Modern Art

A thousand and one suns of crimson to purple passion's lust; if thus is a sin then we all fall short from unknown dictionary words. How violent to be silent; how much pleasure is a book? The author is a smiling darkness, grim scythe, prognostic zombie, walking cane; all of which is an excuse for suspicious onlookers to carry away my coffin.

"I really wanted to lay in that thing Narcissus."

"God damn this spaceship."

"....I had a cane with some kind of poking thing."

"I saw it. It was like a trash picker.....you tapped it a lot.....did you know there was a button?"

"I saw on his computer screen it said, 'I THINK I ARRESTED HER'......I thought that was strange as if he was impersonating..."

"He was. What we think of a weapon is another man's perception. What constitutes a weapon is a law you wrote....how strange....anyways it wasn't about the cane...it was an excuse...he was an excuse....he is the excuse of many....they shan't make any other excuses.......it doesn't matter you shall walk at night with nothing. Your body is a weapon let's see if they arrest you for that! And you do not nor can you conceal yourself."

"Is that what that was about my woman and mistress?"

"Yes Husband."

".....what were you doing Louis?"

"Stepping into the chamber and for a moment I realized something was awful."

"He was dreadfully hideous and she had to look at him. He kept staring at her and he did say she was extraordinarily good looking but we didn't care. That made him more angry and some obese little man with him. Because....they were.....hideous."

"Perhaps we think too much of ourselves."

"Oh dearest. They were hideous from the inside out."

"....what did you think Amethyst?"

"I don't remember what he looked like. He didn't listen, he was just there, and he was doing something and I don't care."

".....that was so definitive and upsetting for people. Including you.....here is the cane....it does have a button....there is a thing in it that resembles....a trash picker. It's what they use for civil service.........it is carbon steel. It is mostly a tool. It is not a blade or a stabbing implement. Besides that you are blind and needed it at the time but evermore we are here as your eyes and ears.......he complained about the skull?"

"Probably because she bashed him on the head with it because she didn't know....shit."

"I bashed him with it?"

"Yeah....the donkey man opened the door and let you do it."

"I didn't know that."

"He did."

"Weird."

"He's not stupid. He's just.....bizarre."

".....what did he think happened?"

"He didn't know. Donkey man stabbed the other guy with some kind of poisoned fish hook.....they were both fucked."

"....what are we talking about again?"

"......Louis..."

"Amethyst, you must realize that what occurred is just the beginning of a series..."

"That's going to happen again?"

"Yeah but not like that and each time will be an annoyance not directly at you."

"Then at who?"

".....cows."

"I'm tired of fucking god damn."

"....god damn what?"

"...I forgot Narcissus."

".......okay."

"....Amethyst, that man was terrible. Of all the guns pointed at your head none by a police officer or one who pretended to be one."

"Who called for him?"

"......something that buzzes a lot."

"God fuck I hear that a lot at this place with a conveyor belt.....they are afraid to touch it or something....it's like fucking cold. But I don't like to touch it so much because they touch it with their nude fingers and that disgusts me for some reason because it doesn't even burn off."

"....they touch a lot of medication."

".....well those fucking bees need to fuck off!"

".....I am trying not to laugh."

"......I did inside my palms."

"God fuck. Nemie those god damn bees piss me off."

"....that man says Tolchock."

"Mr. Donkey?"

"Does she have to call him that."

"He thinks it's humorous."

".....yes Mr. Donkey."

"....did he read Clockwork Orange?"

"Yes he did and so did all of them."

"......I explained the language before."

"That makes it fluid for people to read."

"They understood it?"

"Did you?"

"Fuck yes....it broke my heart after a thousand counts....it made me water my eyes in a library chair.....while people were signaling back and forth and some strange man waited for me downstairs but I scared the piss out of him."

"We saw it."

"I enjoyed it."

"He's the one that yappy guy did that for..."

"....yes something like that."

"....he's dying anyways."

"From what?"

"Something about a shovel and boars."

"Oh....Miss Boar got his ass."

".......he was ugly."

"I had to look at him."

"All these people came to join her and enjoy their reading material but he was such a boring pain in the ass."

".....he smelled like.....peanut butter from a big box."

".......I wanted to hang him from chains and cut his newspaper into confetti then throw a party..."

"So many people came to get books while she was there..."

"Where did they come from?"

"I don't know. I thought that was normal."

"No my dearest."

"No..."

"Oh.....why did they come?"

"We're not sure."

"....hhhmmm...."

"She wouldn't tell me about the tea."

