I walk shivering among the other poor creatures unlucky enough to be out this miserable December night.
The wind picks up molesting me with its clumsy tendrils that assault my exposed skin, nerves fleeing with fright.
Clatter-Clatter teeth chatter like coffins in an earthquake. I'm in a coffin of sorts. My infatuation with you encasing my days and waking actions.
Fingers numb, pinky to thumb, I imagine a world where my hand is in yours. Would it regain feelings lost, becoming warm again.
The winter wind froze my pulse long ago, but I'm sure that your heart which beats like the summer's sun will cause my blood to circulate again.
Sadly I start to remember- I remember that my lust is for an idealized version of you, one that could like me...one that could love me.
I remember that if I walked beside you tonight, hypothermia would set in. Your cold attitude would surly send me sleeping not a nap d'été but a bitter, glacial death...slumber eternal.
I remember that you aren't the first, the last, the only, or the "One". All you are is gone, as you've already given me all you will.
You've impregnated me with a constant melancholy. And even that will tear itself free, leaving me alone until the next time I'll believe someone can set me free.
-Vivian Alamos's correspondence with N. 12-6-1987
"Is this really necessary?"
"It is, and you did promise me thad on your nex' day off we wou'd visit them," their discourse was harmonizing with the hum of the engine, felt over the dashboard and steering wheel of Mel's "Demon".
"Any chance we cou'd make it nex'–'' he was interrupted with a staccato "Nonono, we are half way there an' unless ya' want to be makin' out with the pavement, knowing how newton's first law of motion works, I suggest you sit back and put your seat belt on for Christ sake."
"A comedian huh," He struggled but the smirk raped his lips anyhow. "A comedian an' a murderer to be." A reluctant grin was prying at the corners of Mel's mouth as well.
"You act as if they hate you, Savoir" her tone was coercive, almost pleading. "I know that bud it's that smug look that punctuates their radically pseudointellectual statements, falling like a guillotine to shorten my temper."
The Rothschild's rule the world...can't you see the lines, its obvious they were started by lasers...the moon is hollow it was proven when scientist sent 100 pounds of TNT into space detonating on the surface, causing it to ring.
"I still don' understand how you grew up in a household like that."
After that, Sav remained silent letting the exhaust note fill the interior of the car. He would have rather dealt with a complex congenital heart disease or read Melancholy's thesis "On the Torsion Points of Elliptic Curves and Modular Abelian Varieties" than go to this dinner.
The house was in his sights, being in the Spanish colonial revival style, with its white walls that held a loony bin inside...loony bin is a bit harsh...more like a circus.
"Woflgaurd's Wonders mus' be doin' well" Shrunken heads, pope's blood, a cylinder with a map on one of the bases that claims to depict the true structure of our world,books on thetans, soaps that block government nanobots, children's toe's that toed the line of life and death in an African war camp, Nazi memorabilia ( for the times when you want to snuggle up a swastika covered teddy bear that recites passages from Mein Kampf,staring at you with its baby blues), a toothbrush used by Bush, and various other "wonders" were sold in Wolfgaurd Pagan-Alamo's shop.
Sav had never liked how Mel's Stepfather had pushed Vivian down the rabbit hole, not to mention the fact that he met her when she was just 17, on her way back to temple, Fresh babe in hand.
***
Vivian was the one who meet them at the porte, welcoming the couple in to an asylum of imitated Spanish decor. They found the inpatients at various states of reverie, Wolfgaurd admiring a plane rudder recently recovered from the Bermuda Triangle, KitKat-Anne "Kat" Jennings, Mel's stepsister, monitoring her four year old son, Hershey "Junior" Jennings sat playing with his teddy (lacking swastikas, thankfully) While Hershey "Senior" Jennings was gazing at his wife, eyes filled with late nights and the husband life. Finally Cabochon Pagan-Alamo, done setting the table shouted "Everythin' is jus' about done y'all c'n come en take your seats." Arriving dans la salle a manger, Savoir had to admire the finery and intricate placement of the ornate table setting.
An overhead lamp emitted a rusty glow that danced, like a waning sunset, across all of the metals sprawled along the table. The center piece was a brass container with oysters supported by ice. Le diner was laid out in a gradient...sea to land...left to right...gold lining the silver of utensils...silver lining the three golden candelabras...a dinner that would be a silver lining to the night. The group sat down one by one and while doing so Sav knew that conversation was soon to commence. Kerosine to fire...no a holocaust...let the show begin.
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