Welcomed by a large lab unto the world…I shall save his laundry dump with Britney and carry it like she told me about how Buck Rogers’s droid’s leg stirred the crystallizer. But earlier I carted my father. Earlier we’d looked at an island that was upon the Caribbean world nation. Three were the places and we climbed the mountains for a price. The area men were into their cigarettes, barely talking amidst the docks and petroleum where we explored the chemicals. The land was supposed to carry all the toxins you may desire and here was a plant I talked to but he didn’t seem to listen. I carted him en route to the park off the road and by the pile of pears near her boyfriend who figured out what drug combinations work best… I’d watched what I thought was flight of stairs sliding down the side. I presume it was showroom. I slipped on goop or whatever. I was well and I jumped onto a pile right next to her hubby there. I’d left because just look at her painted it seemed. That was the show anyway. All to the store for my mom. The store and with feet on the cable I popped up where I might find inhabitance working on resurrecting a dinosaur. And then there was young man in another bed asking where the girls were. Here was this man down on us for chopping trees, but we stung him then dropped him over a cliff as his sister watched, but she was glad so I checked up on dad and he was still around sitting in his wheelchair asleep. SO I control console communication device used to call and finally gave to the youth even thought was a bit archaic. So where Hugh was sleeping it was back to Mom she was needed for the store. I’m late you see. Housing the group of young inhabitance pon his feet and for the child Standing outside the stabilizer but they didn’t join me so I went on once used my sidekick to stir the gravy wand to produce a journey that had started while around the neighborhood. It was a 40 acre property in the Maldives or perhaps or some other third white rancher dude who owned and met with us under a canopy to discuss what was cleared out – the jeans and flannel smoking. Nearby there were boat distillation plant which I was taking in all in due course during this purchase, so get away from the pollutants of civilization damn right and stay near the house. Dad. I think it matters. So around our neighborhood we snuck around a strange looking cards we asked the appropriate question about what might being be, and what sort of words in code best star child combinations.
Someone tries to drive a jaguar up shopping complex stairwells dents a BMW. Being moved into the oil or on the staircase into the dirty laundry where Britney escaped from her performance time. I couldn’t stand her ass anymore since the whole point of her while en route pick up some crystallizer finally got a roll planting my barrier nearer to the cashier. smartly dressed and asked her the for key The young group on a genetic experiment was in its infancy in rooms pooping away like the drunk and hairy room who popped upon his night of drinking to the rolling stone’s music. Under aged shook and who promised to be a friend. And then with weapons who chased down with his saw in the nuts and the cliff who didn’t mind. She got rid of him. On the road to make sure and he was just across the street half got on my Xbox and tried to figure it out or to make a up. Although some the house was impressed as they ran down to his wheelchair, pushed the house, found out what gravy was and headed back. I was running very Very late
Crystallizer
True Vampiricism
“…when the ritualist is pushed to the point of death from sexual exhaustion in this way, the ritualist’s spirit is enslaved by the aides and his or her power transferred to the aides.”
–AC–
plasticene
Working for a new company in the city of Honolulu. Putting in new phone lines. Octopus God in-between worlds hazy in the mist of dreams and fog.
Drunk frat boys returning to work. Serve us. In a fog. What is going on. Who switched our phones? Offices in the Hawaiian sun. Black phones and whites phones extensions and mistakes. Drunken processions of people and massive halls, meetings and discussions, explanations, and fixes. A desk in the sun a family I don’t understand. On a new job. Palm trees and Honolulu. Malaysian roving gamblers paying out four grand using old methods of record keeping. They set up gambling halls wherever they are called, and they do things like an old tax accountant. Blackboards and sticky tape, but I try to make my own and it comes out bones and plaster, and misread character. But no one says the obvious. wandering around stairwells in buildings setting off fire alarms. Working my way to the roof to find the criminals, the rioters, the junkies, the Brooklynites. A tall white man stands outside his apartment armed with a skull shirt on and a skull metal belt buckle telling people he has the right to stand in front of his apartment armed and intimidating because there is a line of welfare recipients in town kind of like dead heads waiting for tickets.
Walking through a brooklyn neighborhood on the roof of a building with the welfare line, and the latinos, and the poor waiting inline for handouts, and the couples.
Couples at party, meeting some young girls on the couch. One of them sits down next to me and tells me she plays in a strawbs-like band even though she looks punk rock — slim, one piece dress, boots, messy hair, pointy features. So after awhile we’re making out feverishly for no apparent reason. There was no attraction as we talked, but I guess since she made the first move, that changed my desire, and it is funny how suddenly it seems so meaningful and life altering just to have a feverish kiss with some young punk rock girl in a strawb-like band (that makes no sense since the strawbs aren’t punk) but she looked punk and punk girls somehow are more admirable than the rest since they take bigger risks and are independent or just crazy one or the other.
I run into an old friend named jewel on the brooklyn roof as she walks around randomly. She is a musician I used to know. Can’t tell if we’re on the roof or on the ground anymore. I’m very happy to see this old lesbian or bisexual girl — don’t remember which. She walks me to her current apartment where two other girls know my name. I feel close and intimate with her Jewel She seems genuinely happy to see me. This surprises me. Maybe it is easier to feel close to a lesbian since sex is not an option.
I recognize one of the girls staying with her as a girl from the theater in college but forget her name. I don’t even recognize the other one. We talk about taxes, paperwork, and I joke about hacking into systems to change names but I’m the only one who finds it funny. I sense that maybe they find me unappealing in some mysterious way, mysterious to me at least. But I have a good time with the dislike, just to annoy them more hopefully.
I become Barack Obama and drive and then bike into the city nearly driving off a bridge, and finding some street kid who tries to give me directions but his slang and dialect are too thick for me but he thinks I should know it since we’re both black but I don’t understand him and just feel intimidated, me barack obama on a road trip into the city lost looking for directions and not understanding them.
Driving through the city seems so much easier than it once was. I can relax and enjoy it for once. Driving for hours is so much easier than it used to be.
Dream
Last night I dream of retuning to a house I used to live in with my parents. Things were afoot there. For one, some natural phenomenon caused serious flooding to occur in the living room. I watched it happen. Maybe there was an earthquake, or a pipe broke, and water filled up our neighbors pool til it overflowed and water flowed right into the front door of our house, into the living room. My father took charge ordering my mother to make calls, to do this and that. Somehow our living room seemed like it was outdoors and junk lay everywhere. A hotdog stand was in the living room. I ran off after the flood looking to get out of that house and left them to deal with it.
IN the next segment, I live in some mansion with a relative. We discover a dog locked away in a chest that looks exactly the same as one of the dogs I have know, only younger. It must be related to her. Even though the dog has been locked away in the chest, it comes to life as if it has only been a short time but it has been a very long while. The dog should be dead. It turns into a twin of my sister and comes to live in the mansion with me and my relative. I don’t know her though but she seems like a good guest and stays out of everyone’s way.
It takes a long while to walk from one end of the house to next and no one lives there except for the clone of my sister, my relative who is a woman, and I live there. The lighting in the house is diffused almost, purgatorial.
I find myself in England, wandering around aimlessly with new friends. After walking through various areas of England such as boat docks, highways, pubs, during the day and night some plot unfolds. I make some new friends, and they tell me someone I know has been kidnapped by criminals. We have to save this person. I don’t recall what the persons relationship is to me. She may be family or my wife. Time runs out. We have to find her. I set up a server identifier that scans for servers. Test it out. Prepare to bring it into the neighborhood I think they are in. My friends play a recording or maybe let me hear a phone call of her being tortured and screaming. I have to leave. I can’t listen to it and set out to find her.