Sunday, February 27, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
"You know you want it...protection, I mean. I offer you the chance to survive in this incredibly obnoxiously cruel world they call high school."
"Why me, why not others?"
"Oh, no big reason, however I do like what you´re doing down there."
"It´s called art, only a few can truly understand it."
"I do, a lot, I think it makes you extra special, besides, you´re not so bad..." Lisa approached me and whispered in my ear with the ease of a child but the malice of cheap girl; "I think you´re destined for greatness and that will definitely see you out of this town soon but to pursue something much better."
"Such as?"
"Well, to be a great painter, of course! Or whatever you are."
"Whatever, whatever?" I said. "You want to help me but then you don´t know me!"
"Not yet, but I know that you´re in danger, how vulnerable you are, someone like you doesn´t stand a chance right here, I even know they call you names..."
Not that, not that...
"Yes, exactly, you do seem to care after all. Just imagine, if those rumors are true then you´re a dead man, Adrian. That´s why if they see you around a girl everything will change..."
"I´m not that kind of person, Lisa! I don´t need to prove anything to anyone!"
"Alright then, you refuse my friendship then you will have to pay, and believe me, things get done very quickly around here with just a snap of my fingers. So what do you say?"
"Fine...just don´t make me do things I don´t like."
"See, this is exactly why Tim and his friends keep talking shitty things about you. Oh, but you don´t have much time to think about it, so join me, join us...Adrian, Adrian..."
"Adrian, will you join us?"
"Oh, excuse me, your words really had a powerful effect on me." I turned my head and was back at the party with Caroline. "Is that so? Then how do you it wasn´t what you were drinking?"
"Good one."
"We´ll have time to talk about The Thousand later, I want you to meet some other people. I believe that´s Mr. Goldberg, your agent, right?"
"Indeed he is, the freaking Queen, or King Of Hearts, perhaps...he owns me."
(continued).
Friday, February 25, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
After this ghostly encounter I talked in private with Ms. King.
My head turned away in fear, but I tried to remain serene. I saw the other me beside this newfound Caroline deviously grinning like the Cheshire Cat all suited up and said, "Yes, tell us Adrian, if you don't mind."
"I must admit I wasn't prepared for this one, "I coughed, "but, um, yes, it has been one of my many projects to form a group of artists, very much like in the old days, and because I've made some rather interesting discoveries recently."
"Ah, excellent, why not?" added Caroline, who didn't looked surprised at all, in fact, she took it rather well. "But, let me tell you a little secret...you're not the only one hunting for The Thousand."
"What?..." I replied. Caroline smiled and gladly continued putting her hands together in a noble gesture, "You see, the idea came originally from my father a few years ago after he discovered that his own art served for other things other than a pretty ornament on your living room, if you know what I mean to say. He always said;
"There's no better joy than to paint among the dead."
It mind sound goulish to some people but the things that this girl helped us with..."
"So that girl was real?"
"Well, she was already there before you and before me. When I was growing up in that loft she tried to talk to me so I would always awake at very specific hours such as 3 AM. She said to me,
"no one ever listens to children, but children always listen to the voices within."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"If you and I and my father had such a powerful connection then you are practically on your way to find The Thousand."
"I still don't understand..."
"Do you like Tarot cards? I bet you do, where else could you have gotten the infinity symbol?"
"That was supposed to be some very profound memory."
"No, it's not, somehow it recombined with the things I know because I showed her these things, the Tree Of Life she drew, inside there are 22 archetypes, and I believe you already created most of them.
The archetypes of the mayor Arcana represent the path to your spiritual quest but you chose the paintings to encrypt all that knowledge. If we are absolutely careful they can become the tools for a new way of faith."
"This is impossible..."
"Impassible perhaps but never impossible ."
"Then what do you want from me, what am I supposed to be or who?"
"Define yourself, who are you?"
Those were mighty powerful words that woke up another dark corner of my teenage memories, something repressed, something painful, and then...
"Who are you?"
"I´m Lisa Summers, but Oh My God, you truly don´t know who I am?"
"Oh yeah, they say you´re the minster´s daughter, right?"
"Yes! You must be Adrian..."
"Why are you after me? NO ONE ever talks to me, usually they leave me alone to my drawing."
"Indeed, but I´m no after you because of that, I came to offer you protection..."
(continued).
My head turned away in fear, but I tried to remain serene. I saw the other me beside this newfound Caroline deviously grinning like the Cheshire Cat all suited up and said, "Yes, tell us Adrian, if you don't mind."
"I must admit I wasn't prepared for this one, "I coughed, "but, um, yes, it has been one of my many projects to form a group of artists, very much like in the old days, and because I've made some rather interesting discoveries recently."
"Ah, excellent, why not?" added Caroline, who didn't looked surprised at all, in fact, she took it rather well. "But, let me tell you a little secret...you're not the only one hunting for The Thousand."
"What?..." I replied. Caroline smiled and gladly continued putting her hands together in a noble gesture, "You see, the idea came originally from my father a few years ago after he discovered that his own art served for other things other than a pretty ornament on your living room, if you know what I mean to say. He always said;
"There's no better joy than to paint among the dead."
It mind sound goulish to some people but the things that this girl helped us with..."
"So that girl was real?"
"Well, she was already there before you and before me. When I was growing up in that loft she tried to talk to me so I would always awake at very specific hours such as 3 AM. She said to me,
"no one ever listens to children, but children always listen to the voices within."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"If you and I and my father had such a powerful connection then you are practically on your way to find The Thousand."
"I still don't understand..."
"Do you like Tarot cards? I bet you do, where else could you have gotten the infinity symbol?"
"That was supposed to be some very profound memory."
"No, it's not, somehow it recombined with the things I know because I showed her these things, the Tree Of Life she drew, inside there are 22 archetypes, and I believe you already created most of them.
The archetypes of the mayor Arcana represent the path to your spiritual quest but you chose the paintings to encrypt all that knowledge. If we are absolutely careful they can become the tools for a new way of faith."
"This is impossible..."
"Impassible perhaps but never impossible ."
"Then what do you want from me, what am I supposed to be or who?"
"Define yourself, who are you?"
