Dead Puppy, Broken Men
add opening narration/exposition/explanation; scenario with Jared

Yesterday:

"I've felt alone my entire life. Please don't make me be alone when I'm with you," Shellie begged Jared.
"You're not alone. I love you," was Jared's reply.
"But you won't open up to me."
"It's just really hard. I've always been this way."
"But why?" Shellie desperately yearned for the answers she would never find. "You need to love yourself, or you will never truly love me. You won't be able to."
"I do love you."
"Maybe you just think you do. Saying 'I love you' doesn't make it true. You have to show me that you love me. I can't handle this much longer. Nothing has changed in two years. Nothing."
"I know," Jared begins to cry, "I'm sorry. I really am."
"Don't cry please."
Jared looks away at the black T.V. screen in Shellie's apartment. He is silent for a long time, but eventually Shellie is able to pry his entire childhood out of his sewn-shut lips. She wouldn't take silence for an answer. Not anymore. If Jared hadn't come home, Shellie would have spoken to no one all day. She liked her alone time, but depended on Jared to be her right-hand-man, her main squeeze, her soul mate, and right now -- he simply wasn't being that. He was being something else; a subject of inspection, a psych-ward patient; a lost friend, who she longed to have back.
"Thank you for telling me," Shellie said as she squeezed his shoulders from behind, comforting him with tiny pecks on his cheeks. "Things make more sense now."
Jared said nothing the rest of the night. He instead sketched photos of slimy creatures with clenched teeth into his notebook, creating meticulous lines, surrounding the figure, as if it were travelling through time and space, into a new dimension, far away from this one.

---
Today:
"Did you know that there is a lizard that can only be female, and they don't have ***, they just clone themselves?" Brannan asked Shellie, his best friend.
"I wish I was that lizard..." Shellie sighed.
"What! Why!" Brannan exclaimed with confusion and worry.
"Because. *** messes everything up. I don't know...Maybe I'm just crazy," she stammered, looking for the right words.
"It's Jared, isn't it?" Brannan asked, already knowing the answer, because he knew Shellie.
"Yeah...I'm giving him one more chance. One more and that's strike three, you're out!" She laughed nervously.
"Ooookay," Brannan agreed, "one more chance."
Eli glanced up from the TV and looked at Shellie, wondering how anyone could hurt someone so sweet. But what did he know? He killed people for a living.
"What did he do?" Eli pried.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. I've talked about it enough. All guys are the same."
"That's not true," Brannan tilted his head to the side in pity.

"The king is here!" Andy announced, as he walked through Brannan's door with a pound of **** in his canister, which was covered in skateboarding stickers and graffiti. Everyone cheered, and Brannan stopped playing Call of Duty, put down his Xbox controller, and picked up the pack of rillos that Eli had bought prior to coming over.
"That game ain't nothing like real life anyway," Eli mentioned, as he put down the other controller and everyone hastily made their way over to the kitchen table. He walked over to the freezer to pull out some Jack Daniels and ice, then went to the cabinets for a glass, turning his army cap backwards, pouring his drink, and taking a swig.

"How much do I owe you?" Brannan asked.
"We'll talk later," Andy replied.
"I was going to tell you, I still don't have what I owe you from last time, but Alexa said there is an opening at Starbucks, so I'll be able to pay you back ASAP man. I really appreciate it."
"Yeah, no problem," Andy said disdainfully.
"I'll roll it!" Shellie yelled to break the tension, as she put down her phone, only to pick it up again to check the time. Her boyfriend would be off work soon. Would she have to text him first again? Was he even thinking of her?
"Go for it!" Brannan tossed the rillo pack to her.
As she was finishing the roll, her phone went off. Shellie believed that maybe there was hope after all.
"Nope, just my dad..." Shellie mumbled to herself and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Brannan asked, with concerned blue eyes, through his thick-rimmed, black glasses.
"It's just Jared," she said as she pushed her lips to one side and looked down at her phone.
"What did he say?” Brannan asked.
“That’s the problem. He hasn’t said anything all day,” she explained in distress. Brannan noticed she hadn’t worn makeup in days, and by the looks of her outfit, she hadn’t been doing daily yoga like usual.
“Maybe he’s just super busy?” Brannan asked reluctantly.
“HE’S busy?? No. I’M busy.” She paused as Andy and Eli raised their eyebrows and widened their eyes. Eli was confused, because she had always seemed happy whenever he saw her. "I'm in school AND I have three jobs. What does he have? ONE job. One. I think he has time to text me, thanks for your input though."
Brannan said nothing, but pressed his teeth together and opened his lips, revealing a worried look with sad eyes, toward his dear friend.
"Yeah. He just doesn't get it. I'm a fire sign and I'm full of passion! Well, partially an air sign, which is probably why I’m so forgiving and understanding. But if he doesn't reciprocate soon, I feel like I'm going to go insane! Like, really? You don't want to go see Star Wars with me? What kind of person are you? Who doesn't like Star Wars? Really though," Shellie added.
"Maybe he's already seen it and doesn't want to tell you," Brannan suggested.
"You think so? Who would he go see it with though? All of his friends have already seen it. Do you think he saw it with his ex?! Oh my God..."
"Here, take this," Eli said as he handed the blunt to Shellie.
She took a big puff and exhaled as she closed her eyes in relief.
"You know what. I'm overthinking this. He just gets anxious in public, that's all," Shellie explained and looked around for reassurance.
"Are you sure that's all?" Brannan asked as he swung his black bangs away from his face.
"I don’t know... He's really mysterious and quiet. It's really hard for him to open up, I think. He didn’t really have a dad growing up. He's gotten better at talking to me, but he's still weird around big crowds of people. He never wants to go anywhere with me. It *****. I think he's learning to get better though. Maybe he's just young, I don’t know, but I'm sick of acting like his mother, you know? Why can't he learn things on his own? We're all scared, but if you don't face your fears at some point, then what's the point?"
Andy couldn’t help but think she sounded like a nagging *****.
"You know you just partially described the personality of a serial killer, right?" Brannan asked with comedic horror on his face.
"Did I?" Shellie asked.
"You deserve better!" Brannan's mom yelled from the living room. She was watching some reality TV show that she shouldn't have been watching. She continued to Shellie, "You deserve someone who takes you out and treats you right! You're a sweet girl!"
Shellie looked down at her phone. Still no text.
"Do you want to hit this?" Shellie yelled to Brannan's mom.
"I'm good, thank you though! I've got to finish these lesson plans for the day care," she explained with a sigh.
"Aww, sounds kinda fun," Shellie said. Shellie had thought about being a teacher, or maybe a counselor, but after helping so many people with different problems, she was starting to second-guess her passion for it.
"Nice blunt," Andy complimented Shellie. He thought Shellie was kind of cute, now that he had caught Eli in Alexa's bed and was no longer drawn to her. Despite her messy hair and mix matched attire, she had things together. She had things going for her. What did Andy have going for him?
"Thanks," Shellie smiled. Jared hated blunts, but he loved cigarettes. It made no sense to her.
"So what have you been up to?" Eli asked Shellie. "It's been a while."
"Just busy, busy. School and work, you know,” she said as she took one final puff before passing the blunt on its way, into the final circulation, never to return to her. She wanted to ask Eli about his life, but knew he couldn't say much, so she just went back to her phone.
Eli looked at Alexa, "Cigarette?" he asked.
"Yes," everyone except Shellie replied.
They all went outside in the freezing cold to get a brief buzz, while Shellie stayed inside, in the warmth, jotting down new business plans for her yoga studio into her phone. She then opened one of her books, but couldn’t focus on the text, so she quickly closed it. She then sat there in jaded silence, waiting for her friends to return from their strange endeavor.

"All the girls at my work are such *******! Like, one day I think they're my friend, then the next day I'm like, who are you?" Alexas was saying to her mom in between inhales and exhales.
Brannan looked at Alexas then at Eli with a look of concern and distaste. His mom noticed his expression and gave a brief response of agreement with her eyes, quickly returning to her daughter's concerns with compassion and empathy.
"Like, Kate said she wanted to hang out and everything, then she just doesn't respond. What the Hell?"
"Yeah, you probably just shouldn't be friends with them," Brannan replied.
"I have to be! I work with them," Alexas explained.
Knowing it was a lost cause, Brannan turned toward the glass door, where one of his cats pawed at the frame. “Aw, look at Izzy,” he said, pointing.
“Awwww,” his mom replied as she sipped on white Beringer.
“Let her out,” Brannan said to Alexa, since she was next to the door ****.
“No! She’ll run away,” Alexa said.
“No she won’t,” Brannan argued, as he made his way behind his sister, slightly pushing her, and letting Izzy outside.
She looked at everyone, let out a small meow, then hopped down into the grass, under a bush, and out of sight.
“Look what you did!”Alexas said, raising her voice.
“She’ll be back…” Brannan assured her, with ****** eyes.
Alexas rolled her eyes and Brannan continued, “She just wants to be free, Al.”
Their mom watched Izzy as she scurried into the neighbor’s yard. “Yeah, she’ll be back,” she said.
Then Eli turned to Andy and said, "You trying to play Call of Duty?"
"Sure," Andy agreed, though all he could think about was how Eli had been in Alexa's sheets the week before. “I’ll ******* **** you dude.”
“Yeah right,” Eli said as he let out a laugh, not knowing that he knew what he knew.

