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It wasn't the first official time I ever sang in front of a small audience, Edith and I used to do karaoke for a while after we started dating; she is the one with the lovely angelic voice anyway. Doing it now all by myself somehow felt as if I was being treated like an object, a Pandora's box, a caged nightingale..no let's not go too far. 


What I thought was a bit over the top and for sure will get me in deep trouble once they post them was a series of candid shots with yours truly and Droogie. She felt this sort of schoolgirl crush for me so she couldn't resist. They were taken just in front of my two devilish creations Rabbit Monster and the overrated Easy On The Eyeliner. The video for the song with the same title was taken in that very same apartment all in black and white. Well, actually black and white is rarely done nowadays, it's grayscale but it still doesn't achieve the same dramatic effect in the contrast. In the end it looked chic, Madonna chic, as Stefan called it. 


It's not really that outrageous for painters to hang out with rockstars and getting away with it, in fact Mr. Warhol was one of those few who made this business multi disciplinary, I may be thinking of doing short films and spreading them all over the web like a major disease, you had to do something, right?


"I'm dying to confess you something , Adrian," said Droogie feeling a little bit partied out, but judging by the way she pranced around it must have been around 3 AM. I even had to hold her every now and then...now it truly felt like that Halloween night with Chloë.


"Don't think we're using you to get advantage of you or anything s-similar," she slurred, "I mean, you've already brought us luck, my single is climbing the charts all the way and it will make me even more famous than I am now, so I can't thank you enough, but..."


"But..." I continued in a very proper manner.


"The whole thing about Charlie that night...it was Stefan's idea. He is actually the one who's after you."


"Hee..."I sighed deeply. "Girl, I knew that, he's always had the hots for me. I think it's fucking stupid for him not to have the you know what to come and say it to my face."


"Please, d-don't get mad at him, after all, you did get a freebie, didn't you?  Besides, I don't want this to ruin or beautiful alliance, just keep your distance."


"So that's it? It's a friendship between you and me, that's it?"


"Of course!!! What, did you think I was after you? Look sweetie, I know you might have this impression that I'm some sort of pervert, man eater..."


"What about the thing on Christmas Eve, was that his idea as well?"


"Y-yes..."


"Goddamn it, girl, didn't you realize for one moment this almost ruined my relationship?" I said.


"Oh, c'mon, you enjoyed it, I was doing you a favor so you can feel more confident to come out."


"I already came out years ago! That wasn't necessary. You think you know me well, but you have no idea..."


"Do you love her?" she said all of a sudden. 


"What?! What kind of a question is that?" Of course she was referring to Edith.


"That's right, sweet thing," That was definitely the voice of Stefan who came out of nowhere only to make me feel even more uncomfortable. "After all, she's not like us, she's way too average for you." 


"What?!"


"Answer the question, she interferes with your plans..." he said.


She inteferes...


Those words echoed in my head all the way down to one of my many encounters with the little dead girl...


"You guys don't have the right to decide for me, especially when it's about Edith. I choose what's best for me."


"Oh, for crying out loud, Adrian! You're practically caught up between two worlds, so what's it going to be?"


"You, you can't...my head."


"Oh Dear God, not again," said Stefan, I think.


"You should know better than that! After all he's find for us at least we should make ourselves useful. Come on, help him up..." said Droogie, I think.


After that, I remember so little, probably Mark and Damien making small talk taking me home. What I do recall however was this noise in the background.

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WHITE RABBIT´S INVOCATION:


When the paw hits the water sparks to fly,
When the paw hits the ground thunder rumbles
When the paw hits the wind he can walk in the skies.
When the paw hits the fire there´s red in his eyes,


out comes the rabbit...

"Oh, there you are, dearest Adrian! You decided to come, won´t you join we´re watching a little film starring me and a few of my naughty friends." This time she wore a golden corset and thigh high boots and fishnets, and she was still feeling like the goddess of the night.

It so happened that my little Droogie had carefully crafted a short fake snuff film where a cute, sort of cheerleader girl and her go on a road trip, however they are totally unaware that a psychotic man with a rabbit´s head kidnaps them and throws them in the back of the car. Curiously, Droogie was wearing green track suit with her name printed on the back, and with zero make up, which made her look trashier. She was intending to include with her new album; and I thought I was deranged.

"So, what do you think about it?"

"It's a one way ticket to extreme controversy, but why would you need my approval, that's up to your record company."

"Oh," she giggled. " Don't you worry about that insignificant detail, we already have that figured out. So, we haven't talked too much ever since your own birthday."

"Yeah I'd rather call it unbirthday, it was anything but a pleasant experience."

"I'm way too sorry to hear about that..." she said in a softer tone trying to be more empathetic.

"Nah, it's OK, it's just that I wasn't in my mi five senses that night...I was actually in my six, so that's why it was more trippier."

"Ha, ha! I know what that feels like. Listen, about Charlie, you know, he knows I like to play, nothing serious, no hard feelings?"

Deep down I wanted to pretend that he wasn´t the cause of my misunderstanding with Edith, but I kinda was but on the other hand I didn´t want to spoil the moment so I proceeded with diplomacy.

"Absolutely...why not?" I smiled.

"Do you want to know what´s on my mind?" she asked.

"Whoa, no need to answer that judging from I what me and my friends just witnessed...then again little Damien here could be a bit sensitive and get seriously traumatized..."

"Is that right?" said she.

"No way!" cried Damien. "I think it´s highly artistic, very avant garde, in fact it reminded me of the early bondage work the legendary Bettie Page."

"See there, Adrian I think you underestimated him."

"By the way, awesome place you have here, lots of space," said Mark.

"Why, thank you! You´re welcome back anytime...except for you, Adrian, you´re a big meanie."

"OK..." I replied.

