Doctor of InfluenceA Story by Chadvonswan coincidental lies The Doctor of Influence loathes [everything ] I awaken from a ninety seven league deep sleep upon the surface of the hardwood desk. The class is OVER I grab my notebook, glance at the only thing I wrote: I have finally found you but you are forever somewhere else I dream of that place. . . I pour cement on your heart to maintain the illusion. Outside, the film of my brain illuminates a lime colored green, O light, Sweet Lights o' Dawn drawn against the blooming grass, Green with Golden hues of the reflection of the suns newly arrived presence. My thoughts become scrambled in the wake of the sun. My dreams unscramble themselves like bruised purple veins under Jupiter's storm. [All of this is but a story] I stand up and humanize and harmonize with everything at once. The film of my brain glows red from the light of the brick walls being sucked into my pupil like a psychometric black hole. Thousands of misshaped bricks stacked and topped upon each other, growing bright in the ripening morning, alive with crimson influence. The flowers glow as well, their scent laced with sexual undertones of silent memory.. I walk back to the alley behind the dormitory building to get my pack of Crimson Cigs. I imagine them not being where I left them, and going on the next few days without them. I think also about the possibility of someone finding the CC's and give them to the police. But alas their existence in the core of my buttered brain remains true, like a mirror in my mind, I move the stacked bricks and find the Cigs. I pop one in between my lips and light it. The blood clouds birth and then dissolve in the wind, the smoke sucked out the opposite end of the alleyway. The veins in my body swell with a memory. No, it is just a dream, not a memory. The dream flows through my body, and the Dream fills my lungs and pumps crimson clouds into my heart and I blow out the smoke. Red clouds, O sleepless red Clouds. They float toward the stratospheric ceiling Blue, and it is a great contrast of colors, Red and Blue. And then sun casts its animated gaze upon me. Bright-- too bright, and I place my Ray Bans that I stole from the mall upon my nose, (My Nose, My Nose, My Kingdom for a Nose) and I see an augmented reflection of my gaping eye " magnified by perhaps an ocular reticule of 7 (Seven " Sevin) 7777777777777 “Hello, Sevin.” The voice floats into my right ear and dissolves out my left before my brain can register it; I am fascinated with this enhanced portrait of my eyeball right before my very eye, lost in wonder staring at this vague lens with my eye painted upon it, the vague lens and the vague detail of the lights ghostly parallel. I forget about the voice, “Hey a*****e.” I turn and flip her off. “WHAD'A'YA WANT?” “Gimme a RED.” I give her one, her her her her her, she she she she lights it with my my my orange BIC lighter Bloody clouds emanate around us, pouring like a fountain out of Mara's nostrils. Her eyes become pregnant with Crimson Influence. Her lips swell in allergic Influence. Her bosom SWELLS in tempting INFLUENCE. I scan my eyes all around her and at the Void around us. Damn, there are rats around us with little hearts in them and there are birds flying above us taking s***s and there are things Alive everywhere, a red ant crawls in a meaningless existence, but it Crawls God D****t, and there are People, precious and disgusting people [peep hole] everywhere, and I scan all of this with my synthetic eyes, authentic skies reflecting lens O Cruel Valley The sun grows hotter every second but we persist. She says to “Say SOMETHING.” My tongue dances, “I can't think of anything to say that is worth saying whenever you are around. I can't even breathe. You see through my black veil, you hammer my shell until it cracks. I want you here but I want to be alone so I can think of you. So I can imagine being sprawled out upon your mattress tongue, under the starlit sky, or is that just your teeth? O the galaxy of your breath, every Particle of Nonsense you call Words is artificial. You ask me if I want you [today] even though I wanted you (yesterday). My dreams surface to the iris of my ocean, they float there for you to find. I caught all of Her fish and set them free, but I am going to eat Yours, O Blonde shimmered Mara. In the evening I cast a line and hooked onto your sun, and I tugged and pulled with every fiber of my being until I reeled in the entire Universe, and you are in there, and I am in there, and everyone and everything is in there. Even though there are a trillion parallels to this life, I would still choose you over your reflection in the mirror. I will peel your skin off and layer by layer until I reach your beating heart so I can place my lips upon it and kiss your melody.” She drops the Red and stomps on it with her decaying Converse until the light goes out. “Lets go,” she says, and she pulls my hand until I can't remember or even wake up.
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