Alexa went to the living room with her mom, and Brannan returned to his spot at the kitchen table next to Shellie. Smoke stained the air, as Brannan picked up his phone and began playing a Pokémon game. Shellie tried to act interested, but all she could think about was Jared. Eli and Andy finished shooting each other and came back to form a circle.
“Bowl?” Brannan asked.
“That’s okay,” Shellie said, “I’m trying to cut back.”
“What…” Brannan said in disbelief. He packed the bowl anyway and handed it to her.
“Naw,” Shellie said.
“Yaw! Brannan yelled.
“No.”
Brannan handed the bowl to Andy and as Andy hit the bowl, he turned to Eli and said, "Hey, so if someone sat 12 million dollars in front of you, and a puppy in front of you, and said: The money is yours, you just have to crush this puppy to bits. Would you do it?" He looked at everyone as if he already knew the answer; as if it was obvious. Andy waited for everyone else to reply first. Brannan had no intentions of replying, since he was trying to be Christ-like lately.
"No, I wouldn't do it," Shellie said.
"Are you serious?!" Eli asked with pure shock on his sun-kissed face.
"Yes, I'm serious. Would you do it?" She leaned forward, almost rocking out of the tall bar stool she was sitting on.
Brannan and Eli chimed in, "You would SO do it."
"I would SO not." She repeated angrily, hitting the blunt and blinking her brown eyes to moisten her contact lenses.
Brannan's younger sister walked into the room to sit down, and Shellie looked to her for an answer. "Would you??" She looked at her with eyes of a beggar's, pleading for understanding and empathy.
"Do what?" Alexa asked, and the boys repeated the scenario, talking with utter excitement.
"A puppy? A cute little puppy?" Alexa asked.
"Yeah, a puppy or 12 million dollars," Andy coaxed.
"I couldn't do it! I could never do that!" Alexa gasped. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t!”
"That's what I'm saying," Shellie agreed. "I'm not even a dog person, but I would grab the puppy and run! Maybe report that guy to the animal police or whatever."
"Yeah!" Alexa agreed, as she took off her Starbucks sun visor and laid it on the table, next to Brannan’s laptop, Eli’s sketches, Andy’s backpack, and Shellie’s books.
"You all are crazy!" Andy said. "If the money was right in front of you, you'd do it, no question."
"No," Alexa and Shellie both said firmly.
"You'd just have to see the money, right there in front of you, in person," he kept on going.
Eli took a sip of his whiskey, then made stomping motions with his feet and said, "Haha! Gone! 12 million dollars richer. You know what you can buy with that much money? Tons of new puppies, if you really wanted to." He laughed.
"Yeah, you could **** me and make tons of new friends, too," Shellie said as she rolled her eyes in disgust.
"That's not the same though," Brannan finally spoke. "We don't know this puppy like we know you."
"Well someone does," Shellie insisted.
"Maybe," Brannan replied.
"Someone could," Alexa said. "Unless you **** him."
"Who said it's a boy?" Shellie asked sheepishly.
"You're right. It should be a girl," Alexa agreed, "like sweet little Lola over here." She scooted her chair from the table, and beneath her feet lay her sleeping Border Collie. She got up from her seat and lowered herself to the floor, head to head with the dog. She touched her nose to the dog's nose, kissed the dog’s cheek, and patted her head before returning to her peers on the bar stools above.
Everyone went silent, and Shellie wondered if the boys felt ashamed - so obsessed with power, that they forget to love.

---
Yesterday:

"You know how I told you that I didn't really know my dad growing up?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, it's because he was in jail for a while."
"How come?"
Looking around, as if for help or guidance, Jared hesitated to say what would come next.
"What is it??" Shellie pleaded, her imagination running wild with fear and worry.
"He ***** me."
"W-what..." Shellie was taken aback. She would have never guessed this is what all Jared's anger had stemmed from. Life flashed before her like a lightning bolt. It surged through her entire body, carrying memories of her perfect childhood juxtaposed next to Jared's. She thought of all the times she had met Jared's dad. She thought of how they worked in the same office, and Jared had to see his face every single day. She wondered how deeply this must affect his life, and how little she had noticed. Had she misjudged him completely? Why were all of her boyfriends so damaged? Was she drawn to damage? What if he ended up like his father? She wanted to help him. She had to.
"But how? Or... Like, where?! Did your mom know?"
"That's why she divorced him. He used to rent hotels on the weekends and tell my mom he was taking me along on his business trips. It wasn't until I was seven... I started having nightmares. I couldn't wake up. I'd scream and yell, telling him to get off me."
"Oh, Jared. I love you so much. You know that? I'm here for you. **** him. You don't need him. Your mom is great, and your little brother loves you. I love you. It's surprising how great you turned out, honestly."
"Yeah..." Jared said, slightly offended, but also in agreement.


* note for author from author: add scene with Alexa and Lola -- Lola biting her over and over. He's hurting me, ow!! "She just let her bite her. Over and over again." She did nothing about it. She endured the pain.
Shellie teaches Brannan how to "train" his dog.. play with her, be her friend. She just wants to play. She doesn't want to watch us smoke **** all day. You have to act like a dog sometimes if you want her to love you and be good.
reference to god's of love.. maybe venus and mars
- add more in between blunt roation.. it burns too fast
- create more setting!! (vital)
- add physical fight between Eli and Andy
- add scene with brandon's dad at very beg

the journalist asked why young girls were
going missing & Eli went into a rage - it
had been happening all over town &
the town [the journalist after him
                                   through the rented loft: 'Eli!' she called out
& out of nowhere he punched her in the face;    

T'is not America, he berated her,
choking the life out her; her pumps flying -         off
in a blind frenzy kicking her  
                            *****-hosed legs to ruins until she
stopped flaying on the floor; &
Eli got the claw [no mere hammer but a magic  
             hammer & did what he'd been
thinking he wanted to do to
Rachel; Nasty as hell, the mess oozing    
       over the polished        floor: no phone call,
                heading to the airport w/ no luggag e:
******* journalist:                         [*****, cancer-riddled blonde
                             scratches her scabs & can't remember her own name - but           everyone calls her Rubie:  b/c she's always bleeding  ,
hair falling out, pining     (                                   );
         for the mad painter; a
murderer :                she wanted Eli to someday shoot her dead;
but there'd be no time for something

     so romantically sublime;          content to have her corpse
thrown on a bonfire;                          no one cared that they'd
be bones by the time future-men approached
the place is Hazrd suits::: p: Eli visits his friend in Russia & kills w/ impunity; the police look [they couldn't care less anyway )               the other way & get a nice bonus   [a great painter summers here,
                  they brag to anyone who listens             [                      
was a sprawling dark mess; there were cockroaches
the size of cars roaming the fallow woods
             surrounding Chernobyl -                          
no one in their right mind goes  near (                       )  the place or [they call im The American Painter;        drunk & sleeps w/ underage girls; his yuppy  publicist invents                                         rumors when          he hasn't ( been seen  )                ☉                    in days or weeks ;

            anywhere near it; no one except
girls apparently                             drawn to the place
by [talk of a mysterious clique who survive w/ lesions
               of cancer riddling their bodies, painting
& making wild new        music: the Last Generation :
no one even
                     knows they exist; [Eli lives on a farm in
       America in Amish country]
(Eli was always getting ghost-calls / distant relatives of Igor -
          [something always (                               ) told him who it was
                but she never spoke; it was the blonde -  
everyone thought was dead: Eli knew too much; (               ) he
kept a gun in his coat; he took                  it out[ Eli never wore the coat]                    their women stink of death 
              [hair falling out in chunks from the tattooed scalp;
          making money smuggling out         ' Chernobyl ****'                      graphic zombie ***        perversions beyond believe    
         (radioactiveperfume sprayed burns    [-] skin tearing off in sheets of rugged tattoos - they die off & don't reproduce --- committed  ]
[  hipsters to the                     death][          Ivan picked up the
                        "yeh?"            cell from his desk &     said:
a mysterious magnetic                       force: [почему ты не любишь меня?]
[[*******, Eli!               I ******* don't want to
         be alone anymore! I need u to stay w/ me - to lob -        e                 love me the way I love u -
(quack Mesmerists           [the journalist survived
          the hammer blow but not the gunshot; all went quiet; zombie lovers
          in abandoned parks kissing
Lenin & Stalin like hoary ***** old men ;
       oh, ****, yeh, daddy bear, come
& take ur baby-boy [So Igor got into the                new      scene & stood(denied three times               ) out as that guy what writes novellas for the
State; 'почему ты не любишь меня?'
                         'it don't pay', he says, 'ur lying'
       says an old *** in Russian, Igor says,
     'Bend over, old man, let my juggle
ur hemorrhoids on my ****::
'ain't u the romantic Igor surprised
         the whisky-soured *** & hailed a   rough (               )  crew over to hold the old man down &               pull a    
  train on the wheezing         pensioner;
          leaving him not a coin &
                  minus a                  few of his already    broken           teeth;  
claiming         it to be the animal spirits  
           [Eli felt like hitting Rachel w/
a hammer        (the *** heard Igor
        laughing it up inside the bar & could
[почему ты не любишь меня?]
only ***** & **** himself]      lying there (      )
     in the pissy alley; [a]       good night's sleep about due
            right then,           but he just thought it -            
         & left the room] Eli
                         of the poisoned                              earth [awakened)
[he'd do anything right                                 then for the prickly sallow-skinned skinny                
          radioactive blonde;                              gone bald &
       spindly thin as a                   piece of floss          
by the nuclear    [Eli thought if he ******
her her ***** might come clean off                                     radiation that will stay steeped [losing an arm or a leg]
[he needed her; she had to be the ugliest              woman he knew; face tattoos & piercings; scars & spontaneous
      bleeding fissures; [s             he was 24 & *****]
     24 hours a day;
there was no day
& night -death                  had no color:            (she loved Eli & he'd never set eyes on her: they had computers &
the Internet:          but no one wanted
to see their televised           as then  b           musicians tended to die onstage ::: ******* living nightmare blood
       f             gushing into the audience &
                                                .
              ­    from the audience             limbs thrown onstage;
     still in all, he wasn't going near the forest of Chernobyl;
on a plan e (              ) back to America + wife + ki=ds
in the soil for uncountable thousands of years -

Eli was tapped for a Motherwell
bio-pic despite having no acting
experience beyond bullshitting
drunk girls at the bar; but his co
star who would play Helen was
a seasoned pro; the script had
Oscar written on the bottom of
a check to give the ill-fated mess
the green light to go into pre-
production; Milky Toes wanted
to see his farm; Eli didn't care
but the actress' mother pulled the
artist aside to explain that her
daughter was fragile,  meaning
not a ******;  fragile also didn't
mean frail - so Eli drove Mimi
as was sometimes called to his
spread in rural Pennsylvania; O
Eli! it's beautiful said the Coke
bottle-shaped platinum blonde w/
two black eyes & arm in a cast;  
ur mother said u're the fragile type,
he broached directly; 'my doctor
says I can break every bone in my
body & heal right up', she said
proudly as he led her up the hill's
trail to the spot where he turned
paint into money; the dark ground
flecked w/ every imaginable color;
Milky Toes wanted to make Eli a
star but Eli was already a star; his
last show making the cover of the
latest ARTFORUM; Milky never
read ARTFORUM, her technique
being to directly address her costar's
*****; he stepped over to where she
folded her legs beneath her & sat;
staring him directly in the *****; Eli
understood method acting; he'd
studied it himself but never once
thought himself an actor; Eli was
real & raw; traumatic even, paranoid;
strangely drawn to the earth w/ a yen
to rejoin it & become one w/ the
***** worms & succulent roots of every
plant that grows & every animal that
*****; w/ no warning,    turning &
dropping his trousers, Eli bent over
& flipped a flat **** onto the bridge
of her nose: when he turned to face her
she was smiling: 'is that all u've got?'
he smiled back at her & dropping to
the paint-devastated grassy hillside,
Eli kissed the **** off her face; Milky
Toes closed her eyes & lay back; the
air all around them filled w/ the strong
odor of every different kind of ****

