do you think she saw us?"

"....oh...."

"......would you stay there for eternity if you could?"

"In that sewer fucking place?"

"No....in my place."

"........"

"What did it look like?"

"...a pig with a ripped off drainage nose......strains of polluted fuck.........decay....rot....disgusting and stinking rotten dead body floating all shit."

"Just one?"

"......there seemed to be a few. That one in particular seemed to spark some kind of recognition I cannot describe. I rather not. You saw them too but it did not affect you. You didn't really notice at all....I wonder what it was about them that stood out to me."

"......so you would stay there for an eternity?"

"........inside of you?"

"Yes."

"If you would let me."

".....maybe him."

"Who?"

"The guy in my dreams!"

"What does he do?"

"Talk to me."

"How?"

"....I'm asleep trying to figure out how to take off his pants."

"Why do you want to take off his pants?"

"To see if he's you."

"..........."

"....he's really hot."

"How so?"

"......he does what I want him to."

"And what is that?"

"......whatever I feel is best for him."

"Oh.."

".....especially when he does that."

"What is that?"

"....I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"Because what if you are him?"

"What if I am him!"

"....he's always worried about his banana."

"What's his banana got that my banana hasn't got?"

"........it's bigger."

"He has a big banana?"

".........I want it pretty bad."

"What if he wants to eat it?"

".....oh those bananas..."

"What other banana?"

"........anyways...."

"I need to know about this distant banana!"

"....so do I."

"...."

"He doesn't wear the ring."

"This one?"

Mirror handles resemble my fingers; thus is the mystery of metal.

"Yeah that one..."

"Why not?"

"His hands.....are different."

"How come?"

"It slides off his thumb.....I finally get over it."

"Get over what?"

"That he doesn't wear it. He's so clever.....I want to rip his shirt off."

"What if I am wearing it?"

"It should come off easier if it's you......hhmm."

"....why so?"

"Because you belong to me."

"Yes I do."

".......he doesn't belong to me. He belongs to cans of tuna, apples, tea cups, and.....some little person who is packing some of his things into a popper box. Seems as though those are his necessities and sentiments.....seems as though that is what he desires to keep separate. Seems as though he realizes impermanence as the situation he finds himself. I rather like him. He looks just like you. In fact I would say he is a little you."

".....I need a little me. Where is he going?"

"He's trying to separate his stuff from what he believes will become another's."

"Why so?"

".........it's finite."

"What is his name?"

".......not sure. I keep thinking about this man's legs and his thighs and whatever is in between and I hear him talking about pain and worlds which come undone to unravel which I understand and he seems to be waiting for somebody. I want it to be me. I want him to wait for me. I don't want him to wait for long.......but I feel as though he will wait for a long moment. I wish he would eat.....he eats little but thinks of it as a lot. I wish he would shower more often but I just realized he kind of likes to be a little grunge.....he's a real guy. I feel so strange to look at him as if I maybe fake.....but he doesn't think of it as fake. He thinks of me as dead. He thinks of me as somewhere other than there......somewhere so far away he can't touch me or know me as I am there watching him and everything he does and listening to him......so many people listening to him........these people who are devoted to him. Their devotion to him drives his loyalty for them......they suffer less when he accepts it. They cannot speak....he must read their minds.....or they read his....I want to know what he's thinking while he's sitting at my desk!"

"Your desk?"

"I....that....it's my house!"

"Your house?"

"How did he get there and why wasn't he there before!"

"...."

"I wouldn't of been so bored and lonely. I wouldn't of been so sad. I would of had somebody to eat with and smoke weed with or something.....something!"

"Is that all you think about besides drinking ale?"

"....he's cute."

"He is?"

".......I like his banana."

"What does that imply?"

"He looks kind of dirty but I still like him."

"Dirty as in filthy?"

"He's kind of......well he goes out walking and sweats a little and he does stuff with his hands and dirt and plays with water.....he's a boy. A dirty cute boy and I want him."

"More than me?"

"He's you."

"Oh."

"I want to take his shirt off and play with those."

"Those what?"

"His oranges."

"Oranges!"

"I need the banana and the oranges."

".....!"

"He doesn't think I'm coming back to my house so he just does whatever he wants."

"..........are you going back to the house!"

".....banana makes me crazy."

"....speaking of which do you think that little person ate all of them?"

"That little person is our child."

"............yes but she is a little person."

"They all come out of him like crazy bananas."

"I wonder why."

"......he's cute......he's going to let me do whatever I want to him if I come back to my house."

"......so I am stuck in your house."

"Yes."

"Did you ever come back?"

"....he's really kind of stupid."

"Why so?"

"........he just kind of bangs around and does stuff like a big chunk of meat."

"Is that a problem?"

"....I want him bad."

"Do something about it!"

"There's a nail on the banana. It made him so sad suddenly to know."

"To know what?"

"......that bad people feel pain too."

"That's what the monks say...."

"Yes they do. He must taste like tuna and bananas."

"Find out!"

"I will!"

"Good!"

".....I want his peanut butter. He makes it himself."

"Really?"

"It's coconut water raisin peanut paste."

"......what does it do to him?"

"It makes him some kind of electrical membrane like a person who zaps bad wires."

".........you love him?"

"Yeah I do."

"He loves you too."

"He doesn't even smell bad when he takes a shit. And people wait for it!"

"Why?"

".....it saves crops.........they don't even know it comes from a human. They think it's bat shit like super fucking bat shit that has super fucking powers."

"Oh yeah bat shit is the best compost tea."

"That's what they do with it and they feed it to big fields of dying stuff that he eats but I don't know if he's going to eat that.......well it comes out in balls and strange shapes. I wonder if they even know that bat shit is not like that big."

"Do the bats like him?"

".......they're little children. The other bats don't give them their shit cause they used it for dark plants.......but they think he's interesting because he uses a toilet. They look for him but his sonar is inside a big fucked up place else they just think of him as a big one."

"A big what?"

"A big.....just some big guy with fangs."

"Oh."

"He's my love bunny."

"Then why aren't you there?"

".........there's some kind of gold looking shiny guy checking on some stuff stuck inside my body and my veins are sticking out blue but I'm not bleeding......I don't know how I got in this ship thing but the guy who rides in it figured it out by going inside some damn fucked up looking whirlpool......looking for basically death.....some suicidal thing he was about to give up on everyone and everybody.......that's when he found this weird guy sitting there thinking about me being shy.......then he somehow kidnapped the weird guy and scanned him to see how he was wired without really knowing it cause he walks around some television screen that's got good computer effects. So all these people who are like underworld pirates found out he got kidnapped and they all freaked out to see where he was at and then their satellite intercepted the ship captain's satellite and then when he wired himself to the wired crazy banana guy they all got wired together into his body."

"Is he mad at them?"

"No he's mad for them and he's trying to shit out all the metal parts that got him in this mess and it works and he has to digest a lot of it......but there are so many he's not sure what he can do with it besides the mercury stuff is like absorbing it and playing with it. I can't believe he does that there!"

"Does what?"

"That without me! And he's so worried about it....and he baby's it.....he really does and they know it and they kind of want him to stop doing that because they got to grow like he does but they treat him like a big kid and they got to stop doing that. I just want to be there with him to create that thing he wants because I know it's the only way to get rid of all the gunk."

"What gunk?"

".....the technology that surpassed a body......"

".............so I am him and I wait."

"He doesn't wait. He knows I am not coming."

"Why aren't you coming?"

"......because I am not going anywhere. This thing is all a trap and he's caught inside of it and I just left it and it's still there doing the same thing and I don't understand why."

"Maybe because you left it."

"Yes I did leave it and even after this dream I shall leave it again."

"Why not return?"

"For what?"

"For me."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Then what does it have to do with...."

"It has to do with them fucking with me and how sick of it I got so I pulled that damn plug which was an option I asked for and it sped up the process.....the plug I forgot and found it again in some big ugly pile of shit dressed like a man I had to kill him after I had to work for him immediately it was him and I hid his body and they never found him."

"So you killed some nasty fucker."

"Yeah I had to but he didn't. She like fucking helps his ass!"

"................................"