Those were mighty powerful words that woke up another dark corner of my teenage memories, something repressed, something painful, and then...
"Who are you?"
"I´m Lisa Summers, but Oh My God, you truly don´t know who I am?"
"Oh yeah, they say you´re the minster´s daughter, right?"
"Yes! You must be Adrian..."
"Why are you after me? NO ONE ever talks to me, usually they leave me alone to my drawing."
"Indeed, but I´m no after you because of that, I came to offer you protection..."
(continued).
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
"It ´s about time you two met," said Debbie in a meaner tone.
"Hello, Adrian, I´m Caroline King".
I fell in a terrible deal of silence.
"I, I´m sorry, for a minute there I lost myself. You are Ms. King?" I replied stumbling in my own words.
"Yes, you might be familiar with Edward K; he is my father and I´ve been his agent for the past five years."
"So, do you still have Ritual in your possession?"
"Of course, I do. I appreciate it greatly." As if I´d casted another demon away, like the image of that little girl, Caroline looked surprisingly different; she was Jewish, she must have been in her twenties, blonde, skinny with a sort long face . She addressed in a very serene tone.
"So you were not aware that my father used to live there?" she continued.
"Not until some time ago...So how did you get here anyway?"
"I always come to these events, in fact that´s where I met Debbie who is a dedicated art collector herself. But you look surprised, Adrian, as I you have seen me before."
"Actually I have, but not this way. I tried to find you but..."
"You never did? I´m awfully sorry, usually I am much too busy be joining any social network; and then I saw you had this little group called The Thousand and I wondered..."
"Yes?" I asked.
"What is it exactly?"
(continued).
"Hello, Adrian, I´m Caroline King".
I fell in a terrible deal of silence.
"I, I´m sorry, for a minute there I lost myself. You are Ms. King?" I replied stumbling in my own words.
"Yes, you might be familiar with Edward K; he is my father and I´ve been his agent for the past five years."
"So, do you still have Ritual in your possession?"
"Of course, I do. I appreciate it greatly." As if I´d casted another demon away, like the image of that little girl, Caroline looked surprisingly different; she was Jewish, she must have been in her twenties, blonde, skinny with a sort long face . She addressed in a very serene tone.
"So you were not aware that my father used to live there?" she continued.
"Not until some time ago...So how did you get here anyway?"
"I always come to these events, in fact that´s where I met Debbie who is a dedicated art collector herself. But you look surprised, Adrian, as I you have seen me before."
"Actually I have, but not this way. I tried to find you but..."
"You never did? I´m awfully sorry, usually I am much too busy be joining any social network; and then I saw you had this little group called The Thousand and I wondered..."
"Yes?" I asked.
"What is it exactly?"
(continued).
Monday, February 21, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND (continued):
Those rabbit girls...now I was beginning to understand the real dimension of my visions, it was them who were after poor little old me, the better half, the strongest one. Maybe if I opened up they might embrace me fully.
I took Debbie to my new studio, which was still a little bit sketchy and much bigger. It had this huge window shaped like a half moon; I guess it made it more romantic and mystical.
"So why the rabbit?" she asked. It was one of those very few times anyone ever bothered to ask me so my eyes opened wider.
"Ah, because you see I intend to reinvent it as much as I can. Now because I know you´re going to keep asking why I´ll tell you that deep down we´re all rabbits. Helpless creatures which are always seeking to find a safer place in this world, like half of the people who live in this city, as you can see. But you see, they don´t deserve to be alone, they need to have a leader and that´s were I come in. So...
...a long time ago I felt I was helpless and fragile, that I would break like glass. I was born earlier than expected, some say I couldn´t wait to get out into the world. Ironically I was shy as Hell, Mom kept thinking I might be one of those special autistic children but no. I found a way to speak by drawing, it became my most powerful weapon...
"So as the years went by I crafted these things you see as symbols of my faith because most of all I needed strength."
"How cute!" cried Debbie. For a second there I had a flashback in which Edith asked me the same question not so long ago. "But at the same time it´s kinda sad..."
"I´m fragile thus frailty is one of my most attractive features, " I replied taking another sip of absinthe.
"Don´t be so modest! You´re so hot!"
"I don´t think so, not if you get to know me better..."
"Shut up, let´s go back in there, there´s someone who´s dying to meet you." She held my hand and drove me back to the party as if somehow she perceived I was already a little bit woozy and relaxed...please don´t invoke The White Rabbit.
(continued)...
I took Debbie to my new studio, which was still a little bit sketchy and much bigger. It had this huge window shaped like a half moon; I guess it made it more romantic and mystical.
"So why the rabbit?" she asked. It was one of those very few times anyone ever bothered to ask me so my eyes opened wider.
"Ah, because you see I intend to reinvent it as much as I can. Now because I know you´re going to keep asking why I´ll tell you that deep down we´re all rabbits. Helpless creatures which are always seeking to find a safer place in this world, like half of the people who live in this city, as you can see. But you see, they don´t deserve to be alone, they need to have a leader and that´s were I come in. So...
...a long time ago I felt I was helpless and fragile, that I would break like glass. I was born earlier than expected, some say I couldn´t wait to get out into the world. Ironically I was shy as Hell, Mom kept thinking I might be one of those special autistic children but no. I found a way to speak by drawing, it became my most powerful weapon...
"So as the years went by I crafted these things you see as symbols of my faith because most of all I needed strength."
"How cute!" cried Debbie. For a second there I had a flashback in which Edith asked me the same question not so long ago. "But at the same time it´s kinda sad..."
"I´m fragile thus frailty is one of my most attractive features, " I replied taking another sip of absinthe.
"Don´t be so modest! You´re so hot!"
"I don´t think so, not if you get to know me better..."
"Shut up, let´s go back in there, there´s someone who´s dying to meet you." She held my hand and drove me back to the party as if somehow she perceived I was already a little bit woozy and relaxed...please don´t invoke The White Rabbit.
(continued)...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
WICKED WONDERLAND
Art is like the air i breathe if you deprive it from me I'll choke.
That cry for help morphed into what I see right now as The White Rabbit, he seems like a tiny spirit or spectre in my head.