Eli Bevier woke that morning at the crack of dawn, in the most distant state. The bed in which he slept wasn't of much comfort as he was used to his own bed. Eli was at a Military Hospital in Paris, he was discharged due to severe injuries he sustained in France during World War II, where he would spend the next six months recuperating. Though he tried to find comfort there, nothing really distracted his mind from thoughts of the army and what was happening in the world. Towards the end of his stay, he would often go on strolls to the nearby shops and offices to mingle and see what was of interest.
However, the one thing that kept a smile on his face was one of the nurses he had met while at the hospital. He thought she was elegant, funny, and charming as she had a way with her words. She was really kind and always tried to strike up a conversation as much as she could with him but was always sort of busy and they were never formally introduced. They did however write letters to each other, as he had in future relationships, she had told him that her grandparent’s farm was in the same city as Eli’s parent’s house. He loved that because he knew he could have a chance to wait for her and they could continue and meet once they both are sent home.
This never happened though as he later received word that the hospital in which the nurse was stationed in was hit by an enemy fire and bombed. He hated never knowing what could have been with the nurse. The hurt was so true but he knew life went on and as so he should too. When he would go back and recall this memory in later years, he would often feel bad at the situation but always remembered what his father had once said to him as a child, “There is never any use in crying over spilled milk.”

One evening he was walking past an old style shop, in which he saw the most extremely magnificent camera. At that time Camera’s were just beginning to dawn upon the world and develop into a greater extent. The shop keeper’s daughter, Margaret Wilkins, noticed him right away and worked up the courage to come over and talk to him. He on the other hand was oblivious to the fact that she had noticed him due largely in part to him being marveled by the camera and the items in the store. When he turned and saw Margaret approaching him, he felt a feeling.
That feeling we have all felt at one point or another. Stirring up inside as if you were some sort of melting ***, You know the feel. When you see a most beautiful and wonderful girl and you know that within you lies a special place in which only she can reside and your heart skips a beat. He didn't know what this feeling was, but one thing he was certain of was that he liked it. He knew that he had to think of something quick but his mind went blank and could not produce the slightest idea. “Hello there Welcome, May I help you in any way?” said Margaret.
But Eli just gazed at her as he tried to get a word out of his mouth but ended up getting lost in her gorgeous eyes. Again she asked “Is everything okay, sir? Do you need any assistance?” at which point Eli came to from his trance-like state and looking at the camera he was holding said “I apologize for being a goof just now, It’s just that you have such a wonderful eyes, I can only wonder as to the type of person you are, great I’m sure. Anyway, I’m Eli. Eli Bevier. I’m really interested in these items you have for sale. “Especially this camera.” he stated as Margaret walked over to his table and overlooked the camera, “It’s quite alright and thank you for the delightful compliment. Yes, as you can see we stock a fine selection of old world items and antiques. I myself fancy photography.” To which he replied “Is that a fact? You’re kidding! It’s apparent that we share at least that in common! Do you own any yourself?” he said as Margaret took the item over to the register and rang up the price.
“A couple, there’s this one that I have always wanted to get but haven’t gotten the chance, It was called the ‘Columbia Optical Co, Pecto 1’ it’s a neat little contraption. It’s really nifty it’s got a great lens and it’s just the perfect size for me”. “Thank you, you seem very kind, I hope to see you again sometime. I have an idea! May I have your address so I can maybe write to you? I might be stationed at different places so I might not get many chances to come back here.” He stated as he collected his things. “Why, thank you. You’re so kind yourself. Yes, that would be quite alright.” She wrote down her address and handed it to Eli. “Well I guess this is my cue. Bonsoir Mademoiselle!” he said and hurried along back to the hospital for he knew it was getting late and it would close its doors soon.
Two nights later, on the evening of the ninth of may, News had reached the hospital which said Eli was discharged and was going to be sent home immediately to which he took kindly to the news as he personally felt he wasn't ready for all that war going on. He had caught a flight back home to California early the next morning and was home by the end of that week. He was overcome with emotions when he returned to his life. His parents were proud of his achievements and for his service. Over the next few weeks, Eli did nothing but devote a majority of his time in job seeking, at first he didn't seem to have much luck as it was a time of despair for his country. The economy was barely beginning to make a recovery from the devastation and the wide-scale impact that the stock crash had left. He managed through it all by always remembering to write and send Margaret letters and cards. He enjoyed their talk’s, they would send poems as well. He soon found himself missing the woman so much, since she lived in France, he often contemplated re-joining the service. All the while the war still bombarding cites across the ocean and the globe itself, civilians were dying at a much more rapid pace as well as soldiers and enemy troops. Day and night the soldiers were on guard as many attacks would come without warning.  Back home, not finding much luck with work, he decided to pursue the army once again. He was accepted to serve again, and was sent to Spain for a brief period of time, after which he made his way back to Paris in an elaborate effort to track down the old style nostalgia shop and see Margaret. It was tough but Eli managed to find her and they met up on more than a few occasions, he had rented out a flat in the nearby neighborhood. The next few months, they met up and talked, and went out and just spent time talking among each other. By this time it was 1944 and the war was just about done. The young couple had made plans to stay in France and marrying, raise a family. He loved the idea. He couldn't wait to get out of the war and begin a new with the woman he loved. And as fairy tales go, they stayed put and eventually settled down having two children and owning various business and even a farm. He loved the decision he made and the person he chose to love, he couldn't have had it any other way.

Eli got in while Becky was at market w/ the kids;
the buggy was gone & no one but Rusty his neighbor
saw the Uber pull away from the      wooden     fence
& Eli walk with his head cast down;
he had the letter from Leonard
          telling him no one could now he had anything to do w/ the missing
                       Russian girls;
the cops were                  barking up the wrong tree,
Leo's favorite American expression;
Eli went inside &   went to his stash of corn liquor,
but then Rusty was at the door;
girl always barefoot (             ) in nothing but overalls;
not as Amish as all that;
her dad was a Mennonite                               & Eli
once      turned her onto                    some high-grade          medicinal ****
& told her all about the Medici's iron            rule
                    over the Renaissance;    the Enlightenment
brought Fascism the way              the French revolution
brought Napoleon    -   [Eli heard the buggy pull up to the house & hurried Rusty out the back door & across the field
where she stumbled & landed (                 ) flat on her face in the desiccated poppy patch he had polluted                          with pigments of every shade
& sparkle &              when Rusty rolled over       r       on her back
         the afternoon sun shone down;      shone down &    
she glittered in the fading sunlight; [         ,          ;          ]
Eli was trudging to the very spot where she lay,
after helping Becky         bring a few things in;
seeing his old neighbor half his    age sprawled on the ground
skin & overalls      sparkling like a rainbow        from all the loose pigment -
spread among the poppies; even bees  -
were day-glo blue & some were green & purple,
some red & artificially             yellow like some            tiny canary
[Eli didn't go back         into the house until hours later];
Becky was irritable b/c it was that time of month - red
& Eli didn't seem to care -  she knew where he was  [but she had no thought about Rusty; barely seventeen &
       probably gay - or so people said;
      [Rusty was not gay, at least not today, at least not w/ Eli right at the moment; the sun                        vanished replaced by stars' rays        ;        [Rusty finally made it home; her folks were old & asleep;
                         she'd meet Eli in the field again -
             [Eli read Leornard's note &   setting a match  to it     watched it       burn;  the paper cinder   withering            away to nothing
over the Ben Franklin [             ]                 stove;        
but given the way she felt,                  didn't dare go
up the hill; she didn't know what she       would say
but she knew it'd end in an argument
& she didn't want      the [stress=0]        right then ...     ;

Evy was a Hasidic    beatnik
who smoked *** &  listened
to Coltrane; her best  friend
Becky was Eli's third  wife;
Becky never suspected the
affair, when Eve went into
the field to watch Eli paint;
she'd come back w/ paint all
over her back & her  dark  clothes
.                       ruined; Becky never got it;
she had a household to run
while Eli was out in the wild  poppy field
making a       fool of himself
before God &                         getting paid;
Eli married her      precisely b/c
she was so clueless; Becky
had been an art major; she &
Eve going to the same  college;
Eve lived on a settlement in Israel & only flew
in a couple of times a year;                      Eve
always left Eli w/ visions of                      the
Holy Land; her sweaty flesh
reeking of stolen land &  Arab
death in the desert; her people
inheriting the crimes against
humanity perpetrated by their
spiritual forebears the  Nazis;
Evy wore her hair in dusty dreads
that she wore down to her ***                   but that
she always ******* in a wide scarf
when ******* Eli on the ground;
Eli saw Eve as an exotic Semite
from an ancient nomadic race; she
saw Eli as a painter shown in                   blue-chip
galleries around the world;                   Eli himself
knew he was fraud, too influenced
          by the decadent blank-page movement
of his Nihlist Russian friends: Eli
lit a joint & looking up at the dark sky,
decided to call his next painting
'The           Golden                   Calf';           for Evy

Becky knew Eli ha taken another wife
leaving her alone on the sprawling
farm, Eli Jr. doing most of the chores,
selling **** at the crossroads &
trying to **** his sister, Becky Junior,
who was too young & clueless for him
to get very far & she loathed the aroma
of ****. Eli's youngest Joshua already
evincing signs of effeminacy, Becky
attributing it to Eli's long absences; she'd
conjured in her head her wayward spouse
drinking & reveling with naked women,
rock star groupies and movie strumpets;
having flown over to see for herself, she
knew she was right.   Hearing Eli had
married again brought an inexplicable
sense of relief, & taking up her needle
work, Becky sat in the porch rocker
waiting for her two oldest to show up
for supper. Becky Junior stuck doing
Eli's chores while he ***** little Emma
from the next farm over; I'll not be
gettin' ina heaven, Eli Simple! the girl
scolded. Eli Jr, grinned, 'English Heaven,'
he said, 'That's where my father is.'
the girl's face paled & her pink mouth
swung open, "That rightly be hell!
I seen the little lit-up boxes they all
be talking to now. Some's got wires
comin' right out they head, like men
from Mars..." Emma was talking while
Junior rolled a blunt with a corn husk.
Men from Mars & little boxes - u've
got some imagination, missy, he said,
blowing the smoke at her; coming
beside him, they lit up the barn with
the pungent odor of Jr.'s Homegrown.
It's them English, She railed, Turnin'
theyselves into robots! Shut up, he said
at last, My dad throws paint on canvas
& he's good at it too, so I don't need...
feeling the vibration in his pocket, he
knew he to take the call. Here, smoke.
I've gotta go take a ***. He went out &
Emma lay back smoking contentedly,
giving herself the chills with thoughts
of evil English robots all connected by
wires. Figuring she'd keep, Junior went
down to the crossroad & didn't get back
until after sundown. Emma was gone,
but left a note scrawled on notebook
paper: 'I went home to supper emma'.
Feeling peckish himself, he picked up
the fat roach she'd left & lit it with a
kitchen match, smoking as he walked.