"......that's the only one that has herbal madness for obliteration of intolerance."

"......what was up with her?"

"Some people were pissing her off so she ran away."

".......oh."

"She sat on a bench for a long time grumbling."

"Who were they?"

"Some people who think they own everything but they liked you."

"Why?"

"Because you read your book and drank tea and didn't bother with anything."

"....the lady thought her chains were shiny decorative pieces...."

"That's what they all thought."

"They were with that man..."

"They hated him....they hated him so much. They hated him more when they saw her."

".....they kept forgetting what they were talking about."

".......what do they own?"

"Nothing."

"I just thought they were sitting around because they didn't want to go out to eat or something."

".....what did they look like Amethyst?"

".........like wispy people who were thinking about curtains."

"I saw them."

"I did too."

"....there was like a little boy there and a Hawaiian shirt that was blue or some shit, but I saw the girl with the tea things....and the librarians.....and there were some weird really weird looking plastic people standing in my way I thought they were there but that they were fake and I was trying to go down that aisle and I knew they were blocking me so I started to fuck with shit to confuse them and they looked so fake."

"They used some kind of sorcery to try to make you think they were handsome and beautiful."

"....ew."

"......they were hideous Girl."

"...what happened to them?"

"They got kicked out for blocking you and many other people from books. They talked about taxes..."

"I noticed some sound like that....what were they?"

"Hideous....some people who read books about vampires."

"....what were they trying to prove?"

"They were trying to be something to boast or perhaps trying to be a projective good looking person or maybe they thought you would look similar to that..."

"Some man called some phone and asked them how she came out of the magazine."

"How did you Amethyst?"

"....was he stoned?"

"Yes."

"Of course!"

".....how sensible of a question."

"It really is."

"Absolutely."

"And there is no answer."

"It must be like magic to him."

"...a miracle of sorts."

"How did I get out of there?"

"....we suppose you walked out of there."

"Those people are absolute disbelief and blind faith."

"......how did those pictures get here?"

"I took them remember dearest?"

"Nemie yes but..."

"....well it's you."

"Okay but..."

"Well it is."

"Yes especially the tiger puppet."

"....and the black t-shirt holding up the original cover."

"......how did I get out of there?"

"Then another man asked about the book she wrote.....she had explored uncharted territory and he wanted to know what the light bulb room meant."

"Oh yes....you are the Invisible Man."

"Aren't we all."

"How do they know I wrote that?"

"Some guy told them."

"Who?"

"Some guy who knows some talky lady on television."

"Oh."

".....the light bulbs represent ideas which rest inside a room that presents itself a region of the mind we shan't touch lest routine is a thing such as inanimate therefore collective thoughts gather as guests."

".....I knew it was something like that."

"I knew it had to do with ideas."

"It also has to do with how much I hate the fucking artificial light and that those were soft colors..."

"....you wrote it for them."

"I didn't even know it was a book."

"It's considered the Black Bible."

"....oh."

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

"Well god damn."

"....she drank a bottle of fertilizer."

"It tasted like....sushi."

"...that means we all have to drink it."

"Ha ha."

"Oh shut up little purple person."

"....well....I could be offended by that."

Back to whatever earthen mightiness under consideration; my brain is an exhaustive communication. Bones to macro enhancement, I am a necro menacing catacomb for thine grimace, synthetic feverish frugality is a dictator, his name is the American Dollar.

"Panther! Why am I in the hospital?"

"Why am I here?"

"You came out of a spaceship."

"....they tried to give you HIV."

"What did you do?"

"I gave you my antibodies."

"How?"

"Inside that I.V. but I still don't know how I got here and how it got in there."

"What a fucking dream!"

"I got to go now! Nemie is calling for me."

"Who are you?"

"How the hell....what is this thing?"

"My house."

"....it belongs to some buzzing sound."

"......what do you want nigger?"

"That's my name bitch. You didn't say it right though cause you are not black."

"...what am I?"

"Some guy without a head."

"Round Two!"

"...uh Obama who am I again?"

"......uh.......some guy who boxes."

"Stack those boxes?"

"No...just like punching or something."

"....oh."

"Float Like a Butterfly - Sting Like a Bee."

".....so just go punch him?"

"Yeah sure why the hell not."

"Who are you?"

"Don King."

"Which boxer is this one?"

"The guy with the ridiculous voice."

".....oh.....damn it how embarrassing."

"Nobody will know it's you. I hope because this man's hair is so ridiculous."

".....it looks like you were electrocuted with a billion bolts....and then left upside down to figure it out."