I feel minimal in this room thus I felt tonight the need to become stronger, how was I to know that such strength would come from inside me in the form of this trickster I would rather prefer to on drugs right now, oh wait, I was.
Blue ambience surrounded me, I was weeping, just like the last time I dreamed these horrid things in this house.
Silly me, I had the desire to go into automatic mode, automatic for the people but not to the one I love, not her! Maybe it was the need to escape all the pressures but they're not that big, no, maybe it was because of my physical weakness. A collection of ailments have been invading me for the last two weeks. This sounded more like summoning the White Rabbit to cover me for the night and I did unconsciously, so if I did this on purpose maybe I could undo it, right?
But no, it seemed that I invoked some kind of mental magic I couldn't control. He was supposed to help me, not to screw up everything.
"Are you talking to yourself, Adrian? You don't need to do that, there's lots of people here!" said some brunette girl with a very short flickering dress.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have been doing something on automatic mode," I said as I held a glass with a very mysterious milky green content.
"I'm sorry?"
"Yes, it's a kind of situation that happens when your unconscious mind is speaking freely."
"Ah, I see...well, I can introduce to other engaging activities."
"Such as?"
"Talking to real life people like myself, of course."
"I'm sorry and who might you be?"
"I'm Debbie, Droogie's cousin? I actually went to your show last year and told her about you, I guess you can call it some kind of accidental matchmaker."
"Do you always do that for her?"
"Oh no! Don't get me wrong, it's just that we're so used to be around you know, artsy people, that's all."
"Artsy people, how come you're not dating some random rockstar?"
"Oh, we can do that any day of the week! But seriously, we' re just like, you know, talent scouts."
"You want me so badly to join your sinister group?"
"Well, it's not that we're forcing you or anything like that," said this wide eyed girl.
"I know, but you seem very inviting that it looks like an offer I can't refuse. By the way, you are aware that I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, that's not a problem but she's gotta understand that your life is never gonna be like, like..."
"Predictable and boring just like everybody else's?"
"Well, yes, but, if you don't mind me asking this, what is she doing in your life?"
Suddenly there came a flashback, about three years ago when I just started dating Edith. I brought her over to my place and we discussed this over dinner.
"I don't deserve to be around you, I'm sorry." I said.
"Why are you saying that? You're acting as if you had very low self-esteem." said she.
"No, it's not that, I'm being totally open and sincere."
"Actually the way I see it is that you're judging yourself very heavily, how did you ever come to this conclusion?"
I gave a deep, deep sigh and hoped that she'd dumped me as fast as she could, but then, "I was texted recently, and..."
"And..."
"It's an old wound that hasn't closed yet. An ex."
"And..."
"It's not a girl."
"Oh...oh..."
"Don't hate me, but it was just a phase..."
"And when were you gonna tell me this?"
"This is the part that I hate the most when I'm around girls like you."
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You're so much more different and I feel safe around you, really safe, but keeping him out of my life is not gonna be that simple. I want you for all the right reasons."
"I don't hate you, Adrian, an ex is an ex, it's just a little awkward that you jumped from one type of relationship to another like a 360 degree spin or something. I would just ask you one thing though, why me?"
"Because I feel things with you that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I've been living in neglect, self destroying and emotionally crashing all the goddamn time. But then you came along it was like a blessing and I appreciate little things like those. You're the best thing that has happened to me so far. And to show you I'm really serious I'd be willing to make you a portrait."
"And how does that change anything?"
"Because everyone who knows my work knows that I don't normally do it because I'm too superstitious."
"Well, if you did that I'd be flattered but you sure have a weird way of showing that you really care about me."
"And did you paint her portrait?" said Debbie staring at me as if she was glued to my conversation. We went upstairs to the handsomely decorated rooftop.
"No, I didn't; she stopped talking to me for weeks, I guess the thing that scared her off was the fact that I was bi."
"That's reasonable, but I think that makes you super extra special, or sexy, even..."
"So what made her come back to you?"
"Oh...that's a story for another day. I just wanna forget tonight."
"Al-right!" cried Debbie as she reached out to hug me like I was some sort of paternal figure, how old was she anyway?
That cry for help morphed into what I see right now as The White Rabbit, he seems like a tiny spirit or spectre in my head.
I feel minimal in this room thus I felt tonight the need to become stronger, how was I to know that such strength would come from inside me in the form of this trickster I would rather prefer to on drugs right now, oh wait, I was.
Blue ambience surrounded me, I was weeping, just like the last time I dreamed these horrid things in this house.
Silly me, I had the desire to go into automatic mode, automatic for the people but not to the one I love, not her! Maybe it was the need to escape all the pressures but they're not that big, no, maybe it was because of my physical weakness. A collection of ailments have been invading me for the last two weeks. This sounded more like summoning the White Rabbit to cover me for the night and I did unconsciously, so if I did this on purpose maybe I could undo it, right?
But no, it seemed that I invoked some kind of mental magic I couldn't control. He was supposed to help me, not to screw up everything.
"Are you talking to yourself, Adrian? You don't need to do that, there's lots of people here!" said some brunette girl with a very short flickering dress.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have been doing something on automatic mode," I said as I held a glass with a very mysterious milky green content.
"I'm sorry?"
"Yes, it's a kind of situation that happens when your unconscious mind is speaking freely."
"Ah, I see...well, I can introduce to other engaging activities."
"Such as?"
"Talking to real life people like myself, of course."
"I'm sorry and who might you be?"
"I'm Debbie, Droogie's cousin? I actually went to your show last year and told her about you, I guess you can call it some kind of accidental matchmaker."
"Do you always do that for her?"
"Oh no! Don't get me wrong, it's just that we're so used to be around you know, artsy people, that's all."
"Artsy people, how come you're not dating some random rockstar?"
"Oh, we can do that any day of the week! But seriously, we' re just like, you know, talent scouts."
"You want me so badly to join your sinister group?"
"Well, it's not that we're forcing you or anything like that," said this wide eyed girl.
"I know, but you seem very inviting that it looks like an offer I can't refuse. By the way, you are aware that I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, that's not a problem but she's gotta understand that your life is never gonna be like, like..."