The explosive ending of the Atomic Bikini vs. The Hydrogen Bombshell
being the most spectacular ever filmed demanded a sequel; Ivan nor Igor wanting any part of it. Eli was then contacted by DEVIL STUDIOS with
the option of taking the directorial reign. Eli instantly agreeing cheered
his wife no end, as she would be responsible for the deep tans of the cast.
How to follow up on a film that ends with double nuclear explosions set
off by the Atomic Bikini's revealing her white body's untanned *******
& blinding the Hydrogen Bombshell with a twin blast of red ****** rays causing the Bombshell to split her tights releasing a space shattering quiff ... & something, something; end credits played over a blaring death metal anthem. The Uk already on board, knowing Eli's more sedate temperament began noodling on acoustic instruments & spare percussion. The Hydrogen
Bombshell would have to be recast. A script about the Atomic Bikini
contracting breast cancer was swiftly rejected. The slender skirted exec came from the airport to the farm via limo & tried to trod the stone path
in her stilettos, tripping & falling in the mud on her hands & knees. Eli &
the band watching from the living room window; It was Eli's wife Becky who rescued the woman, as the woman-of-the-house, the first Mrs. Simple
thought it her duty to put on good manners towards a guest. Setting the girl
in a comfortable rocker, Becky prepared tea on the iron stove. The Exec
looked at Eli as the band made it out the back door. "What can I do for you?" he asked. "There's been a mistake," she said.

"You're right. How can I top space-time exploding?"
She grinned. "We wanted your son. Eli Simple Junior."
"That makes more sense. He can do that. I'll get him."
Bringing the woman a cup of sassafras in a teacup
Becky had made on her own kiln, the woman sat up
& sipped. "You're covered in mud," Becky politely
noted. "I noticed," said the woman. "Let me get you
some fresh things," said the Amish **** & walked
from the room. Eli Jr. was not in his room; outside
getting ****** with the band, who he considered all
his uncles, his father knowing Ivan & Igor since he
was a small child; the band came later, but how they
came; the Uk were the Beatles of the Warsaw Pact.

In the West their music was seen as loud, crass &
bombastic, & early on sometimes illegal on account
of content of its effect on its brawling, rioting fans.
In the East, they could pay off the police & the show
would go on; it doesn't work that way in the West.
They needed a corporate affiliation so their product
would be protected by an army of copyright lawyers.

Eli came back downstairs to find the woman naked;
Becky beside her holding a traditional Amish smock.

"You'll look good in that," he said.

She wasn't shy about her pale physique, a scrawny
titless kid about twenty-two, legs way down to the
splayed feet & toes, toenails painted pink & sweaty.
"Put this on honey, before those animals get back,"
Becky urged mildly knowing a naked woman would
give the rock stars carte blanche to involve the police.

The rock stars did return, with Eli Jr., who'd never
seen the woman before, but as she was dressed more
or less as any ordinary Amish maiden he couldn't be
bothered with her. Eli realized the strangest thing,
not introducing herself she took gently took his hand
& led him out the door alone, the guys all looking
on in silence as was Becky watching the angelic duo
exit the wooded hovel like a pair out of a fairy tale.

Eli Jr. didn't talk much, ever, & didn't say anything
walking along hand-in-hand with the nameless girl
who also not speaking, was completely new to him.

Hey Eli you're a pretty cool guy,
But I'm just a little too shy to say hi.
Hey Eli you're a pretty cool dude,
And if I am I don't mean to intrude but maybe someday it could be you and I

Hey Eli I know that on you I can rely
I found that out last July
You're there for me when I cry
Hey Eli thanks to you
You're there when I need a rescue

Hey Eli you helped make me new
So Eli here's to you
This was for you, Eli

Eli tended toward mothering his louche
friends, not that he was any better. He
had a bank account that never tapped out
& his pals were so low rent no one ever
saw any money; worthless rubles & rupees
or priceless dollars & Euros. He had a
name that was as good as a meme. Eli
Simple. The leading blue-chip painter of
his 'generation', a somewhat elastic
designation.
Eli had no 'generation'. Ivan & Igor
had busted out of the confines of mere
State censorship by publishing nothing
or producing the cheapest squalor. They'd
made a fortune. [ZOZO] One way or
another either Ivan or Igor are related
to Eli, whose fortune was made on the
auction house circuit; priced as invaluable,
Eli Simple's work stood beside such esoteric
notaries as David Hockney, Francis Bacon,
& Jean Michel Basquiet; He could get any
price he asked for anything whatsoever, his
imprimatur guaranteeing a fortune. Gold-
diggers were not Eli's type. He liked women
who had nothing & could care less. That was
their charm. A female body was enough
of a chore. He'd been raised Mennonite &
always hungered for more. He'd made it to
the top on Wall Street, Fifth Avenue & Holly
wood
w/out breaking stride & w/ only minor setbacks
that seemed enormous at the time. Accused of
murdering an A-lister's father dampened his
popularity but not his budget. He was huge in
Europe & Asia; a bankable Blockbuster. In
America no one cared about Art w/ the Royal
Capital 'A'. He had never had an American
retrospective, never even been offered one.
That got Eli's goat just than & furious, he
attacked the girl. Then he called his dealer.

Lone Eli was a boy
who was awfully coy
and knew few who
were like him too.
Whilst searching for aid,
poor Lone Eli paid
the price of being
lonely and blue.

His heart grew weary,
building with fury,
for the friends that he
would never know.
Gathering his strength,
measuring the length,
off to the cliff
he would go.

With one last thought
for the decision he bought,
his fear would
certainly trump.
Feet on the ledge,
pushed to the edge,
Lone Eli decided
to jump.

As he made his peace
with all of his grief,
he drew in one last
breath of fresh air.
With a final gasp,
his mind could grasp
that, probably,
no one would care.

Lone Eli began
to lean forward and
off in the
distance and fog,
in his time of need
his valiant steed,
came running.
It was Buddy, his dog.

“Buddy! Hey pup!”
He said standing straight up,
“I thought I told
you to stay home?
Buddy, I swear… Wait,
what you got there?”
and at his feet,
Buddy set down his bone.

As Lone Eli stared
at his companion who cared,
he knew that he
could never pay
back his best friend,
who in the end,
helped Eli to fight
another day.

Eli                     walking up the hill
one last time; path rutted w/ tracks
from hauling the ******
                     things down;
     he'd done it before & again
the blonde     A-Lister waiting
for his return,
in the driveway;
                       the buggy trotting from the
      carriage house behind the main house,
     Eli, Jr.
much                 like his dad,                
broad-shouldered
& a little dumb;
                         but Eli Sr.
                                     has that  way of
   coming cackling back to life;
in his career he'd done it twice:
                  he was a movie star now &
          just
wanted to keep getting back
         under her; Eli thought
           he now knew how
westerns were born; did he?
Junior picking up the pace;
beats it
to the highway before the old
man does that weird out of the
dark thing he does;     *******
the actress who was supposed
to be his new Muse; Eli didn't
have an  old muse;              Eli Simple
              built   barn walls out of paint
            that stood on their own;     Eli
lighting a cigarette,            comes out
of the dark,        his face aglow
     w/ the burning cigarette tip;
   "Was that ur kid?" she asked.
"No," he says, "It was a clone;
I got six more in the barn. wanna
            see 'em?"
               "Sure."
"Come on. I'll show ya," he said
                         & he did;
so much time passed that the
bow-tied     moon was in a permanent
                                                                ­  tuxedo;
seen from the gaping                     stars;
              silver-hands discovering;
signing                       [eyes] out ;
- transmitting: a cache of folded images
reproduced en masse on crude pulp
paper in vivid colors for the period;
image after
image of various forms      
                              of individual female figures
in exposed positions,
           appearing to be lounging
                               happily w/in
a luxurious paradise                belying the   urban setting;
"We presume these to be the plans
          for the ***-oriented
           female robots so spoken of
           in the                   ancient records; i.e.,             Pandora,
           Helen, et al."
         "Don't forget Wonder Woman."
"Oh, yes, the Queen of All Women."
The scientists debate before returning to Orion;
should production begin on the ancient   forms?  
Some guy in a big mansion was giving a party          in her honor;
but she & Eli never showed, never left the barn

There was a goofy green frog, Eli was his name
He danced for Princess Malia, it's how he earned his fame
She adored sitting on her throne to watch him entertain
He boogied and did back flips, he loved this little game

Eli had a tiny frog house with eveything inside
A couch, love seat, TV, a bed was double wide
He kept it very tidy with a broom, vacuum and pride
His favorite was his Fry Daddy, for flies deep fat fried

Princess Malia, of course, had a castle on the hill
Waited on, hand and foot, she only had to chill
Wore gorgeous dresses and diamond tiaras at her will
But bored with her lavish life, Eli fit the bill

At 3:30 on the dot, the small frog danced everyday
The Princess got so excited, the help did hear her say
She got seated at 3 pm and that is where she'd stay
Right on time came Eli, grooving and twisting all the way

Eli entertained...and the Princess did demand
That the frog be introduced, then he kissed her royal hand
The two became fast friends, as quick as fast friends can
She moved his tiny house into the castle, that was grand

Eli and Malia were just as tight as they could be
The frog quit entertaining, a great playmate was he
The Princess, lonely no more, was perfect for he and she
They lived happily ever after, Eli danced for free

The band's bass player & principle songwriter,
William
Williams et al... saw Eli sitting alone at the bar;
He knew it was Simple b/c Eli Simple always wore
impenetrably dark shades; so did 99% of the faux
hipsters -
but still too terrified, "star struck,"
by the great painter already drunk & sobering up
the more he drank: Finally, getting his girl to approach
the artist, not "His" girl; a groupie that stuck to the
Uk's all tour; Eli didn't know her from a brick: She said
she'd do anything for no reason & the painter liked the
sound
of that.    Will watched them go off into black shadows
& after so long,  figured they weren't coming back.
He'd blown his chance to meet Eli Simple.

