Sunday, May 6, 2012

FIVE/6?Twelve

FIVE
Large pieces of flesh rolled off the bone as Dylan prepared his sushi for Margaret. She watched with a savage interest at how he DE-boned the tuna yet managed not to cut a limb off. He Wanted to kiss her but found that he  wanted to keep his tips for something else. She pleasantly blew into his ear. OOPS they both cried. Drip Drip, there went his thumb. Margaret: I can sew that back on. Dylan: Not Yet. I enjoy bleeding in our accident.
Margaret: Everyone should be told that. Dylan: I only found it just now.

6
Gold. Dead Rose. Fluid. Vascular. Naked Juice.Whale Blubber.

Twelve.
Val: Don't  you think that we should go inside, the storm is near, look the sky is orange.
Timon: The storm in me has already ravaged this land past any formal recognition.
Val: They forgave you for robbing them all blind. You don't have to die to repay them.
Timon: I'm not trying to repay them, hell I care nothing for their fiscal state, obviously.
Val: Then why Timon are you hell bent on forfeiting you life?
Timon: Isn't it God's first? I only want to return this wax shell to the earth and go sit with him.
Val: If you kill yourself then you wont go to heaven.
Timon: God lives in Hades as well, He Made it just as he did heaven. He just doesn't call it home, I'm fine being anywhere he breathes.
Val: Then stay here with US. We Love You. I love You.
Timon: You Do?
Val: Yes U old Fool.
Timon: Oh. Let's go in then (he looks down) Thanks for saving me the trip. 

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