"Predictable and boring just like everybody else's?"
"Well, yes, but, if you don't mind me asking this, what is she doing in your life?"
Suddenly there came a flashback, about three years ago when I just started dating Edith. I brought her over to my place and we discussed this over dinner.
"I don't deserve to be around you, I'm sorry." I said.
"Why are you saying that? You're acting as if you had very low self-esteem." said she.
"No, it's not that, I'm being totally open and sincere."
"Actually the way I see it is that you're judging yourself very heavily, how did you ever come to this conclusion?"
I gave a deep, deep sigh and hoped that she'd dumped me as fast as she could, but then, "I was texted recently, and..."
"And..."
"It's an old wound that hasn't closed yet. An ex."
"And..."
"It's not a girl."
"Oh...oh..."
"Don't hate me, but it was just a phase..."
"And when were you gonna tell me this?"
"This is the part that I hate the most when I'm around girls like you."
"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You're so much more different and I feel safe around you, really safe, but keeping him out of my life is not gonna be that simple. I want you for all the right reasons."
"I don't hate you, Adrian, an ex is an ex, it's just a little awkward that you jumped from one type of relationship to another like a 360 degree spin or something. I would just ask you one thing though, why me?"
"Because I feel things with you that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I've been living in neglect, self destroying and emotionally crashing all the goddamn time. But then you came along it was like a blessing and I appreciate little things like those. You're the best thing that has happened to me so far. And to show you I'm really serious I'd be willing to make you a portrait."
"And how does that change anything?"
"Because everyone who knows my work knows that I don't normally do it because I'm too superstitious."
"Well, if you did that I'd be flattered but you sure have a weird way of showing that you really care about me."
"And did you paint her portrait?" said Debbie staring at me as if she was glued to my conversation. We went upstairs to the handsomely decorated rooftop.
"No, I didn't; she stopped talking to me for weeks, I guess the thing that scared her off was the fact that I was bi."
"That's reasonable, but I think that makes you super extra special, or sexy, even..."
"So what made her come back to you?"
"Oh...that's a story for another day. I just wanna forget tonight."
"Al-right!" cried Debbie as she reached out to hug me like I was some sort of paternal figure, how old was she anyway?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
NIGHT OF THE SPECTRES (continued).
"It's happening again, like in my vision, although everything has been translated into a very odd manner." I think that´s what I said.
"What are you talking about?" said Edith.
"Remember that night I spent here all by myself before we moved in? I think I'm getting the same experience right now because I was feeling melancholic and low, nothing thrilled me."
"On your birthday? Come on! Why do you keep picturing things just black and white?"
"It didn't use to be like this all the time, in fact I got over it, I haven´t felt this way since I was...like, eleven years old. Please remember this before I lose it again. He´s back..."
"Who´s back?, Adrian...Adrian..."
Suddenly her voice seemed so far away...she faded out, and yet I was right beside her...the room spun and I felt as my heart wanted to escape out of my chest so badly...
"Oh...it´s you again, " I said in a snobbish tone to that pathetic yet sweet girl named Edith. Yes, her beloved Adrian couldn´t take all this excitement.
"Honey, what´s going on? You´re acting as if you don´t know me, are you high?"
How cute! I laughed back and hugged her in a friendlier manner, "I never needed to be, this comes naturally. Now I´m going to tell you a little secret; Adrian is not here, it´s only me, The White Rabbit."
Interesting, I could feel her heart pounding, I could her a slight laughter coming out of her tiny body, "That´s not funny...could you please stop doing this before we start hurting each other?"
"Oh, wouldn´t you like that...but not now. So let´s make a deal, since I already have the pleasure of being in this gorgeous hell of a body I don´t see any harm in having fun with it for the rest of the night...after all, this has just begun."
"...I´m outta here, don´t you dare talk to me." She disappeared in the middle of this dark forest and as Edith said goodbye I said HELL-O to the spectres of the night.
(continued).
"What are you talking about?" said Edith.
"Remember that night I spent here all by myself before we moved in? I think I'm getting the same experience right now because I was feeling melancholic and low, nothing thrilled me."
"On your birthday? Come on! Why do you keep picturing things just black and white?"
"It didn't use to be like this all the time, in fact I got over it, I haven´t felt this way since I was...like, eleven years old. Please remember this before I lose it again. He´s back..."
"Who´s back?, Adrian...Adrian..."
Suddenly her voice seemed so far away...she faded out, and yet I was right beside her...the room spun and I felt as my heart wanted to escape out of my chest so badly...
"Oh...it´s you again, " I said in a snobbish tone to that pathetic yet sweet girl named Edith. Yes, her beloved Adrian couldn´t take all this excitement.
"Honey, what´s going on? You´re acting as if you don´t know me, are you high?"
How cute! I laughed back and hugged her in a friendlier manner, "I never needed to be, this comes naturally. Now I´m going to tell you a little secret; Adrian is not here, it´s only me, The White Rabbit."
Interesting, I could feel her heart pounding, I could her a slight laughter coming out of her tiny body, "That´s not funny...could you please stop doing this before we start hurting each other?"
"Oh, wouldn´t you like that...but not now. So let´s make a deal, since I already have the pleasure of being in this gorgeous hell of a body I don´t see any harm in having fun with it for the rest of the night...after all, this has just begun."
"...I´m outta here, don´t you dare talk to me." She disappeared in the middle of this dark forest and as Edith said goodbye I said HELL-O to the spectres of the night.
(continued).
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
NIGHT OF THE SPECTRES (continued).
" Don't pretend that I don't exist..."
I remembered who that was alright; apparently Charlie followed me here and I followed him back very discreetly, after all he still couldn't get over that incredible encounter last Christmas Eve. Apparently his did have his own little story to tell and especially because he so happened to be travelling with Droogie with his band called Ill Fated Sunday. Yeah, well, not my kind of crowd but this world sure is big and pretty. And it appears that tonight I was about to get lucky again.
"Let me guess, I know you from somewhere , I'm sure I know because I never forget a face, but the name..."
"Well then allow me to refresh your memory..."