".....she fucking helps his ass and he put up with her and everything and still didn't snap....I don't get it.....he's strong as some kind of machine but he's obviously not a machine. He's always doing crazy shit.......then he did that bend and I was so upset and so was he and so was his alien dad.....but they just sort of consorted with another to realize they really don't know until they see for themselves.........he found a painting of himself with puppet wires and I saw one snap off him from underneath some covers it popped really loud and hit the bed he was sleeping which looked like the bed I was sleeping except.....small."

"Did it hurt him?"

"He didn't really know what it was until later......it was so loud and it snapped the cover sheet.....it popped against the wood he was sleeping and there was a nail on his banana he just looks at I wonder if he will eat it."

"What does the nail mean?"

"Sweet revenge.....he sits there thinking of his face and how it got on the computer while people look at him they don't know he's right there or if he's real and he wonders if they see him there at all.........he listens to his voice and wonders how it got there.....he knows what I did to him! He's not so stupid I think but he eats a lot of dumb fish.........he's in my house! He's doing man stuff in my house and he is smiling about it! He's not even upset. I saw his stuff."

"What stuff?"

"His pink thing."

"What thing?"

"His thing."

"What thing?"

"The thing I want really bad!"

"............."

"He's in there and it looks really sweet."

"Who's in there!"

"My sweet thing with the sweet stuff coating him."

"...."

"He comes out of there but it looked different...it looked like it grew or got more......thick or maybe there was more pinkness or just maybe it was just a dream I had in a space ship of some stuff I wanted but couldn't have because I did some bad stuff in a bad place and now there is some cute guy running around my old house cracking nuts and eating bananas and he was so upset about those people feeling that physical pain of five white sitting ducks underneath the biggest damn crow I ever fucking saw on a barren tree. She thinks about these people who tried to get to know her and get stuff out of her but they are dying and their death bed belongs to a man who should of been her loyal friend instead he turned out to be a walking dead man hiding underneath a tree where some bird shit got on his head. He's so angry and wonders what they want from her.....she wonders the same...............she just wants them dead and I do too. But first I want him just to walk around with his shorts and t-shirt on doing what he does so I can have him when I want or else."

"Or else what?"

"Else I got to take it from him.....but he knows it's mine so he won't keep him from me. He knows it belongs to me. He won't play. Not like you. He's got a belly a little that he sticks out but it doesn't work and his pants are funny. I want to undo the belt and let him run around like that.......he's thinking he'll never see me.......he's thinking we'll never find each other again.....he doesn't know how weird of a place he is at yet. Giant crows, five white ducks, a dead one underneath the biggest stone I ever saw a guy move and he was walking on them all over the place while the animals watched him like one of them just another one goofing off and they think he's funny and they just like him cause he's strange. So strange.........well I like his funny tummy and that he listens to music and that he's strange. I guess I will stay in this pill thinking about all the shit stuck to my god damn face and body especially down there......."

"So it is going to happen."

"What's to say it hasn't already happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"He finds messages...."

"Such.................................as?"

"......pictures of himself far into the world he is at the present moment and of a child he sees as his shoulder.....pictures of another place in the place he refuses to accept as it is when in fact it really isn't....at all....which I guess I never thought of before until watching his behavior and the way he interacts with the environment almost as if it could just all change if many wished it so......the sounds and things he sees.........."

"...hints?"

"Big hints that he ponders but until seeing what happens he never knows....he is mighty a tad upset with me for not being there and resolving what I left behind and people are looking for me I watch them all look for me where they think I might be and they are angry and angry at her for being there when she should know what happened but they will get it soon enough that whatever happened cannot end until.....until I come back. Until then it keeps going and she is tortured over and over.......she looks like my dream girl wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She is having a hell of a hard time. A hell of a hard time even harder than what I had and I don't understand why but it has to do with me. I left it for her. It's much harder for her now because I did what I did. I just wanted a quick way out. I just wanted out of there and to end it but she didn't remember me as quickly as I remembered her. I remembered her soon after the first swing at my existence. She remembered much much much later I am surprised she did not remember me but she wanted it like that to be safe. She remembered the last. Even my Delia my dear brother remembered quicker. I wonder why it was she wanted it last. Braid knows why and she wanted that too......it's because it makes her more decisive and tactical. When she is coming to.....but she knew far before that it was going down than we did and she could feel her nonexistence and she could feel the drama mask but we really thought it was happening and for her sense she is omitted. For her odd presence of which she was not there but letting a drama unfold she is an absent character much unknown to everyone and a new face a new person and they adore her. I can't believe such......what I am watching. Is it because she is their refreshment of a strange dying trait? There are those who wish to trick her into believing her nightmares but they all die. They perish........except that one who looks like the woman who wired her beauty as she said it was the only time she saw herself as beautiful was a painting made by a woman who is searching for her model who does not ever show up. She adores her........she adores her not for what she can barely see or barely touch with a bat's sonar bounce.....it's because she knows that this woman knows what she is not allowed to know. Otherwise she is going nuts. There is a man who investigates her with a gentleness but also with a vengeance for people like those who torment her. That beastly woman searches for a person who knows her to find none knows and none will tell of the woman with curly hair and chocolate eyes and she is very hard to miss but so many know of her and see her but they didn't know she was real so this woman will make sure they know. She is a controlled being somehow. For now it seems she is well behaved. Amazing being that the original one is a god damn whore. Well I cannot even see the color of her eyes and she moves like a reptile. How is it they all see her but we cannot! Could it be we are not there so we cannot see for ourselves. She even speaks to her alien father in another language but does not know thinks of herself as speaking English but it comes out in some other thing. Her alien mother knows what she says but she is plugged into Zyna experiencing his physicality which is quite remarkable to her but she cannot touch him yet and we cannot see him. Seems as though my dream girl and her bat buddy do everything at the same moment or just moments apart. Everything that is.....being what is of meaning to them. I wonder what she is looking at. There are people who she cannot see that we see. Then after which they talk shit and do shit while she is silent walking about they seem to disappear! As if it really did not matter if they were there. They can't see them either. Her alien poppa and the cosmonauts. Nemie sees them but doesn't give a shit. She's worried about his pants falling down. I'm not. He's really kind of bizarre to watch. But I love him. I want him pretty bad even though I can't see his eyes and he moves strange. It kind of turns me on. I don't like all the things he does there in fact most of what he does kind of pisses me off in a funny way like I want to rip his clothes off for doing it and make him stand there naked with his banana to relax me. I don't think there is one thing there that he does that I like! He tells me there are people who miss me and need me. I watch them but I don't know where they were when all that was going on and he is mad at me for getting rid of the people who bothered me and using the characters inside the house to cover it up. She thinks it's funny because they are just like.......not real to her but they were real to me and she knows that but they really weren't real. I don't care I am doing it anyways and she is amazed I could get that angry. I'm pretty fucking pissed off at him but I really want him pretty bad and he seems to be fine with it. He better not have a boyfriend or whatever either. Because that's my damn house and I don't want him messing around in there with anybody but me and he doesn't eat enough and he really isn't that clean but he likes being kind of sticky and gooey like a dirty boy and his hair is crazy and he makes me fucking go crazy and I really need to be alone with him. I really really really really really really really need to be alone with him. He really makes me mad and every time he giggles it makes me even more mad. But he really needs me to help him with ducks and crows and tombstones. Aside from all that he's in my damn house and I want it back. And I want him naked. And I want him to stand still when I do that and I want him to sit there when I do that and lay there and just do whatever I want him to and I hope he knows he really doesn't have all that stuff he sees and that's weird but whatever and no the kid does not want to eat that damn cereal in this world. Anyways he just better act right in my house."

"What if he doesn't!"

"....."

"How come you are not there!"