".....you look like a meat popsicle that forsook a puberty voice box."

".....well......what a team."

"........uh just stand up there and say stuff."

"About what?"

"....dreams and states."

"........and bells."

"I guess I wrote it."

"For us?"

"I wrote it while I was attending....some school....that had....some kind of....uniform."

".....I'm sick."

"What do you have?"

"Cancer."

"From what?"

"Some guy that was building nuclear weapons."

".....your hair grew back."

"Why was it gone?"

"Because they treat cancer with cancer."

"How dumb."

"Sometimes it works for them but I disagree."

"So what did you do for me?"

"Nothing."

"Why do I feel.....better?"

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

"Well at least your skin grew back."

"....I have no idea how I got here."

"Can I walk home?"

"Can I?"

"........do we got to sit at the back of the bus?"

"....no."

"Hey! You! How did you show up here?"

"What is this place?"

"A sanitarium."

".....I don't know but I guess I belong here."

"No....they say I'm retarded."

".....are you an android?"

"Hell fuck no."

"....then tis impossible."

"How do I get out of here?"

"Walk out the door."

"......can I walk home?"

"Can I?"

"....."

"Louis I feel dizzy."

"I kidnapped you a whole bunch."

"Where is Nemie?"

"Sitting on your couch."

"Why?"

"Just to see the house."

"How come?"

"She dreamed it was all fucked up from smashed windows and riots."

".....from what?"

"It had to do with neighbors borrowing things and not returning it."

"Where was I?"

"....looking for her!"

"....shit."

"Yeah I know."

"What should I do?"

"Eat more tuna I guess...."

"....do you know what I am.."

"Yes."

"Why isn't it?"

"......some guy told her it took him three months and another six."

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

"They said all that stuff on the computer people say is fake."

"...oh."

"Don't worry Amethyst. Do your best."

"Are the eggs hurting me?"

"No.....but you are the only one who can eat those like that....and they kind of know you're strange....and you eat stuff nobody else can and they just want to give it to you for free because else they end up composting it but whatever you still got to buy it."

"....I didn't know that."

"......and your car is weird."

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

"He runs away."

"I know."

".....he needs to stop."

"Can he go inside other stuff?"

"Yeah.....if there are coils."

".....does he put them there?"

"No....a tech did for digital triumph."

".....I think I eat too much or something...maybe the bananas."

"You are eating a little more than before and you are walking.....you're excrement is basically guts and bones....some of it is banana, apple, and egg discards."

"Well I don't want to discard that stuff."

"It's.....the fertilizer. You don't care for it."

"......I don't like doing that."

"Going to the bathroom?"

"Yeah."

".....well.....it's going to be a while to figure that out."

"What actually comes out of there?"

"Vomit."

"What else?"

"....it's a probe area."

"For you guys and outer space?"

"......only if your anal."

"Oh shut up."

"Haven't been there in a while."

"Ha ha."

".....Amethyst, what is that thing in your room that looks like a mouse?"

"An aquatic air pump..."

"Oh..."

".............god damn fucking god damn I am just mad."

"....a lot of people are going to die and the undertakers are leaving."

"Where the hell are they going?"

".....Texas."

"How?"

"....rain."

"What were they?"

".....we sort of compiled them."

"I want his shovel."

"........there's a bigger one."

"What should I use Mr. Donkey's shovel for?"

"....gardening. Where is he going?"

"I don't know but he said he was tired of digging."

"....hhhmmm............he tells people you're a young person that looks like a teenager and you are his roommate and that he doesn't know you well at all. But it's no bother because it's just a living thing.......he says you are very quiet and read books and keep to yourself. People say oh. Anyways.........they lost everything in the house to other people....including the kitchen sink! Except that cold box, and stuff in your room, and the couch bed, and some other objects they gave you or brought for you to do something with cause they didn't know what it was for. Some man wants you to put some kind of music stuff in that car.....because he got it for you to do that and for you and your brother to piss people off. And some kind of lights.....something about a big box being conveniently located.....that man....Mr. Donkey knows you cannot save him or defend him from what he has done so he wants you to know for all four and to five of them that you must stay out of that business. He says it's enough. They said not to pay for their debt but they know you cannot and nobody will allow it....besides that you don't know if they have debt.....and you have your own dues....and they don't know what you owe to who....and it really is out of your control.....whatever debt is to them maybe different to you but you really don't need to know about that. But they are steadfast on staying until otherwise however we are aware of their continuing mortality and they are tired of being mortal. And continuing. Over and over. Must you be so difficult?"