Eli had the habit of taking his chippies
"under his wing,"; he'd done w/ TT &
Hel, & a few others, he couldn't recall how
many or many of them at all ... some didn't
muster up, some died; some would have an
unforeseen blind
date w/ Leonard ... This one was chatty ...
when he absently set a thick vinyl platter
on the vintage turntable, common n Russia
& cranked the volume on DEATH POWER;
she became naked before his very eyes ...

They didn't talk for hours;
but they made a lot of
noise; but not a sound
could be heard ... over the
screaming neo-metal;
when the music abruptly
ended, she aught herself
loudly panting; Eli had mixed
something with his liquor
that made his body limp
but is **** as rigid
as a metal pole; she liked him.
He was rich, famous & cute,
& a Blackout Drunk ... & She
Snuggled His Taut Body, ||||||||
there on the floor. She nearly
leapt out of her skin when the
hypermonotonous metal blared
out again as the needle swung
back to the disk's beginning;
Reassured, she nestled beneath
Eli's arm, chunky, droning pitch
soothing her where she lay ...

u know these kids;
one girl so affluent
her mother
            gets       regular
(             ) *** implants:
[& she's got four ****-jobs]|
the other in a dead girl's          hand-me-downs
from last decade; patches & too much
greasy    lip pencil          & eye piercing
| he pulls up in his new black   Maserati -
| her sagging       mother gets jealous &
puts on another face - 'who's
that boy - that's not Jesus -|'
young Jezebel     is already
out the door- screen
    |       slamming     - (         ),
w/ the  two girls squeezed
into the cockpit
       Satan's ***** is roaring &
                    barking like a dog:
stupidly   Jezebel thought she could do coke in the car
w/            Candi's bony ***
              wedged in her lap like that & teenage
                       Satan swerving all over the road - w/ no lights no less :
driving dark & drunk & a slingback somehow gets
tossed out the car window    [Eli catching &
                  eating fireflies in the dark field
                  waiting for Satan to ride up w/                 the two underage *****]
Jezebel's              torn fishnet leg in his
lap;    her knee somewhere else,
    red & scabby     little sunburst -
   her size-4 Converse on the gas -
                                                          Candi­
                  gripping               the steering wheel:
       Jezz can't even         reach her little bobbed    nose
& the blow flies    into Satan's face -
                 'u dumb ***** -' he cried  |
                  when the cops finally      got
                  him to pull over                       [ officer t-

[Eli heard the crash from | (              )  the hill:
lights blew up everywhere  :::             like descending    UFOs:              
       [ palmed Satan's c-note & let the kids go:          :
       descending [     ], (     ):
       from every corner of the sky -
            the               pristine      blue         |
                             painting the cosmic ceiling -  
  |            Eli can see         the raging   |
                                wreckage raging    casting glaring red shadows
          of hot                fire     like Jezebel's lips    ||
                  rising higher & higher       into         the -star-fill-ed bowl
[Eli's phone rings: Satan
says he's having car trouble - ]
          Satan carried Jezebel's limp
  body up the hill; the older Candi
          trapped                in the burning chassis:
Eli met them halfway & threw
the girl's skinny body over his shoulder;
[what the **** happened?]
couldn't see the blacktop  - or that big-*** tree
                tree?                  it's too dark out here -
Did u pay that cop off? - yeh.
He won't be back, but we've got to put that fire out -
the night turned  into day | apocalyptic for the time
of night to [            |    ] became atomic:
the Maserati igniting the tree that flared  
                                     red into the night
light a giant torch held firmly in the grip
                of a gargantuan green goddess
                of the scented mists -  
                it took to flick a match;
the Maserati's [                      ] alcohol-fueled engine
tearing a gaping hole in the night like a ******* snooch
              smelling of Paradise & galactic             incense:     [Eli dropped Jezebel
home right before dawn & she kissed him
   in the car & then  realizing
   her mother wasn't home let
   him go a
               lot further - she was 13 -
Eli didn't car about **** like that -
'I like u, Jezebel. u make my     **** hard.' he said nonchalantly;
she sneered: 'I should     hope so-' (              ), (      ) |

Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani?
Christ called out upon the cross
But I do not feel my God has forsaken me
For He promised He never will,
And my soul is in His keeping always,
But at the end Christ said
"It is finished"
And at that point He died

I will never cry Eli...
But "It is finished",
That line I feel is perhaps
Time to start rehearsing,
I do not wish to pass alone,
Unmourned un-missed,
Yet in may ways that is kinder than
Causing pain to those I love

Time then - in love - to open my hand,
Let go the people I would depend upon
And fade quietly from their ken before I die
Such that,
Once word reaches them
Of my demise - though I was not their foe,
They pause a moment only,
Then shrug and walk on

"Really? Oh"

The atmosphere with your eyes,
Their dreams, the space, the color,
The picture shows
words. Traffic jam,
Disappearances, smoke and society;
service. Lightweight musical instruments
Diesel and submarine speak
Favorite and small script
Help. Cornelius is the largest
Add the Brazilian Robin's clothes
Build Brazil again. the future
Learn about La Lorra from Galicia
Latest address, Jesse's advantage
It will be the Dominican Republic
was gone. Bernard, in other cases,
She has no connection with her.
Your first page is easy to grow. Who
Germany has been arrested.
It's always like blood.
The first two? The director acts.
Dance. Black Life can be a mistake.
When you see lions like lions,
Lion number is the perfect place,
Appearance, from the opposite side,
Still available. He killed his brother;
His weapons were in the washing machines,
Dress, and dress should be worn.
The groom is listening to our ears
Society and our light.
New Sandy Favorite game
And small screens
Cornelius is the biggest woman
Roberts heart touches Brettina's
City. Few futures -
Jesse in Hollywood Love;
Hollywood census information was lost;
system. If you do, then you speak.
The first page of development is easy.
PRIVATE MARKETING ACTIVITIES
Should he give the cherubim? Lakes, rocks,
Blood to Germany and law
Application. The first two? It contains
Caulkerer that may be wrong.
Dark in the dark;
First I decided (one)
[As Eli was already a polygamist,
if not a bigamist, it wasn't
a problem for him to marry Chuckie;
Becky aware of the arrangement,
he'd lost a second wife somewhere,
never quite sure where she'd been
misplaced. He even asked Leonard,
who nodded & grunted telling Eli
nothing; Leonard knew Chuckie, her
name in fact unpronounceable to
the Western ear. He congratulated Eli
on getting himself a real Russian girl.
Chuckie was born in Siberia & had
made it to St. Petersburg on her back.
The Unknowns gave her good reason
to stay that way, then Eli came along.
Tom had literally thrown her at the
diffident painter, who gladly took the
bony ***** in hand & under his
watchful eye, she never choked on her
own ***** & neither did he; it was a
match made on the floor ...

Sally left the farm years ago
when the times changed
to a postmodern-like
Foggy Bottom;
Eli back from Paris
walking the dank
yellow fields smoking
joint after joint;
the farm changed to
her islands; Samira goes
walking w/ Eli
her Iranian eyes covered
& uncovered by
Turkish journalists whilst
Eli waits for Sally;
moonrise his song;
stop kissing us said the
white cows on the hill;
Eli's cosmic brain conjures
up Sally in her techno-
late modernist era
of the time Sally became
this virtual monster
living below the
corporate seas of other
living pin-up monsters;
Eli sat beneath a big oak
overlooking the dry marsh
hoping for the Lady
of the Lake or Veronica
Lake or Sally or an alien
monster's bride; Eli knows
Sally isn't coming