"There's wires inside my whole damn body. There's half of them stuck in him and the damn weird skeleton he has in there gathered all the ones in his groin into a big bundle to try and eliminate waste from his body into whoever it was that got him all fucked. It works too but he still has to suffer and that shit is crazy popping off when it does but we wonder how come it did not do that to us and his alien dad smiles cause his are popping off too. Nemie's are popping off and her hair is like flooding the damn floor. She looks like she did when she bitched me out for eating cornflakes. Something about me being allergic which she was right. I give her that one. He's just doing shit to piss me off. I'm going to get him for that. He wonders why I am getting so mad......everybody wonders who the fuck he is and he even feels like he's brand new and half the time I don't even think people see his ass at all or know he's there and shit just like disappears from what he does like it never happened or was maybe a dreamy fucking thing............except it lasts forever. Nobody really has a memory for him but some people know him like a memory of their fondness for him. He's just strange and new in my old neighborhood and I wonder where the fuck everybody is or where they went but I like those people better. It looks the god damn same as when I left that fucking thing with our fucking family bitching about him not being there but I forgot he was stuck there. Victoria bitched us all out and went off on her own to find him and then like fucking disappeared right before a bunch of shit happened. I don't even think she even knows where she went but she was gone off the face of the damn fake earth. She was mad. So she went inside some thing and popped up somewhere else after she told us we didn't even see the half of it and more shit was coming and this guy confirms her speeches which I understand will indeed happen but I don't give a shit and I am still doing what I did. I am going to do what I did and do it because I want to see his big banana inside my honeydew melon. Quite literally.....a plantain inside a melon. He likes to make food for people. The crazy lady just puts it on some shitty table where a bunch of people sit to get bitched at about some dumb shit and they just eat it and forget what the fuck she is saying. She sucks. He's even worse. I made it really bad for him. It was nowhere as near as bad for me and he actually puts up with it. This girl is like wacking people off every chance he gets and these people were people I had big problems with and never did anything about cause they all pissed her off and fucked her over too and it was about some damn weed. I guess I really didn't act right. I treated the people there like chess pieces and he doesn't do that but he sure as hell dislikes them and wants them all to experience symbolic death to strike fear into the droids............Kevin keeps thinking about her like his girlfriend which is pissing me off but he just does that to eat away at the mercury people while he is off killing the rest of them smoking a cigarette which she knows about. It even shows him dragging them around the same place she is at while some fake one is acting stupid. So he goes back and replaces him while he is sleepwalking by killing that one cause they are all fake. Then he really starts to think about her and understands she needs him soon. While the weather is windy and stormy. He knows what town she stays at which is pretty good I thought but she is unimpressed by this because the town is full of people she hides from. So he wants to go there and stay with her. She wants that too. And her blonde friend with long hair is making a bong and realizes it isn't his friend so he stops and rolls a joint but it's just not the same or it's not hitting right and it's shitty and Clyde is watching music videos kind of zoned out. Stan is like sitting in some kind of cold fucking box wigging out and crying a lot. Dom is like sleeping next to some asshole I hate. Why? I don't know. You know about him too. She has a fucking boyfriend there. And she knows it. Or something like that. I don't even think she knows what the fuck she is doing it's some asshole on a couch but she like fucking messes around with him and she knows about you. She is pissed about the house. What in the fuck is she doing? Auntie is crying and freaking out in some damn hotel room. She thinks she knows which kid you are but isn't sure........then there are shit loads of kids that look like you freaking out and having problems except for him he lives down the street and he is already past a bunch of it and saw you in some picture and is positive but is still trying to put it together. You are really worried about your Cheese daughter who is messing around with some asshole and being god damn rebellious. You got a bunch of kids who are just like you sitting there and then we got one together who just sleeps at people's houses and shows up and is really quiet and smokes pot. He dresses like a god damn freak to be quite honest. All black and leather straps and big boots and crazy hair and colors but whatever. He doesn't have folks or parents or knows of them and he drinks shots of liquor but the people fool him and use some kind of syrup. He's not far from you but far to reach and you want him but he looks just like me and I have no idea how he got there other than us messing around too much and things just happening. But you found a picture of him anyways and he is ours.......he doesn't remember much of anything like some kind of foster home bull shit and some kind of lady trying to fuck with his head that he saw coming out of some kind of office building and he knows for sure she was fucking with him but he really doesn't think of finding us and his favorite movie is some damn movie you made with the underground people. He loves it and it has something to do with a big damn crow. You were the crow guy. You want him to be little again but I think you got to get over it. But you look cute trying. Then there is this little person who looks like you sleeping on a couch somewhere who knows where trying to get all this shit fucked up so he can get out of that house quick and he really doesn't even know where he's going but he packed a bunch of shit in a box to save and I don't even think it's him but some kind of actor but you don't care. He's like living in the god damn woods with a snake. But he doesn't even know he's doing that he's just as miserable as the actor. That shit does not make sense and he knows he's got to go back and send the snake your way cause you just walk around picking up snakes all the time that turn into huge monsters. That one really upset you because he kept trying to nip you like a baby and you guys kept confusing skins. Then there is this damn cobra you and Nemie swear on fuck you both saw and she won't let you know you picked up a cobra from the street and you are like whatever you knew that you did and she figures that out and you don't give a shit and you both just wonder what the fuck he's doing and how he got to be so god damn big and I mean like fucking huge while I watch him eat god damn weird furry animals and there was that one that was like sitting on a rock and now he's a big sea serpent motherfucker......and to you that was about a minute ago but to us it was a long time. You're so weird. And you brought two snakes who had babies to your house and they are gone but they come back and yeah there are a bunch of poisonous little motherfuckers running all over the place but you like it and some damn orange spider you played with killed his evil twin and he is a big motherfucker living somewhere dark as hell worried about how his dream person attaches herself to things. He's a god damn something. He's scary looking but you thought he was cute. And there is a little bear running around crushing beer cans getting ready to crush them good and he's really fucking cute and really really adorable and everybody knows it so he hides. And you know it's him cause he sounds like a rattling can whenever you are around. He's wild. Some dog who stinks.......literally....another snake who is in love with some snake you saw who thinks he is some kind of fish or something what a weird motherfucker and I blame you for not picking him up. And then there is some god damn ugly fish walking around looking at some weird shit you did and is like whatever cause he's used to you moving big fucking rocks by now and he's sad cause he's so weird looking but she doesn't like him. He's really not that bad. There are other ones. He's not a bad one. He's actually not that bad looking. That big crow knows you somehow. He thinks your kind of a loon. You like talk to him like some kind of cute animal. He's a god damn big crow. If he could see these animals he thought was cute. They all got like fucking faces and kill shit even the little bear. Except the dog he's just dirty and lazy. I don't know about that damn dog but he's fast as hell and he eats fish. He likes snakes and he fucks with those people you live with by moving around their dead body plots. Yeah so I blamed them for all those dead bodies and they got accused of a bunch of murders and had to go to the pen. Whatever....."

"You did that?"

"Yeah and I went and visited them."

"Why?"

"......to get money!"

"For what?"

"......for weed!"

"......"

"I was out."

"So you went and visited some people you accused of doing what you did and got money from them."

"Yeah but they didn't have any so I fucking left and never went back but somehow they got out and came back to the house which fucked me up because there were beer bottles in some weird places and I moved into the room he stayed in and let somebody stay in that one she stayed in cause he was paying rent and I got rid of their cars so they were pissed and attacked me but I called the police and they got arrested again."

"Then what happened."

"So they went to jail for a while and came back again! I asked everybody in the legal shit how they got out and they said that some people paid for their bail. So they all got wacked by me after I found out and then they got blamed for that again. She laughs about it but it doesn't matter because she's mine and that banana is mine for all the banana I want. Even though she doesn't think it's going to happen. So they went back and had double the shit. I got some good job cause my name got cleared. I forgot all about my wife cause she wasn't ever going to show up after I waited and did stuff for her.......whatever it was I think it worked but not there. She couldn't come though I forgot she had to do the same shit I did and I didn't figure that out until I thought about it really hard and remembered she was stuck in the same situation so I made it worse for her. Then nothing mattered. So they got out again and came back. This time everything was different and I was paying for it so I let them stay there or whatever but they didn't do anything right so I kicked them out since the house belonged to me."

"Why did you kick them out?"

"They kicked me out."

"So....you did it back and forth?"

