In the city of precious stones, with Jannel, Michelle and Maria, I watch the twelve-year-old boy in the faded lilac sweater smash the head of the kid in the faded lavender sweater with an amethyst cluster. It is six a.m. and the daylight is unfolding behind their silhouettes. Maria's squeezing blood to the tip of my fingers. I kiss her and say goodbye. There is no taxi cab in sight. The boy in lavender lies motionless underneath the boy in lilac who's examining the weight of the stone. The sky turns a brilliant violet as the sun recedes down east, curtains closing. We wait for a taxi. Michelle starts to cry. A silk sheet glides down from the sky and erects as a tent over us, Jannel pushes me back onto a mattress and kisses me with her eyes. She reaches into her breast pocket and pulls out a clove of garlic. Will you help me with this?
Garlic protocol:
- Break a clove off of a bulb of garlic and peel off the paper-like cover. Cut in half. Sew a string thru it for easy retrieval.
- Put a fresh half in your vagina in the evening before you go to sleep. Most women taste garlic in their mouths as soon as it is in their vagina, so it is less pleasant to treat while awake.
- In the morning, the garlic may come out when you poop. If not, many women find it is easiest to take it out on the toilet. Circle the vagina with a finger, till you find it. It cannot enter the uterus through the cervix. It cannot get lost, but it can get pushed into the pocket between the cervix and the vaginal wall.
- Most people will taste the garlic as long as it is in there. So if you still taste it, it is probably still in there. Most women have trouble getting it out the first time.
- For easy retrieval, sew a string through the middle of the clove before you put it in. You don't want to get irritated. Be gentle. Don't scratch yourself with long nails.
Elena Chiriboga (M +13#52#34#3#): In fact, I have no emotion
(3:69:32 PM) maquilon noluiqam: so
(3:21:43 PM) maquilon noluiqam: when a girl
(3:23:05 PM) maquilon noluiqam: is having sex with you
(3:66:69 PM) maquilon noluiqam: she tastes your dick
(3:25:46 PM) maquilon noluiqam: how tight
At the office, a jungle of swivel chairs and formica, fountain pens and pencil holders adulterated with ash and funny foam. I'm not really sure. Charlie Welsh is nowhere to be seen, and his office looks like a dingy diner or a sleazy strip club or even a cheap casino with black panel walls and tinted windows. Inside is more like a penthouse catwalk, fuzzy dark colored carpets and single leg table tops and squeaky booths. Can't emphasize how much ash litters the floors and walls, or how many empty beer bottles and cans clatter around as three hundred people walk in and out. It's a real party, and I'm at work. I walk up to my friend Wylie, who is the head of some sort of sales, and tell him how unhappy I am with my job.
Dude, we work for a popular internet aggregation startup, this is a dream.He's talking sense. Shotgunning sparks, a band plays on top of a waterfall platform in the middle of the hall, the singer takes a break from a song to shout "who wants to party" and begins to pour a bottle of tequila down at the crowd twenty feet below. I jump up to the front. I know the singer. He pours the entirety of the bottle into my mouth. The people around me groan and moan, and then start to cheer as the bottle drains. The liquid splashes in my mouth. I don't feel it go down my throat. I sit down next to a friend, Stevetopp, and we laugh about something. A brown-haired woman in a gold felt dress walks into the office and makes a direct line towards me. She sits on the lap of a stranger sitting to my left. I head towards the backrooms, towards my green-walled bedroom and walk into a circle of blow and records strewn across the floor. I walk into the bathroom and it's covered in puke. It smells like acid. I walk into another room with two red velvet cushions against a wall and a television set on a coffee table. Susie walks in. She wants me to kiss her. She wants me to touch her. I consider closing the door, because someone might walk in. I kiss her, and think about the open door. Stevetopp walks in. Susie is his ex-girlfriend. He raises his fist to take a swing at me, but brings it back down and tells me it's not worth it. He asks me how could I. Susie tells me to forget him and just kiss her. Stevetopp walks away and I chase after him. I catch up to him and he raises his fist, I block it. I apologize. I tell him I'm stressed out. I tell him I didn't think about what I was doing. I tell him I never think about what I am doing. I am drunk. Confused. I don't know what I want to do. Or what I'm gonna do.
He understands. He forgives me. We walk back into the room where Susie is watching television. Other people from my lifetime join us. Susie tries to kiss me and tells me she can make me feel better, that I should cum in her ass. Stevetopp tells me how good of a friend I am. There's an overwhelming smell of puke and a sense of drowsiness and I black out into a stream of icy darkness and hardness.