Although he was a stupid man,                       he was a great man in training.
They are Italian in the memory, but they are stored.
She sat in the dark dark darkness darkness.
According to the United States in the United States,    three autumn, money, money, and an elderly woman,                                  the weather is very gray.
What does not change is hell is golden yellow.      There are currently many children in the gaming industry and digital devices available.
Russia passed the law. She is a woman who lives in the summer,
her eyes white-yellow large crowns.                  Feinted hairstyle
she is one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
Lost on July 9th. Writing stars in a glass. This is a small glass of patriotic food. Eli, ****** at the entrance of coffin door.          The best Igor makes
is the dog in the sky. She is a goddess who want to leave.
1 do not see Christ. Listening
to the first battle for the ******. Obviously, there was a lot of effort. This is not an obstacle for Einstein's ***** feeling. This is an explosion of oil
that opens up possibilities for stupid blondes, mothers, monstrosities from *****. Heck Hellfire, Hellfire, Hellfire; 1 am in my memory.
Hi Hi Hi Hi. Women's flag flying over the USA. Lifetime.    Balloon in Greece brown by the wind to hell. New gold and yellow gold.                        The world is very interesting.
The laws of Russia began. 1=1 love you love you.
         Remember my childhood and
collective agreement of Tennessee.
North Dakota and the collective agreement there.
Later in the Arab world, the child died in the camp.
Possibly for using sports equipment equipped with
transportation.
Once again, the devil created an ambiguous ||                |
and colorful offspring. It was on the edge of the glass,       the man had no illness.
Mother's light is not white,
black and white, white, leopard, or sour cream. Eno's great building - Oh, the stars and the islands of the seas,
the USA, USA, the old. This summer will help yellow.
This is the best gift for the best girl in the world.
On July 1, 1 was lost, and 1 found that it was connected with the stars.
Some are glass products. Eli -
Opening Igor's Coffin sending dust and and into the air.
          1 He does not see the power and power of Christ.
There are so many things very low. This is not an obstacle for Einstein. Pregnant mother's house.
Memory loss is a problem with the memory's | |creator.
Thank you. The reason is the American woman model.
Sybil is an old gray cleaning woman. Gold and fresh wine.
Your life is very interesting, according to the Russian law,
it's your decision.
1 1 1 = the Golden Ring of a woman in the air.
What does not change is hell is golden or yellow.
There are currently many children
in the gaming industry
and many digital devices are available.    Russia passed the law.
Remembering my childhood and coconut 1 later died
in the camp in the Arab world. Possibly to use sports equipment
equipped with transportation.
To use the devil's color is to use the color,
you need a rich set of colored resources.
This model performs | all water produced through the week.          
                                                   Although he was a fool,
he was a good man for training. Protect the best places
and the desires of children and children.
                                                   The most important factor
is that you protect your knees without God's help on earth.
Italian storage, but saved. He was sitting in darkness in the dark.
According to the United States in the United States,
three hundred years, money, money, an elderly woman,
the weather is very accurate. What changes does not change gold or yellow. There are currently many children in the sports industry
and digital devices available. Russia fell into law.
She is a woman who lives in the summer. And an eye,
a great white white crown. Hair hair is one of the world's most beautiful things. July 9 left. The text is a small national food glass on the screen.
Eli Stone creates a dog in the sky, the best Igor for coffee. He is the God who wants to go. I do not see Christ. Listen to the first fight against Mary. Obviously, many attempts are made. It does not even prevent Einstein's Hornet's feelings. Hot oil acts act like simple, foolish hair,
mother, *****. My memory at Hack Helfer, Hellofile, Hell Hell 1am.
Hi Hi Flag of Women in the United States of America.
The life of the Balloons in hell from hell to hell New and yellow gold
The world is very appealing. Russian law began 1=1, I love you, I love you. I will remember my estate coupon and the bonus ticket in Tennessee. Northern Dakota and co-operative agreements.
Later in the Arab world, the baby died in the camp.
It is not possible to use sports equipment with traffic.
Satan again made a mysterious, distant child. It was the only glass,
no one was sick. White, black, white, leopard, no cream on the head.
Great Construction - O, Stars and Isle of White, USA, USA, Old.
This will help yellow heat. This is the best gift
to the world's most beautiful girl. On July 1, 1, it was lost,
and the stars were related. There are some glass products.
Eliel - Eagor coffee is open in the air by opening the coffee.
He does not see the power and power of Christ.
There are many things.
This is not an einstein person.
The memory of remembering your mom is a problem.
Thanks for the design design of the United States.
The old Cubic gray is clean. Gold and Coquor Fresh.
Russian law, according to your decision,
your life is very appealing. 1 1 1 = gold crown in the air.
What change does not change gold or yellow.
There are currently many children in industry's industry
and digital devices are available. Russia fell into law.
When I remembered my child and the colonel,
I died in the Arab area. It is not possible to use sports equipment with traffic. Using the Devil's color to use the color,
you need a rich set of color sources. This picture shows
everything created on weekends.
Although he was a madman, he was a good man for training.
Protect the best places and desires of children and children.
The most important factor is that you protect your knees without
God's help on earth. Italian heritage, but saved.
He sat in the dark in the dark. According to the United States
in the United States, for three years, money, money,
a senior woman, the weather is very accurate.
What changes do not change gold or yellow.
There are currently many children in the sport and digital industry.
Russia has come into law. She is a woman who lives for the summer.
And eye, big white, white crown. Hair Hair makes her one of the most beautiful girls in the world. On July 9 he left.
The text is a small national food glass on the screen.
Eli Stone creates a dog in the sky, the best Igor for coffee.
He is the God who wants to go. I do not see Christ.
Listen to the first fight against Mary. It is obvious that many attempts
are being made. It does not prevent Einstein Hornet's feeling
. The hot oil works like a simple, stupid hair, mother, sod.
My Memory on Hack Helfer, Hellofile, Hell Hell 1am.
Hi Hello flag of women in the United States of America.
The life of balloons in hell from hell to hell New and yellow gold
The world is very tempting. Russian law began 1 1 I love you,
I love you. I will remember my eternal coupon
and bonus bonus card in Tennessee. North Dakota
and cooperative agreements. Later in the Arab world
the child died in the camp. Sports equipment cannot be used with transport. Satan again made a mysterious, distant child.
It was the only glass, no one was sick.
White, black, white, leopard, no cream on the head.
Big Constructions - O, Stars and Island White,
USA, USA, Old. It will help the yellow heat.
This is the best gift of the most beautiful girl in the world.
1 July 1 was lost and the stars were connected.
There are some glass products. Eliel Coffee - Eagor is open in the air
by opening coffee. They do not see the power and power of Christ.
There are many things. This is not an einstein person.
A memory of your mom's memory is a problem.
Thanks for designing the United States.
Old Cubizt gray is clean. Gold and Coquor Fresh.
The Russian law, according to your decision,
is your life very tempting. 1 1 1 = golden crown in the air.
What changes do not change gold or yellow.
Many children are currently in the *** industry and digital services.
Russia has come into law. When I remembered
my child
and the colonel,
I died in the Arab region. Sports equipment can be used with transport.
If you use a diabolical color, you need a rich set of colors.
This image shows everything created on weekends.
He was a crazy person but a well trained person.
Protect the best places and desires of children and children.
The most important factor is to protect your knees on earth
without the help of God. Italian saved but saved.
He sat in the darkness in the darkness. According to the United States
of America money and money for three years, senior women are very accurate in the weather. Some changes do not change gold or yellow.
There are now many children in sports and digital industries. Russia
has enacted laws. She is a woman who lives in summer.
And white crown of snow, big white. Hair Hair is one of the most beautiful girls in the world. On July 9 he left. The text is a small national food glass of the screen. Eli Stone creates Igor, the best coffee in the sky.
He is a God who wants to go. I do not see Christ. Listen to your first fight with Mary. It is obvious that many attempts have been made.
It does not stop Einstein's Hornet feeling.
Hot oil works like a simple, stupid hair, mother, grass.
My Memory on Hack Helper, Hell Hell 1am.
Hi! Hello. Flag of American women.                    Blow from hell to hell
The world is very tempting. Russian law has begun 1 I love you.
I Love You. I will remember my permanent coupon
and bonus redemption card in Tennessee. North Dakota
and Cooperation Agreement. Later in the Arab world,
the child died in the camp. Sports equipment can be used
in conjunction with transportation. Satan once again created
a mysterious and distant child. It was the only glass
and no one was sick. White, black, white, leopard,
there is no cream on the head. Big constructions - O, stars
and islands White, USA, USA, Old.                    It will help the yellow heat.
This is the best gift of the most beautiful girl in the world.
1 July 1 was lost and stars were connected.                    There are glassware.
Eliel Coffee - Eagor opens in the air by opening a coffee. |They do not see| the power and power of Christ. There are many things.
This is not an Einstein person. The memory of my mother's memory
is a problem. Thank you for designing the United States. Old Cubist gray
is clean. Gold and fresh Color. According to your decision,
Russian law is very tempting in your life.
1 1 1 = Golden crown in the air. Some changes do not change gold
or yellow. Many children are now in the industry and digital devices.
Russia has enacted laws. When I remember my child and the colonel,
I was killed in the Arab region. Sports equipment
can be used in conjunction with transportation.
If you are using diabolic colors, you need a rich set of colors.
This image shows everything that was created on the weekend.
He was a madman, but he was a well educated man.
Protect the best places and desires of children and children.
The important thing is to protect your knee without God's help.
Italy recovered, but recovered. He was in darkness in darkness.
According to American money and pool three years,
high school students are very timely. Some changes do not change
the gold or yellow. There are many children in the sport
and digital industry. Russia has adopted the law. She is a woman living
in the summer. The white flames' of her eyes are white.
Haircuts are one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
On July 9 he left. The text is small and the menu of national dishes.
Eli Stone makes the best coffee in the sky, Igor.
He is God who wants to go. I do not see Christ.
Listen to her first fight with Mary. That would have to be a lot of effort.
He does not stop Einstein's sensitivity. Hot oils work like ordinary hair, strange man, moms, bar. The memory of my Pirate Helper is 1 in hell.
Hello there! Hello there. Flag of American Woman. Hell from hell to hell. The world is very attractive. Russian law has begun. I love you.
I love you. Remember the permanent Tennessee coupon
and your bonus card. Partnership agreement with North Dakota.
Later in the Arab world, a child died in the camp.
Handling equipment can be used. The devil once again created
a mysterious and distant child. It was the only temple,
and no one was hurt. White, black, white, leopard,
no cream at the start. Great buildings - White, white, U.S., U.S., old.
This helps to warm the yellow color. This is the best gift
of the most beautiful girl in the world. From 1 July, 1 of the stars disappeared. There are glassware. Eliel Coffee - Eagor opens the coffin
in the air. They do not see the power and might of Christ.
There are many things. This is not Einstein. Mother's memory
is a problem. Thanks to American design. Ancient Kubile is gray clean.
A new golden coke. According to your decision, Russian law is very attractive in your life. 1 1 1 = Golden Garland.
Some changes do not change the gold or yellow.
Most children are no longer in industry and digital devices.
Russia has adopted the law. When I remembered my kid
and the colonel, I killed him in the Arab region.
Handling equipment can be used.
If you use untouched colors,
you need to pack rich colors.                       This image shows what happens
on a holiday day.
He was crazy. But he was a well-educated person.
Protecting the best places and desires of children
and children. Most importantly, protecting your knee
without God's help. Italy recovered but recovered.
He was in darkness in the darkness. The three-year American pool of money and pools is of high quality. Some differences are not yellow or yellow. Sports and the digital industry have many children.
Russia has passed the law. A woman living in the summer.
The white flames are white. Hair birds are one of the most beautiful girls
in the world. On July 9, he left. This article is a menu of small and national meals. Eli Stone is the perfect ash, Igor. He wants Christ.
I see not the Christ. Listen to your first debate with Mary.
It should be very hard. Prevents Einstein's sensitivity.
Usually you have hair, strange people, mothers, and bars.
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I love you. I love you. Remember Tennessee Coupons
and Your Bonus Card. A partnership agreement
with North Dakota died later in the Arab world. The device can be used. The devil again gave birth to a mysterious and distant child.
It was the only temple, and no one was injured.
White, black, white, leopard, without cream at first.
Large Buildings - White, White, North America, North America.
This will help to heat the yellow color.
This is the most beautiful girl's prize in the world.
On July 1, 1 star disappeared. There are glasses.
Eliot Coffee - Igor launches the coffin in the air.
They do not see the power and power of Christ. There are many things.
This is not Einstein. Mother's memory is a problem.
Thanks for the American design. Ancient Kubod Clean Ash
According to his decision, the new Russian ******* is very attractive
in his life. 1 1 1 = Golden Spring. Some differences are not yellow or yellow. Many children do not live in the industry and digital devices.
Russia has passed the law. When my son and Colonel recalled him,
I killed him on the Arabian territory. The device can be used.
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This picture shows what is happening on a holiday.It was sweet.
But that's a good thing. Protect the best and best wishes
and children's children. The most important,
protecting without God's protection. Italy was arrested,
but returned. He was in the dark in darkness. The third grade
and the pool is the highest quality. Some variations are yellow and yellow. There are many children in sports and digital dialects.
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White clothes are white. Various nouns in the world
are the girls of the most girls. On July 9, he went out.
This article is the menu of small and small menu.
Eli Stone is a legendary stone stone. He wants Christ.
I do not see Christ. Listen to your ear at first.
It must be very difficult. Changes the Einstein sensation.
Often you have your hair, men's flavors, men and bars.
My lord is a martyr of martyrdom. Hello! Hi.
American woman. It's very fun from the World War.
Russian law started. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Find Tennessee Cards
and the Tax Office. Cooperation agreement
with North Dakota was later in the world. Use an overlay.
Then the devil has again hidden from a hidden child.
It was a man, and someone was injured. White, white, white,
lever, without a loop. White House - White, White,
North America,
North America. This will help to color the color in color.
This is the world's most prestigious award.
On 1 July, one star was lost. There are four
The Eliot Airport starts at the examination airport.
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There are a lot of things. These are indestructible.
The problem of mother tongue is a problem.
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and women's protection. He returned to Italy
and was taken prisoner.
In the dark and in the dark. The third stage is the greatest problem.
Some variations are yellow and yellow.
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of the Holy Spirit, covetous man,
who is very pleased
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in the souls of their own. 1 1 1 = Spring Spring.
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live in the thoughts of a child In the age of digital digital.
Russia has passed a law. Both my son and Ambassador to him
and killed him on the ground.                      To use or envelope.
If you use a color, you do not need to be tried.
This picture shows what to do next.||. . .