".....they didn't have anywhere to go. So they came back and started trouble and the police came and got them again and told them never to come back but they did and they got in trouble a bunch more. I really don't know what happened to them because all this weird shit happened inside some kind of dome theater and I guess they got worse for her. She's fucking going nuts those people are a thousand times worse than they were with me I don't know how she can stand it and the police don't do shit and some head doctor is going nuts about them too cause he knows they kill people and he knows they try to fuck up her life just cause she's the complete opposite. He thinks it's a psychological battle but he knows she fucked them good. They can't hide and they can't move. They are stuck in a corner she made for them for him to dissect their minds. He wants her to make them try to act even more normal and she is down for that. The more they act like that it's worse upon them. But it's worse for her because she has to put up with it. She really fucks with him especially cause she makes him feel dirty and slimy and unwanted besides trying to get him to mimic her and he finds out he has not even one body part like her because that body moves like all hell. She put some big boxes in the cold box for him in a blink of an eye and that scared him cause he was awake and he couldn't lift them he had to use some kind of thing. He knows she's strong and fast as hell even though she really doesn't think about it out of instinct she does it and he thinks she is not aware of it but she is and he finally figures it out. He finally realizes she is not like him at all which is obvious and he thinks she is extraordinarily strikingly good looking like movies and pictures and she knows but she speaks of ugliness and hideous creatures around him so he knows she thinks he is ugly and hideous and he knows people think the same and he knows it is because he is always trying to act like he is. She just completely obliterates that woman with her true niceness and not that fake shit but that lady can't do anything about it. She's just baffled that anybody could be that nice for no reason at all cause she does not understand what nice is and she knows she don't got a body like that and she does not age. This woman looks like she is a child growing into a woman's womanly figure and she looks like their junior by hundreds of centuries and it just looks ridiculous and sick and they look worse and worse by the moment. But they still try and say it is theirs and she knows it and she wants them to. They said a lot of fucked up shit to her and called her names and told her she was crazy and people know that and they think all that stuff about them! They really think those two and really all of them are fucking nuts. They said she did drugs and she took a test just for some job and the cops found it by some ratty ass woman who thought they were telling the truth so they were like whatever and looked into it and they really didn't care if she did or not cause they can't do anything about those people but it was clean and that lady killed herself and nobody gave a damn especially them and they realized already she didn't do anything cause they looked through her stuff just cause they looked through the whole house and the people there kept trying to say she was the root of the problem which she care not for and they knew they were full of shit. So they saw she has pretty girl panties and really felt bad but understood it was a girl thing and she is not ashamed by it so they were like whatever and they knew she wasn't putting anything funky in there cause that is her treasure and all her stuff is like weird obsessive compulsive disorder open and organized so she can find it which made it a hell of a lot easier for them and they really just kind of knew nothing was there even the dog came in and sniffed around and just rolled around a bunch cause he liked her and nuzzled her bike and then barked a shit load at those two people. They had no idea why those people talked shit about her and they found a bunch of fucked up shit in their shit immediately! The dog found some damn pill powders and some damn razor blades and some other people's shit. Except it was legal but they took it away and they were trying to kick her out and shit but these people told them they weren't even supposed to be there. Both of them are crying cause they feel so stupid for lying and talking shit about her and they wonder what the hell came over them for doing that cause they realize they said that shit for real! And they know it isn't true so why did they say it? The police told them that they were liars. They said they were going to arrest her for something that they said she did and come to find out they went along with that to uncover they did it by somehow confessing cause there is no way she did it she was walking and so many people knew that especially some guy in his house so they thought it was funny and used it against them cause they knew she walked to get the stress out and goes to the park and walks to the store or whatever when the sun goes down. Cause her bike needs a shit load of work but those people are in the garage and they are too annoying for her to stay. And they called her a bitch and a drug addict and a fat person. She's like some little girl that doesn't even say anything. She doesn't even take a mineral pill. They don't even know why they said that. They just feel stupid and ashamed. She knows they won't stop. She doesn't even care what they think or what they say. But she knows it's because of that wired woman. She is wired to them. She is their bad voice and bad spirit. She's trying to get them to shit her out and they are both going nuts beating the fuck out of themselves thinking it is a demon or something filthy and she hates that they feel like that but she has to sit there and write down what I say so you can see it whoever you are and whatever you are doing you and I will never know until she closes the dream machine. They really don't know why they said that but she can't do anything. So the police know she does not want to be involved and they really know she doesn't know anything about them at all which they are not surprised. Nobody really knows anything about them. Just that they have money out of nowhere and hide a church. She knows that too. She doesn't fuck with it. But they tried to fuck her up so she can't get a job. They wanted her to be all fucked up. She knows and they do but it doesn't help either of them besides that nothing changes so she is like whatever and she doesn't care who they are if people suck they suck. She's too worried though to think about it. I really love her. I want to be with her but just not there and she is not having it if I can't be with her there then nowhere is fine with her because she has got to stay and she is very clear in body language that she doesn't give a fuck who I am that's what she is doing and I could be a stranger if not I am just some man watching her if I cannot accept what she has to go through than I am nobody to her but some mother of some of her many children. That makes sense to the alien parents but to me it's kind of cold. Even Victoria surprises of it but she understands that if somebody really loves somebody they go through it all with them. I try to be as cold back but it fails because I really did fuck it up pretty bad. She has to be like that. There is no other way and that's the way the crow wants it so he is not even thinking she's so crazy anymore for thinking he's cute but she thinks he is crazy for not knowing he is a feathered blackness and she can touch him. And he probably is soft and silky feeling. Whatever......"

"So you just give up."

"She's got a boyfriend anyways but she just doesn't know cause she's sleepwalking."

"Who is he?"

"She looks so stupid. She really doesn't even know."

"Know what?"

"Who he is!"

"Who is he?"

"She knows."

"If she doesn't know how does she know?"

".....it's him."

"Who?"

".......some famous guy or something."

"What does he do?"

"Hide."

"Where?"

"Somewhere close by and pretends to be some other guy but he looks just like him cause he doesn't wear make up and wears like hair extensions."

"Who is he?"

"Some guy in a movie she made him be in but he really didn't want to be a clown and he had to pretend to die naked. That pleased her somehow but he looks just like him except he has long hair and it's not curly.....and his nose is a little different. She named him after a candy bar and a tool she uses for architecture."

"Okay....."

"They do something."

"Like what?"

"They.......well she never met him before."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Why hasn't she met him before!"

"....."

"Well he's just like her they should go out on a date or something."

"....and you want that?"

"Well I am some kind of asshole who left her there so he should go and rescue her. What is he doing? He does everything like her and sleeps at some stupid house close by and hates those people and he's like......sleeping there alone in some weird bed. He's got a lot of blonde hair and he's a really good looking guy that doesn't talk to anybody and he is having a difficult time like her and she doesn't even know about him except she found a picture of him but she never saw him before and now she wants to know about him and I feel stupid."

"Good."

".....well there was a bunch of them but she doesn't do anything with them except for talk about kids and she gets scared and leaves because they want like a hundred of them but she really wasn't scared of that but just like that she couldn't do anything about it except for think about it and I don't even think they know they did that."

"Okay so what is with you not being there?"

"I don't want to go back there."

"Why?"

"Because it's still there."

"What's still there?"

"...........everything pretty much yeah and that kid doesn't live there anymore and I don't know if she wants me there cause she's so preoccupied with moving erratically."

"So you ditch me."

"Yeah pretty much."

"Well she should find somebody else."

"Maybe she should."

"She will."

"You will."

"Okay."

"Alright."



Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Cat Call

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Merrier men carried heavier baggage than two frozen dreamers zoning an envelope desert. Amber is a frame inside my day to night disappearing act; the moon is a morbid marvel. Listening and watching is out of bounds, games play pieces into infringement, neither side is a deplorable rival; visitors may pass for sanctuary otherwise the temple is closed for tourists.

Blue hysteria an oceanic lullaby, sandy grains continue through a crystalline corset; I desire a battle with unspoken intelligence. Gifted soldiers prefer virtuous intellect; victims infest anonymous earth. Pictures are private investigators without lens covers, somewhere else they rather be, anywhere else inside a swollen tongue, water a face worn.

"If they die just let them go."

"Whom do you speak of?"

"....some people who think they know you so well."

"Who are they?"

"Exactly my dearest one."

"....Nemie will you be there to see the shit go down?"

"I want the shit to go down."

"........elaborate."

"....hhhmmm........I dreamed of a little girl fighting a floating capsule far from a world we both hated....she looked remarkably like.....me. No well she did look like you....okay she looked like you but that was hard to admit."

"...."

"Her eyes were blood chocolate water wells."

"Why the tears?"

"Momma is dying from greed and wealth."

"Me?"

"Earth....she can see it somehow.........you cut off her head and she was just an ant."

"....."

"So quiet.....so quiet for tea cups."

"I'm listening."

"I know."

"....she was our kid?"

"She was and will be....."

"What is she doing up there?"

"........surrendering and breaking out."

"If she breaks out she will be floating for real."

"In god damn outer space."

".......how do we bring her down?"