It was so darn simple to get his attention that it was almost too good to be true but at the same time he was looking forward to subdue me with his ...after all, today was my birthday. He later rested his head upon my chest and laughed cynically, "Now we're even, but I hope you got the message because I know very well you can read between the lines..."
I fell slightly surprised at that last comment, "Come again?"
"Don't you get it? I'm falling for you."
"That seems so damn rehearsed and by the way you're right," and I got the message alright, "this is not about you and me, it sounds more like your mistress and I."
Now he laughed again but trying to be as discreet as possible, "See, that's why I like you even more, she's practically your biggest fan..." and then he whispered, "...and she'll do anything that's within her power to have to get you."
"Well! That certainly seems to be a little bit over the top, don't you think?"
"Ha...Droogie always gets what she wants."
"I have to admit I'm quite flattered but then why is she using you?"
"Because she knows damn well what you like; you may consider me as an extra gift."
"So, wait a minute, you're like some kind of bait, like a mouse for me to devour?"
"DRINK ME, Adrian, I'm not poisonous."
"Since you put it that way you could have always offered me some fine wine, but..." he kissed me again feeling extremely confident and for a while he managed to make me lose consciousness, I could hear some mesmerizing song in the back:
And then I felt something that occurs only when I'm around Edith, that tingling burning feeling inside, "OK, listen, I think I can handle this with her when the time is ready, but in the meantime it's strictly business."
"Who said it wasn't Adrian? you're practically IN the business."
I saw Edith coming, so I knew I had to come up with some clever excuse to avoid making a scene.
"There you are, you thought you were too good to get away from me," she said.
"Well, hiding is a skill I've been working very hard on lately, like any rabbit would, oh , by the way you might remember Charlie Wood, don't you? From last year?"
"I bet that's not you real name..." she commented while she shook his hand with indifference.
"So, who cares, I have many names, but you can still call me Charlie if you want."
"Charming, simply charming, now I'll steal the birthday boy for a while."
She pressed my hand tightly as we went into another room, and there she conveniently kissed me wrapping her arms around my neck. And I...I...simply ran out of words...
Damn, I wanted her so badly right now, so I corresponded being more effusive and I got inspired with the power of the darkness surrounding our bodies. Still, she figured out I was being very unstable and especially vulnerable with her touch.
"What's wrong, you're not having fun?"
"I am, but, but, I think you don't deserve me."
She shook her head slightly feeling confused, "Wha, for the thing back there? Because if you invited him I'm gonna be very disappointed."
I actually did, but then it wasn't me, it was my other self but I didn't feel prepared to tell her that yet. "I swear I didn't."
"Then why were you talking to him?"
"Was I? I can hardly remember, my memory is sort of blurry right now."
" Oh, how convenient..."
"Listen, stay with me for the rest of the night...I think I´m losing myself." I held her tightly but I could notice her hand grasped my chest like a needy kitten and then she answered, "That´s what I kept asking from you the start, but you seem very agitated, you heart seems to be pounding like crazy, is it me or are you feeling alright?"
"I don´t know, but whatever happens don´t let me go..."
"Easy, there, it´s alright...it´s alright..."
I knew I was slipping away.
(continued)...
I remembered who that was alright; apparently Charlie followed me here and I followed him back very discreetly, after all he still couldn't get over that incredible encounter last Christmas Eve. Apparently his did have his own little story to tell and especially because he so happened to be travelling with Droogie with his band called Ill Fated Sunday. Yeah, well, not my kind of crowd but this world sure is big and pretty. And it appears that tonight I was about to get lucky again.
"Let me guess, I know you from somewhere , I'm sure I know because I never forget a face, but the name..."
"Well then allow me to refresh your memory..."
It was so darn simple to get his attention that it was almost too good to be true but at the same time he was looking forward to subdue me with his ...after all, today was my birthday. He later rested his head upon my chest and laughed cynically, "Now we're even, but I hope you got the message because I know very well you can read between the lines..."
I fell slightly surprised at that last comment, "Come again?"
"Don't you get it? I'm falling for you."
"That seems so damn rehearsed and by the way you're right," and I got the message alright, "this is not about you and me, it sounds more like your mistress and I."
Now he laughed again but trying to be as discreet as possible, "See, that's why I like you even more, she's practically your biggest fan..." and then he whispered, "...and she'll do anything that's within her power to have to get you."
"Well! That certainly seems to be a little bit over the top, don't you think?"
"Ha...Droogie always gets what she wants."
"I have to admit I'm quite flattered but then why is she using you?"
"Because she knows damn well what you like; you may consider me as an extra gift."
"So, wait a minute, you're like some kind of bait, like a mouse for me to devour?"
"DRINK ME, Adrian, I'm not poisonous."
"Since you put it that way you could have always offered me some fine wine, but..." he kissed me again feeling extremely confident and for a while he managed to make me lose consciousness, I could hear some mesmerizing song in the back:
The wheel of fortune stops at 6 o'clock
So what am I to do until midnight?
An hourglass may grab my attention
But I am in the need of reflection...
And then I felt something that occurs only when I'm around Edith, that tingling burning feeling inside, "OK, listen, I think I can handle this with her when the time is ready, but in the meantime it's strictly business."
"Who said it wasn't Adrian? you're practically IN the business."
I saw Edith coming, so I knew I had to come up with some clever excuse to avoid making a scene.
"There you are, you thought you were too good to get away from me," she said.
"Well, hiding is a skill I've been working very hard on lately, like any rabbit would, oh , by the way you might remember Charlie Wood, don't you? From last year?"
"I bet that's not you real name..." she commented while she shook his hand with indifference.
"So, who cares, I have many names, but you can still call me Charlie if you want."
"Charming, simply charming, now I'll steal the birthday boy for a while."
She pressed my hand tightly as we went into another room, and there she conveniently kissed me wrapping her arms around my neck. And I...I...simply ran out of words...
Damn, I wanted her so badly right now, so I corresponded being more effusive and I got inspired with the power of the darkness surrounding our bodies. Still, she figured out I was being very unstable and especially vulnerable with her touch.
"What's wrong, you're not having fun?"
"I am, but, but, I think you don't deserve me."
She shook her head slightly feeling confused, "Wha, for the thing back there? Because if you invited him I'm gonna be very disappointed."