Eli tossed the ****** novel aside; a radical tale
of painters in the far future when paint itself
would be illegal; arms dealers, drug traffickers,
*** workers gathering in dark interstellar holes
bored into passing comets & orbiting meteors
docking illegally at satellite ports & unloading
chemicals frozen into place by the artists
who can never let their identities be known;
all colors on earth are registered & trade marked
by the Beast's Corporation & so Space Art is
highly sought & lucrative but lethal as it can
made to explode w/ enough energy & radiation
to leave a small planet barren for millions of years;
the Beast is reasonably worried as Space Art, or
Action Painting [after the ancient school] is wildly
popular & traded openly for billions of dollars;
the Beast may be able to keep everyone stupid
& greedy but Art liberates them into heights of
ecstasy & kindled wisdom; freedom of thought
the last frontier no one suspected & so abrogated
their intelligence & imagination to fembots
     who pump their heads full of colorful action sequences;
the illegal paintings too stiff,   just stand or lean
& look back                       at one w/out blinking
& the female-computer-network unable to bear the silence,
initiates automatic shut-down of itself;         femportals
           abandoned on stations where the painted images
          projected on microcells to the clandestine buyers,
                 spread as an unseen mist through the various
                                             artificial environments;
                  the distant star                     paint miners
                  smoking up a storm & using steam-powered
                                                               fembots
                                      to mine for their oil & charcoal;
                                       Eli putting on the kettle for tea,
thinks about the fembots in the novel & calling a *******
demands she not speak; the girl arriving naked in stockings

Eli carried a rolled canvas the size of a large carpet
out to the field overgrown w/ wild poppies & threw
the canvas to the ground; walking back to the barn &
coming back w/ a bottle of paint in each hand; pours
them out ; the Chinese au pair working for them
takes another look out the second story window; it
rains hard; Eli comes in soaked & uncorks a jug of corn whisky -

the Chinese girl watching him like a   cat;
Eli feels uncomfortable under her gaze &
drinks his whisky -  then wrestling her to the floor,
Eli rapes her; the kids starts crying & the girl runs
upstairs; Eli goes back out to the field - back to the canvas

saturated w/ rainwater w/ barely a smear of red   &
brown paint remaining, poppy petals & leaves & twigs;
Eli goes to the barn & returns w/ a bottle of black paint
in each hand & dumps them on the canvas & goes
back to the barn & returns w/ a bottle of red paint in
one hand & bottle of red wine in the other; after dumping
the paint while drinking, Eli goes back into the house;

the Chinese girl stays in the babies room terrified of being
alone w/ the artist; Sarah & her parents pull the buggy up in
the yard, having gone visiting w/ Sarah's old aunt     Bettie;
Bettie must be pushing a hundred but still looks good naked,
Eli having seen her in a white sundress hanging laundry on
a bright day; he'd been inspired to paint Bettie on the   spot;
Bettie

in the bedroom of the luxury hotel suite;
the A-Lister snorted her coke & cried until seeing
the three-foot diva on a State
                    TV talk show prattling  about fashion
until finally spreading her short
              arms & legs wide,    the actress
knew she meant Eli;   out
of ******* the star set out to find
the little woman;             *** w/men always gave Eli a massive headache
but there were no men,                                            a lanky student-model
loping out of the bathroom
                   in single                        fishnet rolled to her knobby red knee
& torn pink satin slip;
               "Igor made coffee," she said, sniffing her   upswept red plastic   nose: "Have u got more coke?
           I'll **** ur **** again," she offered cordially;
"I'll just have coffee," he said,
stepping over the      prostrate         feminine bodies;
pouring a cup of black sludge,
                            he thought twice about drinking it:
Thankfully, Hel appeared ****-naked & taking the cup from his trembling hand drank the whole thing down; tepid & bitter,                  her eyes flew open at the pure stimulant, kissing each other on the mouth
                                            tasted like rubbing *****, Hel went into use the bowl & Eli stood there holding the empty cup
"Сегодня воскресенье. Мы должны пойти в церковь!" Hel called from behind the door; she loved to talk when she was taking a ****; perched atop the wide rim her legs open wide watching the brown chunks squeeze out & expand
as they fell into the wet hole; surely a metaphor for *****, but now she was God & Jesus was the ******* whom She loved; how many Christs have come & gone, she pondered; how many turds does one drop in a lifetime, each one an individual created & composed by events in the past; so like so many others, yet so like urself; a lonely **** in a pile of lonely turds...
"Hel, What the hell are u doing in there?"
God eats Angels & ***** out People, "hmm," she thought, scratching her fuzzy girl-stubble; the bitter black coffee turned her **** into black stick figure who simply lay prone atop one another like lazy sleepers having a siesta; she tooted a few stinky farts & dropped another few, smaller turds
"Finally," he chided as she came out tossing **** smeared tissue into the bowl; "**** u, Eli, can't a girl **** in peace?"
"Can I go next?" asked the skinny brunette w/ a little *****,
  hopping on one foot;
"Sonava; yes, yes,"                     Eli insisted, shooing the girl into the can;
"It's a good thing u didn't drink that coffee," said Hel, "u've **** urself by
  now."
"Is that what u did in there?"
"It all came out in the shape of ur **** from last night," she smirked, her English improving;
"U're all class, Hel," he retorted;
"Come back to bed; I show u what class I am."
"I thought u wanted to go to church; or were u full of ****?"
just then the girl in the bathroom farted so loud it resounded;
"I'll put on my strap-on & u hold her down," Hel suggested;
"Here that, sweety?" he said at the door.
"Can't wait," came the young voice

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Friday After Next 2002
Frost Nixon
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This Poem Was Written By Eli, Age 7,
(Assisted By An Ancient Mariner)

Wandering around the house,
Ole Man Nat, I found in bed,
Writing a poem on his tablet.

Invited in by the Ancient Mariner,
He offered me, a rare opportunity,
Join in, he said, two heads in beds
Are always better,
Especially when writing poetry!

The Poem:
The navy- colored deck umbrella,
Rocks back and fro,
Like a big sailboat,
Going in circles

Cloudy Sunday,
Just a pinch of blue,
Not enough to go outside,
So I am writing this bored poem

Glaring seas, small waves moving,
Gazing upon the bay,
Makes me tired and needy for
Body fuel,
It is after ten, and I have not had my
Breakfast yet!

Since I am already in bed,
Bring my breakfast to me,
Since someday I will be a
Father (and CIA agent too)
I might as well get used to it!

**At this point Eli split,
Cause breakfast was clearly
not going to be delivered.
While it was being set up,
Throwing a football to his dad,
Was preferable to completing his
Masterpiece.

Here’s the story of a guy named Eli,
Who is captain of the G men and well known.
He had a ring of gold, from the desert,
but it was all alone.

Here’s the story of a man named Brady
who was living large with three rings of his own.
He’s a hero, up in New England,
and has Gisele at home.

Till the one night when this Eli met this Brady
And they knew that it was much more than a hunch.
that Cruz would dance and Gronk would come up limping.
That’s the way that Eli ate Tom Brady’s lunch.
Tom Brady’s lunch, I played my hunch
that’s the way that Eli ate Tom Brady’s lunch.