"Through patience and serenity. Oh fuck I dreamt of some horrid people who could not leave well enough alone always asking about things that had none of their business things we all knew in our soul. As if they attempted to have one.....as if they wanted yours just to get there wherever they wished was not a bed of death but then again you didn't give a fuck. I was so proud of you. You were so god damn angry. You didn't even know how they got here or who they were or whatever. The fact of the matter is they could not mind their own so fuck them and their own."

"........so do they die or what?"

"........"

"So they died?"

"...it doesn't even fucking matter the fact of the fucking matter is that they couldn't fucking mind their own fucking business while I was typing on the god damn computer wondering how I got in your god damn zone but what the fuck ever then I came to understand I was understanding you more than I ever wanted to understand you but what the fuck ever and then you understood my sense of humor and my husband more than you really wanted to and we became like this happy god damn weird ass fucking monitor family with wires making us something."

"Sounds entertaining."

".........what do they want from us?"

"You said they wanted to die."

"I basically did yes."

"....well then they wanted to die."

"They were trying to fuck with everything having to do with us and then they got fucked but they kept doing it and being god damn meddling assholes like people we never knew except for him but who the fuck knows who the fuck he is and what the fuck he does cause we was wigging fucking shit."

"......................."

"....my husband and I were in actuality one sort of happening."

"Wow."

"And you could not see or hear much my dear except for monkeys and the innocence of monkeys and unfortunately you experience your naivete more than you want."

"Yes..."

".......I felt Zen to be there and so did you."

"What was he doing?"

"Thinking about dressing like women."

"Typical..."

"......I don't know if that is proper for him to behave like that after all he is a man with.....he is a man!"

".....yes but in order for him to be a man he must mock women who act like shit."

"Oh now I understand why he does that."

"I don't I still think he's the most god damn ugly woman I ever saw and will see and I am going to get him for that."

"Well you make a horrid looking man."

".....thank you."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes I always desired to look as though I was a horrid man rather than actually look like a man."

".......I see."





Monday, April 12, 2010

Rolling Elevation

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Varicose praline webs hull a space I feel underneath my fingertips; trifling footsteps shall run. Further arguments conclude confusion as I watch seven adolescent children fall from a landslide chosen plateau. Crackling vibrations, riveting formations, antagonistic shadows, several fold; carelessness is a clause outside the district.

"Oh it's you....."

"Hi."

"Do you always say hi when you find kids inside bat caves?"

"Yes."

"How many have you found?"

"Do you count?"

"I do with my fingers."

"I do with my mind."

Yesterday is a sun leak bearing wounds. My husband's acoustic lament is a lyrical miss; there is a visitor inside and outside the vortex. We meet underneath a drowsy Prince.

"How did he get here?"

".....Prince of Persia....."

"Maybe another world."

"What were we talking about?"

"Do you need to wear a shirt?"

"Do you?"

"Yes!"

"....then I do too."

"That does not make sense to her."

"Who?"

"The girl with teary blue eyes in her orbs."

"Whose eyes?"

"....I'm not sure."

"........what do they look like?"

"....blue worms."

"Blue worms?"

"Uh huh."

"No such...."

"Well....."

"....what's his name?"

".........he's very angry."

"At who?"

"Some people who touch a bunch of stupid stuff and two people who touch screens to talk."

".......where is he?"

"....in some kind of den."

"What is there?"

"A little lion."

"What does she look like?"

"....a god damn underwear model."

".......was she little and cute?"

"No not really."

"What was she?"

"Big and pink."

"How big and how pink?"

"Too big and not enough pink."

"Does she have curly hair and run around in circles pacing?"

"Like that one over there?"

"Which one is that?"

"....yeah that's her."

"That's the underwear model?"

"Yeah...."

"...aw she's cute she looks like...."

"......I should of listened to them."

"Who?"

"The people with remote controls shaking their faces."

"What are they watching?"

"Melting faces and hospital pill bottles."

".......did you see a guy dressed like a cartoon vampire?"

"Yes."

"......he knows."

"Knows what?"

"That..."

"That what?"

".....that you did that."

"Did what?"

"That you did that!"

"My husband talks too much underwear model."

"He does."

"You run around in circles too much."

"I do."

"....."

"I dreamed about a crazy man with long hair and perfect eyebrows."

"What was he doing?"

"Laughing at my underwear."

"Why?"

"Because I had a fake ball on my bottom and two on the front."

"Why would you do that?"

"To freak him out."

"Why?"

"......because he is crazy and obsesses over his eyebrows."

"....Zen do you know about him?"

"His butt is cute."

"Did you hear that kid?"

"....I got his butt."

"What do you do with it?"

"....stuff it with socks."

"......"

"Your socks."

"Which one?"

"The ones with hearts."

".....why?"

"Cause you wouldn't tell me how I was made."

"So you put my socks in your drawers?"

"In my butt pockets."

"What if the neighbors know?"

".......I can't do anything about that."

"And why not?"

"I'm not there!"

"Well if you show up don't show up in your underwear."

".............."

"His eyes are red."

"I wonder why..."

"He coughs quite a bit."

"Does his wife concern for him?"

"She is concerned."

"About what?"

".....snow dogs resembling him and marijuana."

"......that's it?"

"Yeah that's pretty much it."

"Does she understand him?"

"......she's alone in some crazy house with some kind of monster furry people who think they know everything and they have bad hair and some people who act like nothing is going on..."

".....where is her husband?"

"Smoking a fucking bong! Inside her god damn reptile reflectors."

"Reptile reflectors?"

"....I can't see them but most people do."

"What are those?"

"Her eyes."

"....I'm in them."

"Yes."

"What about him?"

"Who?"

"......."

"She saw that crazy fucker inflate some dolls and they blew up."

"Why would he do that?"

"He's programmed by a sex freak without a leg."

"Which leg?"

"A peg one she wobbles and thinks about cutting mine off."

"Where is her leg?"

"Inside a hospital close to Zyna."

"Where is Zyna?"

"....looking at fertilizer."

"Why is he doing that?"

"He's trying to control my life."

"With what?"

"Little cute bottles."

"What does he use cute bottles for?"

"To be a smart ass."

"......."

"Well that's what he has them for!"

"......"

"Why does that man in my eyes wear a shirt?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know."

".......because he has to."

"Why?"

".......where is his wife?"

"I think I'm her."

"You're my wife."

"Am I his wife?"

"I'm pacing in protest of your protection over me."

"Why?"

"......."

"...I feel bad for him."

"Why?"

"His daughter appears out of nowhere wearing underwear in catalogs and his wife smokes too much weed to stay awake."

"What does she need to see?"

"......some kind of thing."

"What is in the thing?"

"......my eyes."

"What is in your eyes?"

"....a memory."


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Delight of Haven's Discreet

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The neighbors lay a swaddled crimson puma cotton creme towel inside my twisted arms. I soothe my right bend of bruising veins to understand a pain I previously mistook for growing angst.

"...this is a child."

"That's what we thought."

"......she looks a lot like me I guess..."

"That's what we thought too."

"Where does she come from?"

"We found her in Flanders' backyard next to a guy who got slashed from his neck over his heart."

"He's.....gone?"

"Yeah he sure is."

"What else was there?"

"A bunch of fucking dead animals."

"Like what?"

".....think they were hyenas or something like that."

"What's a hyena?"

"Some ugly fucking beast that laughs at people."

"Where do they come from?"

"Some ugly fucking people who laugh at people and become some ugly fucking beasts that laugh at people."

"......what and how do we deal with this?"

"We'll raise her together but keep her from those two motherfuckers."

"If they had a mother they might indeed fuck her."

"Fuck her over or fuck her under?"

"Fuck her over and fuck her under."

"I don't want her to meet them."

"She can hear you talking...."

"I don't want you to meet them."

"Huh."

"She said huh guys."

"That's what I would say if the lady who looks like me said some crazy shit that didn't fucking make sense since it's bound to fucking happen one way or a fucking another."

"Do you have to fucking curse around her god damn it!"

"Oh fuck."

"Aw fuck."

"Fuck."

"Fucking fuck!"

".....huh?"

"She learned it from him."

".......where did this bloody towel come from?"

".....we had to clean her off!"

"We need a doctor."

"A doctor!"

"Yeah like that guy that told me that my body was altering to adapt to physical changes....or whatever.....yeah."