"I´m just fucking with you, come I´ll show you around."

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"An effective way to control a vampire is to avoid eye contact, since that is his major weapon. That explained why Edith talked to me with the lights out, " I said to Mark while we were on our way to Droogie´s place.

"I´m just trying to figure out how long will it take her until she loses it," he said.

"No, i´m not looking forward to that day because I know it can be any minute now, she´s doing on purpose and she´ll do it again, still can´t get over what I did at my own birthday."

"Ohhh, that´s heavy."

I decided to pull the same gimmick that I did on Halloween last year, to don my White Rabbit disguise because I was blindly following the little dead girl´s advice, to blur between fantasy and reality, aren´t I always doing that? A young careless boy playing with matches, that was exactly the same opinion some critics had about me.

However my disguise was slightly different from the design Droogie´s designer came up with; mine had longer, crooked ears and had some minor shiny appliques. Mark seemed puzzled and crossed his arms, "And just what exactly are you trying to prove with that, my friend? They´ll think you´re pissed because you came up with the idea first."

Then I said, "Yes,  technically I did, but do you believe in coincidences?"

"No, not really, but yes that artists keep stealing concepts from each other since the dawn of time. Ideas belong to no one."

"Are you familiar with the concept of synchronicity?" I continued.

"Oh, wasn´t that the title of The Police album?" guessed Mark.

"Close. You see,  it´s the experience of two or more events, that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, that are observed to occur together in a meaningful manner, it´s a Jungian concept, Edith taught me all about it. I know it happens very often but I want to find out why does it happen around me. I experienced it with Droogie, with Janie and with that mysterious Jewish girl Caroline. And I believe that the answer is right in front of me."


"You inspired them! Could we easily say you´re some kind of muse?" said Mark.


"But how could there be so many coincidences in such a short period of time, there has to be something like a mechanism..."


"At what time you said we were supposed to be there again?" asked Damien, who was doing all the driving, by the way.


" 11 o´clock; all hallows rise at eleven," I answered with a deep, eerie voice.


"Pfff, you guys are deeply messed up!" replied Damien.


"Oh, no shit! You didn´t see what this fucker here did for his initiation in his college days, see had to carry a rabbit´s head sort of like this one and walk around completely fucking naked..."


"That doesn´t seem so bad..." said my young assistant.


"Well not if you´re in front of a sorority holding a sign that said, " I WON´T PUT MY CLOTHES ON UNTIL YOU GUESS WHO I AM," I continued.


"So how long did it take them?"


"Not much, but there was some very heavy petting in the meantime..."

What was Droogie's birthday party was actually the afterparty, we would meet only after the concert.

Look at us, we're the kings and queens of the night, our ruling ends until we want is, so what gives if our day officially begins at noon? At least you'll have the Sun over your head. So here´s to a never ending night of madness!


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DANGEROUS DOLL PARTS.

A cavalcade of dreams came along a few minutes before I regained consciousness.


I find it incredibly curious how sometimes ordinary songs can mingle with whatever the Hell you're dreaming at the moment.

It happened one Sunday morning when I was about twelve, I believe and it was a very hot summer, one the longest I could recall. When one is incredibly lazy and thinks he has all the time in the world to spare sleeping is indeed a joyful experience.

But this one song woke me up little by little, She's Leaving Home

She (we gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for
so many years (bye bye)

and at the same time I was dreaming I was in a hospital bed.

It really made no sense at the time but I remember it dearly every time I listen to Sargeant Pepper.

This time, however the background music had a more somber tone.I saw myself in the mirror and was still in bed when Edith rose and grabbed me from behind and hugged as hard as she could and simply said,

"Now you´re the Black Rabbit."

I got up some minutes later and examined my left side where the tattoo was and this time it remained the same, it really didn´t shift or changed color like a few days ago. Hmm, it turns out to be that if I paid attention to Edith´s advice The White Rabbit would go away, the same way it happened that dreadful night.

Whatever, throughout the day I felt very relaxed; spent some quality time at the studio as I came up with new ideas for other paintings for Mr. Cohen´s twisted experiment, however Damien kept asking me if there was something wrong and not only him but other random people that came over. And I said, "No,  I´m OK, I guess you can call it tamed. Edith is talking to me again, that´s all, oh, but the things she´s making me do..."

"Such as?" asked Damien with a little naive voice.

"Well, you know, she accepts my um, controversial lifestyle, but...it´s the little things she can´t handle, actually she wants to have me analyzed, like in therapy."

"But that´s like assuming you´re insane, and takes all the excitement away from art, doesn´t it?"

"We´re all mad here indeed, it´s just that she wants to prove it, a part of her is highly skeptical," I continued.

"I see...well you can´t argue with that."

"Edith just wants to see me healthy in all the sense of the word but I can´t because that´s incredibly, incredibly boring. I make myself sick, it attracts people, it makes them want me even more."

"That´s heavy, I didn´t realize you were too self-destructive..."

I turned around and looked at Damien firmly, "Yeah, well don´t go too far or you´ll get incredibly hurt."

"Mmmmkay, I´ll put a hold on that, anyway, what do you suppose Freddie wants from you?"

"Power, incredible power beyond his wildest dreams. If this works it will be even better than any social network out there, to be more precise, the supernatural social network; literally connecting people with one another in their sleep."

"And you think you need to be examined!" cried Damien.

"Would you like to go to a real party this time?" I asked boldly. "I received an invitation for Droogie´s birthday..."

"REALLY? Well, I mean, is that possible?"

"Dude, didn´t you just get the message that anything is possible with me? I know Edith won´t go because it´s a school night but I can. However, I´m already some sort of celebrity around these parts and I don´t anymore scandals for at least another week or two."

"When did you say it was again?"

"Excellent, welcome to my dark side, feel free to take pictures..."

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