Famous Hiding Places and Resorting Destined Vulgarity

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."