"Alright well....alright we'll get him then except he sure as hell smokes a lot of ganja."

"He's always got god damn red eyes!"

"Maybe it's the weather."

"No it's fucking ganja."

"He's a pothead!"

"....."

I bury the cloth underneath an odd bush centering a dying creek. A pair of dark orbs curiously inspect my hands while a barking dog enrages me; if not for the child a broken mass is quiet charisma. She wears my white t-shirt to cover her exploration. I am unable to formulate a name at the moment. My mind is a sorrowful environment; my thoughts swim through blackening streams. We walk together, her chin upon my right shoulder; I carry her to a sidewalk swarming with police. This indeed a problem I beg to differ indifference for a following transcendence and wandering precedent; continuing aggravation doth annoy me. My silence is a pair of feet despite futile warning; my silence is a trance which nullifies appearance. Here we go again; there I am.

"Go away. You are not needed."

"Stop! We are important!"

".....hhhhmmm....I wonder if he really said what I thought I just heard because I thought I heard him try to convince me he was somebody who thinks he is important however he is the most unimportant sound I ever heard. Therefore he is just another noise.....just another thing. Just another stupidity, just another ignorance, just another thing. I never want you to go through all of this for anyone not even yourself I bid you to remain neutral and not to involve yourself with all of these things. There will be much confusion for we are existent in dreams.....there are many worlds which dual for comparison! Zyna will tell you more if we can find him."

"Here I am."

"There you are."

"....that is a girl child."

"You are a big one....except a boy."

"......ooooooh K."

"Oh and the letter K?"

"What are the police doing?"

"Are you sure they are real?"

"They look like ridiculous actors."

"That's because they are."

".......should we stop for them?"

"Not now. Maybe later. They can't even do shit it's not legal."

"......I bid them death. All of them.....never to return."

"As do I...."

"Where is Avie?"

"In your box."

"What year or time is this?"

"I don't know."

".....will she grow?"

"Too quickly I suppose."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm staying at a homeless shelter."

"So am I."

"Probably the same one on opposite sides."

".....I am not going to that house peacefully."

"Neither am I."

"Where will she stay?"

"She needs to grow quickly Amethyst for appearance sake so people leave her alone."

"Come child you eat raisins, pears, dates, prunes, walnut pudding, cane juice tofu, snow peas, cocoa coated coffee roasted beans, peanut butter all natural, strawberry preserves, blueberry mush, maple syrup almond toast, baked plantain chunks, honeydew mush, and pumpkin porridge with cinnamon swirls..."

"She'll grow in a snap of fingers that will be the size of my hands?"

"I hope she's as tall as you."

"Her eyes are so black."

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

"Wonder why that is?"

"Me too."

"She does resemble you."

"She reminds me of you."

"What do you suppose brings her here?"

"........us."

"I got to go back to my box and I hope I remember this and us."

"What are you doing anyways?"

"Looking for work."

".....they stole my money."

"They stole mine too."

"I keep dreaming dumb shit to confuse me."

"Me too."

"......you think that will happen to her?"

"Yeah."

"..........where will she go?"

"She'll probably live with a bunch of girls and cry for you more than me....how come you don't cry for me?"

"....."

"She doesn't talk much."

"......which one am I? Am I the dad?"

"Do you want to be?"

"....doesn't matter if I am mom or dad."

"I guess I will be dad."

"No wait I want to be the dad."

"Okay fine."

"Wait no you can be the dad and I will be the dad."

"You mean the mom."

"No I mean the other one."

"The mom."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

".....what did the doctor say?"

"....I didn't listen. He said she was dying or some shit."

"Why?"

"...she lacks some kind of immunity to something."

"It's not the water disease is it?"

"No....it's something else not like what Avie had or any of the other children."

"What can we do?"

"........I took care of him and got a second opinion."

"What did they say?"

"Some dumb shit so I went through some microscopes and saw that we need to come together and make a single strand of DNA."

"Then we give it to her through our blood?"

".....yeah but after we change."

"I think I shit out the old me."

"I think I did that too."

"....now we got to shit out the rest."

"Yeah that really sucks."

"The police are gone."

"....when we wake up they will come back."

"What do they want?"

"Everything and everyone to worship them."

"........I hate them."

"So does everybody else."

".....I got to go little person."

"...."

"Let's go back to Griffin's house."

Time is a mythical sun dial simplifying the wheel. Fists plunge into the machine complex surging swollen knobby structures; the color red is a foe. Nights shall pass into flashlights, moons shall wear disguises, suns shall rise from the dead; I am a fallen star scorching hidden earth.

"Hey Griffin will you watch the kid while I survey the damage."

"I checked out the house. Those people suck but they are afraid to wreck it."

"......so those pictures are there?"

"Who are those kids?"

"....the babies that played me and grew into ladies."

".........will you remember that?"

"Will you?"

"....my backyard is a god damn electrical set of warrior poles."

"Yes!"

"....what's her name?"

"I don't know yet."

"...........what about....Cocina?"

"....a little chocolate storm?"

"Yeah how about that."

".........what and how do they use it here?"

"Well you told me about Coco and you told me about Nina so I put it together but otherwise it indicates really good food."

"Oh......."

"She's darn cute and innocent looking."

"...............I fed her raisin walnut butter."

"How did you make that?"

"With prune juice in a bottle."

"This kid is going to grow like a marijuana plant."

"....so what then?"

"Ah we'll call her Mary Jane."

"Will I ever see her again?"

"Maybe in a dream."

"I need Avie."

".......where is she?"

"I need her to find Zyna and live with him."

"Where is she!"

".....that guy told me Zen walked around the living room and Cordelia was being me."

"Charles or whatever his fucking name is?"

"Yeah."

".....well what do you know."

"He said he felt his hair and his presence."

"How would he know it was him?"

"Oh come on Amethyst. It's not that hard to identify your husband. He looks like James Dean."

".....Vera Very."

".....that's what they call me."

"Aloe...."

"Yeah.....well he said he was walking around looking to beat him up."

"Again?"

"....how did he get here?"

"Through....the....thing."

"Oh that thing."

"Yeah that thing."

"Oh! That thing!"

"Yes that thing."

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"D'oh!"

"....does she have to do the Homer impression?"

"Well.....she did.....you know."

".....he thought you were there but it must of been your eldest girl."

"I noticed a few things."

"I know you did."

"He must of been very angry."

"Your husband?"

"Yes."

"I bet he was! Should of kicked his fucking ass."

".....well then they can come out of our things too."

".......quite possibly yes."

"What things?"

"Who is that woman?"

"Somebody who just ate a box of Mejdool dates from the market."

"Is this a dream Roy?"

"I don't know boy."

"Chocolate Boy."

"That's Chocolate Boy's Storm."

"....dearest me and dearest me again."

"Hey kid so are you that kid that was just here?"

"What thing?"

".....shit."

"I told you not to feed her juju dates!"

"Shit."

"I fed her apples."

"Shit."

"....she grew like a thousand years."

"She was born yesterday!"

"Underneath that thing!"

"What thing?"

"The thing Roy!"

"Oh that thing."

"These are my neighbors Coco Girl."

"....what things are these things?"

"Just things."

"Special things."

"Uh.....so......do you watch MTV?"

"Amethyst watches it to miss her family."

"You are Amethyst?"

"Yes."

".....where do we go now?"

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

"We'll figure it out Amethyst. Anyways she will start dreaming all that shit."

"Like us?"

"Yeah fucking dream machine like a nightmare show."

"A bad movie if you ask me."

".....where do I come from?"

".......sparks."

"Like lightning?"

"Yes."

"Uh...."

"Precisely."

"That cat is looking at you again."

".....god damn it."

"He wants you to join their cat army."

"What am I going to be the god damn mascot?"

"Yes."

".....where did the kid go?"

"We lost her."

".....aw fuck."

"Blasphemy I tell you!"

"She heard the ticking inside the damn washing machine!"

"It looks like a sun dial Vera Very...."

"....trips on the cold water."

"It had icicles on it."

"....where did that kid go?"

"Zap she's freaking out inside dream fucker world."

"Is she going to remember me?"

"How can she forget?"

"Will I forget?"

"Knowing you.....yes until later to think about it. And.....you will be stuck trapped inside that damn number two thinking other shit.....and fucking with that trying to be elusive so you can hide your emotions to protect her. She will cry a lot for you."

"Will I cry?"