I actually did, but then it wasn't me, it was my other self but I didn't feel prepared to tell her that yet. "I swear I didn't."
"Then why were you talking to him?"
"Was I? I can hardly remember, my memory is sort of blurry right now."
" Oh, how convenient..."
"Listen, stay with me for the rest of the night...I think I´m losing myself." I held her tightly but I could notice her hand grasped my chest like a needy kitten and then she answered, "That´s what I kept asking from you the start, but you seem very agitated, you heart seems to be pounding like crazy, is it me or are you feeling alright?"
"I don´t know, but whatever happens don´t let me go..."
"Easy, there, it´s alright...it´s alright..."
I knew I was slipping away.
(continued)...
Sunday, February 13, 2011
NIGHT OF THE SPECTRES (continued):
Oh, God, I almost forgot what I was going to see when I was face to face with Droogie, not that her beauty impressed me that much, in fact she owes me, I mean, Adrian a lot. When it was my turn to speak I politely thanked everyone for coming, even though half of the people in the room were total strangers to me, almost like spectres, the shadows of those who only saw half of the artist I was while the better half, which is me and only me was ready to cause more mischief.
"Welcome, welcome, friends and lovers, I thank you deeply for joining me in this celebration of my rebirth, for tonight is the perfect moment to announce the beginning of a dazzling future, you can expect great things to come in the coming months, things you have never even dreamed of, because I took the time of dreaming them for you and it SO happens that they are translated in the form of paintings for your entertainment, or for your redemption...somewhere along the way you´ll have to ask yourself, am I an instrument for your salvation...or..."
Oh no, I saw Adrian among the crowd looking absolutely pathetic like a helpless creature who was running away from his enemies. Suddenly everything I saw became distorted, like a damaged VCR tape; he was trying to get back into his body but now you fool, not now!
" Or an instrument for massive consumption? So it´s up to you, but by the way I see it Ms. Droogie has already made her decision..."
"That´s, that´s very deep, Adrian, I´m liking you already, very mysterious," answered she.
"Yep, I´m full of tricks, alright. I have seen the future and I can see some of you in it while the rest will probably just walk away like this was some kind of ephemeral trend."
Suddenly the guests grew silent and turned their heads.
"Hence, art is no trend, beware if you turn into such or literally I shall have your heads cut off...just joking, enjoy the rest of this sinister evening."
A young man dressed in black resembling a decadent goth the 80s lifted his arm as a strange sign of gratitude and yelled, "Hell, yeah!" I guess that was somewhat flattering but I could care less about his soul, in fact I already had my eyes set on someone, I just needed to be subtle enough so Edith wouldn´t become suspicious the following day, I was desperate but I wasn´t going to be that obvious.
Friday, February 11, 2011
NIGHT OF THE SPECTRES
How splendid was it that I had arrived in the middle of a party, unfortunately it was meant for someone else, that Adrian, I believe. He was a little bit indisposed so I decided to fill in for the night, he wouldn't have lasted fifteen minutes anyway. What a whining little bitch he´s turned out to be.
But, boy did that Edith follow me around; oh yes, I forget she's the girlfriend. Quite frankly I still don't understand how come he prefers this simple, sober girl; I believe he used to date more tempestuous types of women such as that Lisa Summers for example. Good thing I don't like girls, they´re so darn complicated.
The highlight of it all was a rather fancy, extravagant woman who went by the name Droogie. I think I have seen her before, yes...how does she get excited at my sinister drawings, why, practically she has been extracting all her recent ideas from there, especially the Rabbit Monster. She acted like she wanted to surprise Adrian yet he ignored that I already knew this ages ago, so I faked as much excitement as I could.
Her whole idea was to simulate some sort of living canvas, this occurred roughly around 11:11 PM. Droogie´s sexy, partied out voice was heard like a spectre,
"This night is for you, Adrian, baby, you have thrilled us all now I returned you a little bit of that magic you´ve infected me with, so what better way to give you a gift, a song...THE SONG.
For some goddamn reason it reminded very much of the sound of Gary Glitter, yeah, I think she has the same musical taste as Adrian. While this glammed up, soon to be a number one hit was playing a tall guy with rabbit ears walked behind the screen creeping like some monster while Droogie I believe was there with him performing some very suggestive shadow play.
Afterwards, the screen went up and slowly revealed the girl wearing a sort of vinyl leotard like a catwoman with a handsome hood and some very thick shades and stilettos. The tall fellow was dressed in black with a sort of goth chic look, complete with eyeliner...my, my! I was surprised, not.
However, what I did predict was that her rabbit henchmen grabbed me by the arms and took me to the stage, apparently we were going to play a little game, how delightful, believe it was going to get much better. I just smiled with such confidence because whatever happened next was to scare the living Jesus out of everybody...
(continued).
"This night is for you, Adrian, baby, you have thrilled us all now I returned you a little bit of that magic you´ve infected me with, so what better way to give you a gift, a song...THE SONG.
So there he goes again, pulling out his moves,
thinks he´s control, thinks he´s really got me now...
I wanna catch his groove, help me I´m alone,
I think he´s gonna show me how.
I tried to kiss himI thought he was a gonner,he was SO freaking hot, hot, hot, hotgo easy on the eyeliner!I wanna feel you next to me,go easy on the eyeliner,it´s driving so cra-z-y, so crazy, so crazySO CRAZY!
For some goddamn reason it reminded very much of the sound of Gary Glitter, yeah, I think she has the same musical taste as Adrian. While this glammed up, soon to be a number one hit was playing a tall guy with rabbit ears walked behind the screen creeping like some monster while Droogie I believe was there with him performing some very suggestive shadow play.
Afterwards, the screen went up and slowly revealed the girl wearing a sort of vinyl leotard like a catwoman with a handsome hood and some very thick shades and stilettos. The tall fellow was dressed in black with a sort of goth chic look, complete with eyeliner...my, my! I was surprised, not.
However, what I did predict was that her rabbit henchmen grabbed me by the arms and took me to the stage, apparently we were going to play a little game, how delightful, believe it was going to get much better. I just smiled with such confidence because whatever happened next was to scare the living Jesus out of everybody...
