The Studios

We have not spoken for a while. Our time is short and I’ve been hiding. If they find me the drip is sure to come back and poison my throat. A harsh taste of euphoria waltzing up the spiral staircase of my nostrils, trickling down my sinuses in a dance of devious seduction. A smooth cigarette is the only way to avoid the illusive hands of a chemical habit. The purity of life has been destroyed, reducing me to join the armed forces. Standing single file in a row of droids. Everyone programmed to complete the same task, global annihilation. This is the place of me! Maybe one day I’ll make the rank of Colonel. Traipsing around in khaki suits with large ribbons strung across my arm. Saluting superior officers and commanding the lower ranking clones. I’ll receive badges and honorary medals for killing and torturing men – no different from myself. With no reason other than to hear them cry for mercy, and then look at their faces when they realize “mercy” wasn’t in the training.
A passing group of birds scream obscenities at me about the truth of love and a ground covered in fetuses. This is a sight to end reality. Unborn birds trying to escape their protective shell before they fully develop the skills of flight. Did they want to leave or were they forced out by the crow ridiculing them from his emblematic poise? Wings speak across splinters of wood arranged in religiously symbolic manner. Electricity buzzing above my head, driving my thoughts in circles, constantly reminding me of our dependencies.
A large reptilian shaped creature, living in ice, walks over to a burning man. Water begins to form around the edges of the beast and odors permeate his being. As a waterfall begins to grace his entity a new life is given birth. The soft fur of an aquatic mammal emerges from the captivity. How could the white gloves of the zoo’s caretaker have overlooked this?
A polymer jungle rests quietly beside me. A life all in itself. The dark caverns concealed beneath the foliage suggests what I am trying to understand – It isn’t having much luck.

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