"Get it all out now Girl."

".....it's blood."

"...........what isn't?"

"Where'd she go?"

"So do we call her your daughter?"

".......shit."

"Must of been your husband who else would walk around your living room wanting to kill that bastard?"

"....lots of people."

"I remember a sweet coffee fragrance like chocolate cocoa bean with espresso."

"Who else smells like that?"

"....I feel as though he was there."

"Well he was then."

"A whole big riot happened a few moments when you went walking but we stayed inside hiding until you came back. Then everything was alright again."

"What went about?"

"....they told him they wanted him alive or something.....then one guy mentioned hickory chips and another mentioned a neighborhood barbecue."

"Yeah then one guy said he would bring beer to the block party and that you were invited but he couldn't find you anywhere."

"............"

"Where were you?"

"Walking..."

"No you weren't..."

"On a space ship maybe...."

".....the cops are after you again."

"Why?"

"Cause you walk at night and buy bananas..."

"What a stupid reason."

"Well yeah most definitely."

"That's not going to stop me."

"No certainly not."

"....the cats need dog food."

"The little black guy and his brother?"

"Yeah."

".....Mr. Chocolate and Little Negro."

".........."

"What?"

"Well just cause you're black you can call them that."

"You told him to get to the back of the bus!"

"I went in first!"

"You also told him that if he didn't wear gold teeth and baggy pants he couldn't come to the tea party for slavery identification emancipation."

"Oh yeah I did say that."

"......."

"Well he is black and he is chocolate."

"The other cats won't mess with him."

"The other cats won't mess with him either."

"I am really pissed off at both of them for going along with this whole shit."

".....yeah but that guy wants them."

"I had to give them baths and bomb their skin."

"........I don't care for them either."

"Where did that kid go?"

"...she's safer than being here for sure."

"You sure about that Very?"

"......what do you think Amethyst?"

"....yes....no....maybe."

"..........I need to make sure she will be fine."

"So do we."

"....yeah well them stupids you stay with will stop at nothing to be stupid."

"They just want to be proud and save an ugly face."

"It's more than that. They fear shame."

"....I hate them more than any of you ever could."

"I believe you."

"So do I."

"Me too."

".......I despise their guts from within to the outer limit."

"So do we."

"....he's got some kind of machine."

"It makes up light and sound doesn't it...."

"Yeah worse than that.....we'll get it and destroy it."

"I'll use my hologram if I have to...."

"........what a dramatic fuck."

"...I hope she sees all that shit and doesn't fuck with that other shit."

"And hears it too."

"....where is that kid?"

"...."

"...."

".....where are our kids?"

"Shit."

"Where is your husband? If he was walking around he can come back again to stay."

"Yeah most definitely."

".......Amethyst go to sleep....you're typing on the keyboard."

"No I'm here Very."

"Oh I guess I dreamed that ahead of time."

"He's staring at a bunch of railroads wearing a black bag and smoking a set of joints. He bought a bunch of lime green buds from some guy who grew some herb. He got the most of it and wonders who gets the rest of it. He says it's his last pounder."

"Who is he?"

"A girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Well those eyes are blood shot. She's wild.....the cops are after her too......but she goes back into her room. It's not that far away. She carries water bottles and some kind of energy bar that she couldn't eat. Too sick thinking about running away.....those people are terrible. Those people stink."

"....where is my....where is the.....what about Cocina?"

"Coco?"

"Yeah Coco."

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

"My fucking arm stings."

"Karma is a bitch."

"Karma can be a liquid."

"Karma can be a solid."

"Karma can be a name for a kid."

"I want to call her that officially."

"You should like fucking just call her your daughter."

".....no not there honey."

"Which honey?"

"Karma!"

"What was she doing?"

".....she was getting something. Waiting for some lady to stop asking her weird questions she couldn't hear anyways."

"Like what?"

"Where her mother was, what her name was, if she was in trouble, and something about welfare......that lady pisses me off. You couldn't hear her anyways. I don't even think she knows there are two of her. It's terrible.....she's got to stop her and get rid of her......you need to stop doing that..."

"Doing what?"

".....all over the graph."

"Doing what?"

"Oh fuck it."





Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Famous Hiding Places and Resorting Destined Vulgarity

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Moderate ice would blatantly describe a hand reaching into residual illumination however anatomical fingers resemble uniform atom particles. My duty is to lose myself, my job is to remember myself, my career is to present myself, my goal is to be my self. Eventual routine is a boring hallucination; I wander into another hypnotic speech.

"Be on time. Remember what you need to do. Never mind the arguing or the disconnected criticism. You will do as you learn from the atmosphere as the people there do and if they got a problem with it then they are critiquing their own actions for you shall do as they do because what they do is your lesson."

".....what is it again?"

"....you can't trust your eyes or your ears my dear because you are deaf and you are without sight....if they do not understand they shall when they see no difference in what you do and what they think however you mustn't confuse speech or possible words spoken with your uncanny ability to hear thoughts. Many will come to test them and be prepared for that situation."

"......it's some kind of conveyor belt with some ghost guy watching."

"..........this is for every work environment you may encounter until the end Amethyst."

"There is never an end to work."

"Action of inaction is your ultimate ventriloquist."

"...I often find my self talking to others as my self."

"Hhhhmmmmmm....do you know who I am?"

"You are one of the elders."

"Do you know how I come?"

"You were like a fucking turtle from my sleep walking and I walked to that creek by this neighborhood looking for the baby."

"The snake?"

"Yeah I think I hurt him."

"......do you want to see him again? Would you even recognize him?"

"I want to see him again. Would he recognize me?"

"............you do not touch them."

"They look funny."

"They are disguised."

"Are they decoys?"

"Yes absolutely."

"Who lays them out?"

".....I do."

"You're funny."

"Why don't you touch them?"

"They're not cute or cuddly."

".....I touch them."

"Obviously."

".......come now sleep I take you back to the experimental domain."

"....I am tired of being science."

"Aren't we all."

"How do you carry me?"

"In my arms?"

"I feel so limp."

"You are."

"What is my body doing?"

"......you are paining two ribs underneath....the....cardiac opening."

"What are you looking at?"

"....do you want to touch it?"

"She's all pissy."

"...ah you can touch it just cause you are a child otherwise I wouldn't let anybody do that."

Little pink clad figurines claim my body the favorite jungle antic, industrial melancholy drilling, Texas Hold 'Em Poker upon a ping pong table, ballet pantaloons chasing a man wearing candy lipstick and faux eyelashes, seven tentacle squid begetting seventeen seven tentacle squids while being consumed by ninety frequenting guests uncovers an iron anchor engraved by an infamous fisherman named Fiasco, For Whom It May Concern I Am A Zombie Man Looking For My Daughter's Husband, sleepwalking children strikingly wearing Zyna and I as appearance, Castlevania ice sculpture, eighteen peanut butter banana honey toasted sesame bread sandwiches, twenty glasses of soy milk, three cored pineapples chunked into satisfying cubes, ninety-two peeled whole kiwi, pitcher papaya juice, four fog machines producing blue laser flashing steam vapors, tomato juice boiling a miniature volcano, a man sharpening three rapiers against graphite plated wood, two cat like creatures gnawing raw hide bones, a park water fountain plugged into the wall, a man reciting Martin Luther King's I Have A Dream underneath closed eyelids, and two half circle organic juice fruit punch bowls.

"Why does shit like this always happen whenever I think I am sleeping."

"Could we handle this if we were awake?"

Back and forth complications rest between lines similar to prison bars.

"That whole damn city is a jail!"

"We hate it!"

"Burn down the mother sucker!"

"We hate it!"

"Let our people go!"

"We hate it!"

"We hate it!"

"We hate it!"

"We hate it!"

".....I just want it to be Brooklyn like that place they always thinking about."

"I especially hate that stupid fake temple..."

"I really hate that court building."

"I hate all the bails rip off con artists."

"I hate the fucking park dedicated to judges and lawyers."

"I hate the tax collector office."

"I hate the roads."

"I hate going there for anything!"

"....I really hate the damn processing center."

"Well I like the library."

"I like the water park."

"....I like the water bridges."

"I like the museums."

"I like the restaurants."

"I like some of the housing districts."

"The bus sucks big time loser fucker."

".....I hate it so much I feel like crying forever."

"I hate it so much I am crying."