(continued).
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
UNBIRTHDAY (continued).
Elementary school, must have been around six. The first leaves began to fall.I carried a red hardback book that I brought from home. I was desperate and lonely that I needed a place to read quietly.
I went into the library and it looked incredibly pleasant, fancy and spacious, not quite a place for children my age. The few people I saw sat in round tables covered with exquisite cloths and drank tea.
As I approached them I could notice that they were incredibly busy and focused. I asked politely, "Can I sit here?"
"I´m sorry, but we´re studying for a test."
I found a corner to sit it, not the most comfortable of all. I opened up the book and marked it on the page with the John Tenniel illustration where the White Rabbit is seen from the back running away from an enlarged Alice...
The text below said,
The illustration of The White Rabbit came to life and literally leaped out of the pages!
I decided to follow him, but, but...not again...
The party had just begun...
"Ah, there you are! You´re so late, Adrian, " said a pretty girl who went by the name Edith. I turned around and said, "I´m awfully sorry, what did you say?"
"I said you´re late!"
"No, the other thing, you called me Adrian."
The girl laughed looking a bit concerned, "well, that´s your name, isn´t it? "
"Right..." I gave a long pause and smiled excited. "I see. Well, I better not keep my public waiting..."
I went into the library and it looked incredibly pleasant, fancy and spacious, not quite a place for children my age. The few people I saw sat in round tables covered with exquisite cloths and drank tea.
As I approached them I could notice that they were incredibly busy and focused. I asked politely, "Can I sit here?"
"I´m sorry, but we´re studying for a test."
I found a corner to sit it, not the most comfortable of all. I opened up the book and marked it on the page with the John Tenniel illustration where the White Rabbit is seen from the back running away from an enlarged Alice...
The text below said,
"I´ve changed in the night? Let me think, was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I´m not the same, the next question is, who in the world am I? Ah, that´s the great puzzle!"
The illustration of The White Rabbit came to life and literally leaped out of the pages!
I decided to follow him, but, but...not again...
The party had just begun...
"Ah, there you are! You´re so late, Adrian, " said a pretty girl who went by the name Edith. I turned around and said, "I´m awfully sorry, what did you say?"
"I said you´re late!"
"No, the other thing, you called me Adrian."
The girl laughed looking a bit concerned, "well, that´s your name, isn´t it? "
"Right..." I gave a long pause and smiled excited. "I see. Well, I better not keep my public waiting..."
Monday, February 7, 2011
UNBIRTHDAY (continued):
9 PM
"Sleep tight, little boy, I'll take it from here. You've done well but now the time has come for this bold rabbit to come out and play. I have some awfully good tricks to make this an unforgettable night."
I tilted my head and found myself in my bed. My body felt stiff and sore. How horrible it was to see myself smiling cynically back at me. It had my same tatoo but it was completely white. My personality split in two perfect halves. What now?
The imposter threw himself over me as he was attempting to subdue me. He grabbed both of my arms with such an amazing strength, somehow I felt weaker and even more helpless like a child.
"I have a feeling I´ve seen you before, it must have been in a dream."
"Oh, you´re so right! Then you must also remember this..."
God no...I felt aroused but disgusted at the same time as his lips touched mine.
"Shut your eyes. Today is your unbirthday..."
"What do you want?"
"What everybody else wants...to have some fun, it´s so simple."
I managed to release my right arm and attempted to hit him hard but instead he stopped me, my vision grew distorted and blurry, like a damaged VHS tape. I was caught in a nightmare, but why the Hell did it feel so real?...
9 PM
"Sleep tight, little boy, I'll take it from here. You've done well but now the time has come for this bold rabbit to come out and play. I have some awfully good tricks to make this an unforgettable night."
I tilted my head and found myself in my bed. My body felt stiff and sore. How horrible it was to see myself smiling cynically back at me. It had my same tatoo but it was completely white. My personality split in two perfect halves. What now?
The imposter threw himself over me as he was attempting to subdue me. He grabbed both of my arms with such an amazing strength, somehow I felt weaker and even more helpless like a child.
"I have a feeling I´ve seen you before, it must have been in a dream."
"Oh, you´re so right! Then you must also remember this..."
God no...I felt aroused but disgusted at the same time as his lips touched mine.
"Shut your eyes. Today is your unbirthday..."
"What do you want?"
"What everybody else wants...to have some fun, it´s so simple."
I managed to release my right arm and attempted to hit him hard but instead he stopped me, my vision grew distorted and blurry, like a damaged VHS tape. I was caught in a nightmare, but why the Hell did it feel so real?...
(continued).
Saturday, February 5, 2011
UNBIRTHDAY (continued):
8 PM.
As the night slowly unfolded an incredibly stinging pain invaded my left side. I looked at the white patch on my tattoo and it was growing even more, extending like a black hole, how much did this moment remind me of the time I was first inked as if somehow a presence beyond my control was very dipleased with how I looked. My body was being vandalized.
I was in my room getting ready for the big party; I had to go through with it but practically I seemed to be doing all the work making sure that every single detail was taken care of. Ever since I moved to Chelsea I felt as I was being yanked out of somewhere or like I´d lost a limb. Yet, there was nothing wrong with coming here, the other house was haunted, not this one.
I walked towards the mirror to examine myself to see if my face didn´t look pale or wasted. Everything seemed to be in place, so why the Hell was I feeling so damn uneasy? Ow...
I lowered my head and quickly placed my hands over my aching side. My vision was blurry and felt unsteady like nauseated.
Why was that music playing in the background? Oh, I remember it very well. It scared the Hell out of me when I was a teen, Antichrist Svperstar...Lisa used to worship that shit, makes perfect sense since now it felt horribly annoying.
A horrid vision came; I saw myself with a siamese twin, a figure in black like an executioner cutting through our spine. I looked hideous, by the way, all gray and decaying. The other half didn't seem so sad, in fact I couldn't make him out but I heard a ghastly laugh, a feeling of excitement and joy while I on the other hand was going through a great deal of pain.
I managed to get to the bathroom to reach for the medicine cabinet to see if I could grab something strong to help me make it through the rest of the evening, a muscle relaxant maybe, but mostly I needed some strength, infinite strength...