"How am I difficult?"

"....well........you don't want to be aware."

"Aware of what?"

"Secrets..."

"There are none."

"There are some there. I never thought there was such either but so exists there."

"....I don't want to know it's not my business."

"Whose is it then?"

"People who don't understand I guess."

"......well I want you to know eventually when you feel as though everybody should know."

"Do the neighbors know?"

"....all they know is that they believe they are dreaming and that they do not feel as though their presentation or image is real."

"I know."

"You see them though."

"I do....but what is tricking me?"

"Marsha.... you cannot trust your eyes and ears only us."

".............really?"

"Yes."

"Can I get rid of her?"

".....your choice."

"....how do I do so?"

"Through Braid..."

"Her execution is debatable?"

"Yes...."

"What is Braid there?"

"A fucking world leader."

"...whole fucking holy fuck."

"Yeah...something like that."

"....is she....where is....is she alone there?"

"Yes..."

"Shit."

"It's cool though...she's getting ready to leave and join Amber and Crystal."

"What about the people there?"

"Ninety-nine out of a hundred shall perish."

"One shall live?"

"Tis a number for a larger portion."

".....how do they perish?"

"Nuclear explosives."

".......then she joins Cordelia?"

"....yes but Amber and Crystal shall go to something else to battle for a hexagon...."

"God damn it."

".......yeah so could you like just do what you should and what we want you to.....?"

"Okay."

"......and for fuck's sake could you wear some god damn underwear?"

"Why!"

"......because."

"No."

"....you will soon."

"Make me."

"....what is this person right now? A freaking person without god damn under drawers! I cannot have this while I am a frozen cubicle."

".......make me."

"Okay look....you got to wear it for some king of black and white."

"Zyna?"

"No that's what the people who roll it up there call it."

".....what does it look like?"

"....men's panties."

"No way."

"Get over it."

"Get over it."

"Suck it up!"

"Damn it she beat me."

"....Amethyst you need to let him hang out."

"My dick!"

"Not Cordelia."

"....no my dick is not Cordelia."

"I'm confused."

"Let the octopus sensual organ free."

"No way! People will think that....I'm some kind of....asshole."

"No they will understand. You are a good looking man."

"....but I'm a girl."

"Okay yes but you are a man."'

"I'm a mighty man."

"Shut up."

"I flex in the mirror."

"She doesn't even resemble remotely of a big hunky weird guy...."

"Tis humor for her and the monkeys."

"Oh."

"Oh."

"....you didn't know that's why you did that?"

"I just thought I was like muscular or something."

"You look like a girl."

"Okay so why have a big old schlong if I look like a girly girl?"

".....because of that reason."

"How does he come out?"

".......get rid of Marsha."

"Yeah."

"Okay then...."

"Then....Zyna...."

"Will come?"

"....then Zyna will do whatever it is she does that makes the thing hang out."

"I can't be a fucking model with a schlong?"

"You mean as a profession?"

"Whatever!"

"....it has a very distinct composure."

"It freaking sticks out like a muscle."

"....why does it do that Louis?"

"......Zen really gave it a good work out."

"That's so vile and raunchy."

"Oh shut up."

"He meant that she exercises it's function."

"It is not functional."

".....she means that Zen.....when you like her a lot the muscle contracts therefore from all these children your muscle is strong."

"....not strong enough..."

"Too much information!"

"Vile wicked human!"

".....it freaking hangs over a bend and then sticks out and moves around when I breathe and talk and like has veins."

"......is it really that big Nemie?"

"......I saw it when she was a baby."

".....what's the difference?"

"I am not a baby."

"Baby face."

"....well.....it was quite noticeable I don't care to look for it but I know that it has grown with her....I knew it would.....I just didn't want to think further of it."

"......oh shit."

"It's freaking like fucking another god damn appendage."

"......like an arm?"

"....yeah."

"That long?"

"No."

"....whatever just do it."

"......I'm tired of him hiding. He thinks he's punished."

"....well..........Zen misses him quite a bit."

"She used to like pull my pants out and look at him...and cover my head with pillow cases and look at him....and I felt like a piece of meat."

"Oh shut up."

".....well....he belongs to her."

"If Cordelia knew..."

"Nadia does that to him."

"....I was planning on consuming food."

"Okay so she looks at him! What's the big whoop?"

".......I don't look at her stuff."

"That's because it doesn't hang out."

".......I don't mind if she does it but if she's not here what is the point?"

".......good question."

"To show people what you are."