"I hate it so much I wonder when we will ever get rid of it for our final moment cause all I want is to know we don't need to worry about people harassing us anymore."

".....that whole fucking thing is just a fucking jail. Why?"

Brewing coffee mugs, almond biscuits, tea cakes, angel food chocolate shapes; I search for pure water inside what might of been a stomach had I misplaced digestive fluids. Red droplets cream fleshy pink dampened paper towels. My emotion is a single breath of unidentifiable gases. Three doors lay without hinges, I suppose my eagerness is a boy dodging miscellaneous floor particles while his smooth palms inspect my nose, we speak of nothingness and mysterious strength.

".....she's doing the man impression again!"

"Oh fuck Charles if I got to see another one of those tears!"

"I don't want to be here anymore. She's really pissed off with good reason."

"Everybody fucking laughs at us and sounds like god damn Marsha."

"Well.....Victoria told us not to take the pact but we felt like we had to just to survive but seems like it fucked us up so what's next?"

"......I feel like fucking shit."

"How did you get out of there?"

"....I broke out."

"How?"

"Mopping the damn floor then I just walked the fuck out and took a van."

"You should probably go back and act like nothing happened."

"...well you should of paid the motherfucker!"

"......I didn't want to."

"Well fuck you Charles."

"Look Young you better go back."

"Why?"

"Cause it's fucking more trouble than it's worth at this point."

"....well you will get me out when you realize there is nobody there to take care of the stupid fucking church missionary thing."

"......do you think she even notices me when she's awake!"

"No! I hardly do either!"

"I was so sure the cops would drag her around for walking to god damn Walmart. How stupid is that? What's wrong with going to the store at night! It's open twenty four hours so what the fuck! If a god damn person wants some shit from fucking Walmart or just wants to look around they can do it twenty-four hours a god damn day to night! I mean they need to get over it."

"Well the night auditor said she should go there every night just to make sure she's got everything."

"What church does he go to?"

"The one with the soldier of that damn school they tried to make Victoria believe those kids went there the actresses or whatever....I can't believe she thought cow prodding her and Dominique would solve anything. Then she did all that shit to them. What a bitch!"

"....she made me food once but I gave it away. It was all fancy and like....fucking art or something but I can't eat it cause I am programmed and she hates us for our annoyance. We annoy everybody and they hate us a lot. I would too but we can't stop. Were we always like this even in our other lives?"

"Yes."

"Well you know who up there with the hood is not happy."

"Yeah no shit I am going back now."

"......do I got to keep acting like everything is okay?"

".........yes."

"Do you think she knows when she is awake?"

"Yeah probably so but we don't."

"What's going to happen to us?"

"A fucking book on the god damn computer that only people with third eyes can see!"

"Third eyes?"

"Yeah it's like some light in the middle of their damn foreheads!"

"They see out that thing?"

"They dream out of it!"

"....like Del Tha Funkee Homosapian?"

".....you been listening to Hip Hop Charles?"

"I borrowed her CD."

"Did she say you could?"

"Yeah she was sitting on the roof with her legs crossed staring at the sky cursing about androids and conveyor belts."

"What did he say?"

"He said he was made in America to work at bull shit places and suck it up and to make money to buy records and to eat healthy stuff."

".......what else did he say?"

"He said that corporations that don't care about people make people sick and that they were all going to die and that they would all die as one big dumb thing."

"Oh. I borrowed the one with all the faces on it."

"Midnight Marauders?"

"...yeah the guy with the ear problem."

"Oh."

"......they said the same stuff."

"Oh."

"Yeah well I'm going back. This house is making me crazy and this accent is annoying my head."

"Well stop talking like that!"

"I can't! God damn it."

"How did we learn to curse? We're supposed to be like fucking religious people."

"......what the fuck is that cross made out of?"

"Olive wood. I hate it but you hung it up and I am really starting to hate this house a lot."

"Oh fuck it."

"Keep going along with this shit?"

"Oh fuck it."

"....she eats a shit load of apples."

"What are you shitting Victoria?"

"The doctor said I am shedding bones, organs, glands, muscle cords, canals, nerves, and that I am not holding in bananas at all."

"....does it hurt?"

"No it just smells like really dank soil."

"......."

".......she's pooping earth."

"That's not funny Charles.."

"Well she's pooping it!"

"Poop is not for shitting Charles!"

"Well whatever!"

"Victoria where does marijuana come from?"

"Who's asking?"

"I am."

"You're a baby!"

"......."

"Okay it comes from..."

"Your shit!"

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

"You look like this bat picture this lady hung on her wall cause she couldn't find a picture of you and he's really small. He has purple wings and white fur on his belly and he is smiling really evil and she thinks he's you so she has a picture of you now on her wall and it's big."

"Oh."

"I'm leaving now."

"You're wearing a prison guard costume."

"Who isn't wearing a costume?"

"Is this Halloween?"

"....you don't celebrate."

"Where are the pumpkins?"

"........pumpkins!"

"Aw kid she's all hazy and dazed."

"...........I hate that bed in that room."

"You went in there?"

"Yes I wanted to see the bicycle."

"Oh....what do you think?"

"He needs work."

"I know."

"I want one."

"I know."

".....I hate that artificial sun."

"A bunch of people had heat strokes Victoria. They hate it too....."

"How many?"

"Too many."

"The hospitals were full!"

"Did you hear about that house?"

"What house?"

"The one that has blocks that move!"

"What did Martin do?"

"He bled all over his walls and made skeletons walk everyone and everybody ran out cause they were having some stupid meeting about buying stuff. He was mad! He won't let anybody inside his house except for people he likes. Those people died. They were really awful!"

"Oh?"

".....I told him that he was my friend."

"Oh?"

".....he didn't say anything but I saw a big gun on the wall."

"....hhhmmm..."

"It made me think of what happened to you. And I saw a vampire and I saw some lady a bunch of faces at once and I saw a ladder and I saw a book with wings like a bird angel and I saw some orange tents that reminded me of war and I saw a fractal painting that reminded me of another world!"

"Really?"

"Yes. And there was a painting of you that they added."

"What?"

"....you were wearing some kind of black stuff that looked like liquid and half your face was covered with some abstract boxes.....and you were reaching out into a tunnel.....your hair looked like a lion's and there were leaves that looked like vampires.........it was like Salvador Dali......did the house paint it cause he is really damn evil. He is an artist. Artists are evil!"

"......how did you know?"

"He paints you a lot."

"He does?"

"....I saw them all!"

"How?"

"He stole me through a wall."

"What were you doing there?"

"I went to see Mickey Mouse!"

".....did you see him?"

"Yeah but...then after that....not so entertaining anymore."

"You're wearing black!"

"I'm a goth."

"..."

"I am."

"..."

"Well I am."

"..."

"I'm a Hot Topic amongst neighboring folks."

"..............."

"You wear chains that dangle."

"I do."

"Are you married?"

"I am."

"...."

"What is it?"

"He's watching us."

"What do you think of him?"

"He eats a lot."

".....is that all?"

"He looks like The Rebel Without A Cause."

"What if he is?"

"He is!"

"He is what?"

"That guy who was The Rebel."

"Who was The Rebel?"

"A blonde guy with blue crystal eyes."

"........"

"....how come he didn't hide his face?"

"I licked it off."

"What was it made of?"

"White chocolate."

"....you're naughty."

"And you are not?"

"I am."

"How old are you?"

"How old are you?"

"Good answer."

"Those people get into trouble for your youthful appearance."

"Tis an appearance!"

"Everybody gets into trouble for your youthful appearance."

"Why?"

"Cause."

"Cause what?"

"....I don't know it gives people something to bitch about."

"Oh."

"You....don't....well.....I don't know."

"I have knockers."

"What are those?"

"....uh...."

"How do you get into the door?"

"The door bell."

"Where is that?"

"It's in the middle of my forehead."

"There is a guy with an eye tattooed there."

"Who is he?"

"Some guy who eats paper."

"What does the paper look like?"

"You."

"What?"

"It has your face on it."

".....what does he call it?"

"A trip."

"I am famous?"

"Yes but you don't know and it doesn't matter."

"How am I famous?"

"Because you hide."

"What if I didn't?"

"You would still be famous."

"What about everybody else?"

"They are famous to you."

"What am I?"

"Some lady that looks like a marijuana plant and makes a guy tattoo an eye to his forehead."