8 PM.
As the night slowly unfolded an incredibly stinging pain invaded my left side. I looked at the white patch on my tattoo and it was growing even more, extending like a black hole, how much did this moment remind me of the time I was first inked as if somehow a presence beyond my control was very dipleased with how I looked. My body was being vandalized.
I was in my room getting ready for the big party; I had to go through with it but practically I seemed to be doing all the work making sure that every single detail was taken care of. Ever since I moved to Chelsea I felt as I was being yanked out of somewhere or like I´d lost a limb. Yet, there was nothing wrong with coming here, the other house was haunted, not this one.
I walked towards the mirror to examine myself to see if my face didn´t look pale or wasted. Everything seemed to be in place, so why the Hell was I feeling so damn uneasy? Ow...
I lowered my head and quickly placed my hands over my aching side. My vision was blurry and felt unsteady like nauseated.
I hate what I was becoming, something's growing inside me, like a transformation that has almost been completed, how sad that this will be the longest night, a never ending dream...
I know I'm slipping away, I´m know I´m slipping away...
Why was that music playing in the background? Oh, I remember it very well. It scared the Hell out of me when I was a teen, Antichrist Svperstar...Lisa used to worship that shit, makes perfect sense since now it felt horribly annoying.
A horrid vision came; I saw myself with a siamese twin, a figure in black like an executioner cutting through our spine. I looked hideous, by the way, all gray and decaying. The other half didn't seem so sad, in fact I couldn't make him out but I heard a ghastly laugh, a feeling of excitement and joy while I on the other hand was going through a great deal of pain.
I managed to get to the bathroom to reach for the medicine cabinet to see if I could grab something strong to help me make it through the rest of the evening, a muscle relaxant maybe, but mostly I needed some strength, infinite strength...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
UNBIRTHDAY (continued):
5 PM.
"I seriously have a bad feeling about this day," said I, or what was left of me.
"Why, because of this crazy weather? Don´t worry about that, honey, things will work out just fine." Edith grabbed me by the waist but somehow it didn´t feel that great. I was sort of woozy and tired, but I couldn´t say no to anyone, not now.
"Are you alright?"
I threw my hands over my face, "You know, I think I need at least to nap for about an hour if you know, afterall I´ve been up since seven."
Edith fell silent for a while, but then she continued like nothing at all, "Ok, fine, go ahead."
I plummeted on the couch, the feeling grew worse, it was mostly located in my innards. I refused to be sick, just tired, deeply tired. I was also losing track of time, the nasty weather always does that...
(continued)...
5 PM.
"I seriously have a bad feeling about this day," said I, or what was left of me.
"Why, because of this crazy weather? Don´t worry about that, honey, things will work out just fine." Edith grabbed me by the waist but somehow it didn´t feel that great. I was sort of woozy and tired, but I couldn´t say no to anyone, not now.
"Are you alright?"
I threw my hands over my face, "You know, I think I need at least to nap for about an hour if you know, afterall I´ve been up since seven."
Edith fell silent for a while, but then she continued like nothing at all, "Ok, fine, go ahead."
I plummeted on the couch, the feeling grew worse, it was mostly located in my innards. I refused to be sick, just tired, deeply tired. I was also losing track of time, the nasty weather always does that...
(continued)...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
UNBIRTHDAY (continued):
4 PM.
There was a quite unusual throbbing pain in my side that had been bugging me all afternoon. It was no joke that it was changing color, Edith wasn´t aware of that yet and she´s always all over me.
For a brief moment I stared at the antique oval mirror I´d brought from my old home and now placed it in my new studio. For a while it seemed like it was looking and smiling back at me with a quite sinister grin. I came a bit closer to it to make sure it wasn´t my damn imagination acting up again.
ADRIAN...
Aghhh...
"They already brought the drapes you wanted," that was the voice of my new assistant, Damien. He was way younger than I was, like barely twenty. He was cool, surprisingly vivid. Super skinny with a sort of polished and upgraded emo style. I hated that look but what the Hell.
"Oh, sorry, did I scare you or something?"
"Hell no, in fact I scare myself all the time. Actually right now you acted like my shadow."
"Is it true that you´re friends with Droogie?"
That had to be the fiftieth time I heard that comment.
"Yes, I am. She made me do naughty things last year."
"Oh, wow! Because they say these things all over the web you know and I guess they´re not pretty if you know what I mean."
"Since when do I actually give a damn about the comments? That´s part of the image, it´s like all of a sudden I´m some hip movie star or rockstar because I certainly don´t intend to be. It´s business, we collaborate, just like you´re collaborating with me."
"Fame will drive you mad, don´t forget that."
Now what kind of a random comment was that? So much to do...
4 PM.
There was a quite unusual throbbing pain in my side that had been bugging me all afternoon. It was no joke that it was changing color, Edith wasn´t aware of that yet and she´s always all over me.
For a brief moment I stared at the antique oval mirror I´d brought from my old home and now placed it in my new studio. For a while it seemed like it was looking and smiling back at me with a quite sinister grin. I came a bit closer to it to make sure it wasn´t my damn imagination acting up again.
ADRIAN...
Aghhh...
"They already brought the drapes you wanted," that was the voice of my new assistant, Damien. He was way younger than I was, like barely twenty. He was cool, surprisingly vivid. Super skinny with a sort of polished and upgraded emo style. I hated that look but what the Hell.
"Oh, sorry, did I scare you or something?"
"Hell no, in fact I scare myself all the time. Actually right now you acted like my shadow."
"Is it true that you´re friends with Droogie?"
That had to be the fiftieth time I heard that comment.
"Yes, I am. She made me do naughty things last year."
"Oh, wow! Because they say these things all over the web you know and I guess they´re not pretty if you know what I mean."
"Since when do I actually give a damn about the comments? That´s part of the image, it´s like all of a sudden I´m some hip movie star or rockstar because I certainly don´t intend to be. It´s business, we collaborate, just like you´re collaborating with me."
"Fame will drive you mad, don´t forget that."
Now what kind of a random comment was that? So much to do...
(continued)...
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