Eli painting     /       the absence
of her gravity       .
in bright reds,               pinks                         &
oranges so it seem as
if the sun was growing brighter
                & brighter;
the Chinese au pair brought the
kids to the opening;                                .
Eli introduced her to his dealer
saying she was his latest muse &     inspiration;
flattered, the Chinese girl
  .             started drinking
white wine & had to brought            home
to sleep it off;
she wanted to sleep w/             Eli
again but he had         .
no patience for any         such involvement - Eli
waking up w/ the Chinese  girl
in his bed & Sarah w/ the kids;
Eli,                                                     .
Feeling like Abraham looking                      out
over the paint-stained poppy field
& thinking I will be the father  of  nations;

Eli wanted to bury the bodies
in the Irish girl's *** but she
wouldn't bend over until he
finally hit her w/ the shovel &
knocked her flat out & rolled
her over in the sun feeling
like a scarab paying homage
to the earth's abundance of
****: an endless pile going
back to the very first *******;
itself made of pure **** & after
emptying the big hole, Eli fills
it w/ its own dirt; the Irish girl
at one w/ the pasture, sound
asleep on the sloping hill; her
*** filled w/ bodies, Eli pats
the dirt down to a low mound

Chuckie wore a see-through negligee;
she was barely even there...Eli ******
the journalist and staggered in drunk..
The mountains of Montenegro were
pristine like snow-cones; Chuckie
didn't mind Eli ******* the reporter,
as she sat smoking, too wet to light up.
Her cigar was a thick roll of crack
******* but sweating so hard &
huffing the damp glass hose until dry
heaving & falling to the floor. "Chuck,
sit upright a-for ya choke," said Eli,
lifting his feathery wife by the hairy
ethereal armpit. "Uy, you're too wasted
for drugs. You needa drink somethin,"
he slurred helpfully. Nodding, she fell
into his arms, or against his chest &
also back to the floor but throwing her
over his shoulder, he went to find the
kitchen. The reporter was still naked,
trying to sneak out on tip-toe but he
caught her. His face glowed red beneath
his spiky shock of natural ***** blond;
***** because he'd been rolling in puke
& sweat & ***, his & hers. "Oh, you
ought to be my brush!" he cried, setting
his wife across a glass table & leaping on
the girl knocking her off her bare feet,
& dragging her through the carpeted house
to a spare back room filled with industrial
drums of various shades of enamel house
paints. Aware of what was coming, she
stiffened preparing for the artist to use
her scrawny body, all 4'8" of it, as had
previous generations, when Yves Klein
& Ann-Margret, her childhood idol,
created memorable masterpieces utilizing
the nubile **** female body as a living
paint
brush

Eli had no reason to hang around
while the band shaved their skulls
& went full-tilt Nihilism, singing
about nothing at all. Normally
immune to Strychnine, Jane was
spontaneously bleeding from the
face; seeing his opportunity, Ivan
pulled her onto the stage.
Thereupon the crowd erupted in
furious moshing;
The Band revisited DEAD POWER,
played Brutal Church & songs from
the ***** Tour, encore after encore
while Jane was brought to the Hosp.
Knowing Eli Simple was a known
collaborator with the riotous band,
the Russian Police, informed that Eli
had flown to Montenegro, the police
tried to extort a bribe from the
feckless poet-musicians; It was Ivan
who suggested a Benefit Concert for
the police. Of course, everyone
agreed. Instead of shutting the band
down they were plugged into the City's
power grid & blacked out Eurasia ...

The morning sun returning sleepily
to the gilded old city, no arrests had
been reported the entire night; all brawls
broken out in the spirit of jocular fun,
black eyes & bruises notwithstanding.
Jane was the talk of the town: "Like an
American Horror Movie!" they said.
Chuckie's stick figure had been fitted
into a red bikini & she sat smiling,
tanked up on coffee in the day room.
Eli handed her his glass of whisky &
lita cigarette. The head housekeeper
also greeted the man of the house
with a hearty smile; "Oh, MIster
Simple, I am so happy you brought
home Miss Arzhaiana. My gransparants
are Chukchi." The newlyweds took
turns drinking from the glass.
Chuckie was already thirsty & Eli
inevitably bored. The News was filled
with multiple contradictory reports
of the St. Petersburg Policeman's
Benevolence Society Fundraiser,
which raised no money but the city's
overall morale was greatly improved.
Every citizen had an unflinching
grin on their face, as if overnight
they'd been purged of the vilest
demons of their country's centuries
of violent repression & persecution.

Fear, fear, what do you fear?
Come near, come near
Tell us what you do fear

Little Eli wonders
If he should fear
What the fear fears

But he does not know yet
What the fear fears
The fear has not appeared

Little Eli wonders
If the fear did not hear
The fear would not come near!

Fear, fear, what do you fear?
Please hear, please hear
Let yourself appear*

Little Eli wonders
What the fear fears
So it won't even hear

Eli Simple walked into the lush grain
field; tall onions in bloom surround the sharp
yellow spears swaying in the easterly wind;
crows' cawing overhead the onion purple &
bald; cows graze in the green valley, sheep
on the grassy green hill; the last page of
Eli's last short story sitting in the roller
of the refurbished Remington manual
he'd written his bestsellers on; Eli Simple
would be mourned by the _ & compared to
by __; Eli Simple lay dead in the field
from a gunshot to the temple just like
Van Gogh or so Eli imagined death to be

Young Eli set the bodies
on fire in the backyard;
the new neighbors weren't landed                                                         gentry;
he came over to see the daughter;
when was Eli ever sixteen;
she began to go over the field to see him
he'd be outside blasting heavy metal &     throwing      paint  at    a    canvas;
her family was from NYC & she'd attended Sarah Lawrence
so art wasn't new to her
         especially this art;
are u trying to be another Jackson            P    ollack
                             she asked derisively;
Eli slapped her & she hit the wet grass
I am ******* Jackson Pollack
there were no more questions;
the critics picked it up & he was called reborn
w/ an identity crisis that left him w/ no identity;
they married & moved back to her old                                  neighborhood
where Eli continued to paint all over the room
& on the roof so there was paint everywhere;

when Eli went back to the farm he was rich
& she went w/ him although she would                        rather
                               have
stayed in New York

Igor found himself producing the hot new reality podcast
about the first [known] father-son transgender family;
he only produced the pilot then left the States in disgrace
after homophobic thugs attacked the set & beat down
the cast & crew in a ****** riot captured live on multiple
hi-def cameras from the multiple angles
already set up for the extravagantly
over budgeted podcast [his master footage recorded
                                      on multiple flashdrives
hidden all over his person - the podcast project
went ahead w/out him backed
             by lucrative corporate funding, Igor editing  
                the original material into his next feature;
Eli lowered the tinted window & passed Igor the Cuban,
Igor lighting it on his way around to the passenger side;
YA ne mogu ostat'sya v Rossii, he says; why's that?    
asks Eli, lighting his own cigar & driving off;
Boleye poloviny prestupnikov - gey; Eto stanet khorosho
izvestno; Eli waswatching the street, scouting for new talent;
u can't worry about that kind of ****, Igor. u showed people
what those ******* are really about - - a bunch of angry ****
                          w/ shaved heads,
who knew; opening the sun roof,
         Eli blew the Cuban's smoke
towards the Saint Petersburg sky;
      Igor reclining the leather seat,
[         ] [               ],          [             ]        
                           [                ], [          ] ,           [         ]
[             ]                     [              ], [                ]
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Larissa Lou McCasky is hurting relapses needs Clyde Eli Moskowitz to stay at her side and more than anything he wants to help her through this difficult time yet there is nothing he can do but watch his most precious angel be devoured in her own flames at first it is drinking he can not keep up with her she drinks until she feels oblivion next drugging she goes back to old destructive ways she practiced after divorce 15 years ago Clyde will not go there with her Larissa stops writing reading her sewing machine sits dormant hairs around her ******* grow long she makes demands he is not capable of giving Clyde is *** addict he reads to Larissa from Yukio Mishima’s Madame de Sade “the more exalted the man the more refined his pleasures” Larissa learns from Clyde then she insists on more goes beyond him buffalo meat is tough Clyde shows her how to cook it with water little lime juice Larissa repudiates his coaching she prefers to chew the meat tough sometimes she hears war drums beating in her heart Clyde owns 3 guns in his house 2 pistols and a shotgun he keeps them hidden from Larissa

2

spirit dog is dog that stays long after dog dies sometimes spirit dog needs to be fed or water left out in case spirit dog is thirsty spirit dog makes you question did you do enough when dog was alive spirit dog dogs you with faint sounds in house dogs you in dreams in bed at night dogs you when you look in face of other dogs spirit dog does not ever leave your side

3

the artist is will always be at odds with him/herself society the system when his/her work becomes viable commercially it becomes corporatized part of the system imagine Nine Inch Nails song Closer lyric “i want to ******* like an animal” becoming elevator music

4

concerning creation establish location characters then sit back let imagination go wild take your time think it through the weirder the better there are no mistakes just pure improvisation

5

what power did her dog Sweeny sanction within Larissa that Clyde could not fulfill? was it Sweeny’s absolute dependency that brought out her nurturing instinct? Clyde needs Larissa yet wants her more than he needs her when spirit dog inside Larissa gets hungry she indulges him

6

Larissa takes to the streets and that’s where real damage commences slow at first old man with worn out $20 bill then young punk who shoves her out penniless with mouthful of *** then biker dude gives her lift unto back of Harley rides her back to clubhouse feeds her rohypnol 13 men pull a train stub out lit cigarette butts on her face and ******* then crack 2 front teeth shoving shotgun down her throat another up her *** and take bets on where the shots will meet they decide instead to leave her naked with no water in the desert Mexicans sneaking across border rescue her escort her to Tucson she finds her way to Clyde’s house begging he stands in doorway sees missing teeth scars on cheeks chin above left eye damage beyond his understanding how to fix feels both fear and tears welling up lies to her tells her he has new girlfriend she knows he’s lying wanders off gets arrested for vagrancy then disorderly conduct then prostitution

7

every author faces the dilemma of how to fix what they have broken if the work is to be original then it must break from convention

8

Larissa Lou McCasky has an epiphany in Pima County jail when she gets out she will find a job sewing or writing or proof-reading maybe all 3 then she will find a dog and after she is settled Larissa will look up Clyde Eli Moskowitz and try her best to win him back and regain paradise lost yet knowing it is unlikely she will gratefully accept whatever comes her way and remember to honor respect spirit dog and vigilantly at times keep him on leash

9

Larissa keeps promise to herself she and Clyde meet at Sky bar it is 3 years since their first meeting she has more gray hair than he her teeth are patched up

LARISSA i’ve missed you Clyde and thought about us a lot

CLYDE i’ve missed you too Larissa you look lovely like good things are happening around you i forgot how beautiful you are

LARISSA chill on the flattery Clyde i’ve found a new dog and named it Eli after you he’s ******* outside see him

CLYDE wow that’s your Catahoula hound that licked my hand on the way in wow where did you find him

LARISSA animal rescue hey Clyde if you don’t mind i’ll just cut to the chase you know i want to come home with you

CLYDE slow down girl one step at a time let’s order some drinks and talk and yes i would love getting back with you

BARTENDER may i help you

LARISSA yes i’d like a Shirley Temple and my friend here can have whatever he wants my treat

CLYDE guess i’ll have what the lady is having

LARISSA you quit drinking too

CLYDE yup starting now with you

LARISSA i love you Clyde i really truly do

Hel,      Eli,        Igor & TT
              were blinded
by walls of paparazzi;
       Hel & TT posing;
                                                       Igor & Eli turning
                                                 up their collars
                  & going inside;
                              the club,                  packed w/ hot
         sweating bodies of teenage
                       tgirls & girls
w/ utterly no distinction & barely any space between
       them; Igor slipping away,
Eli winding his way through
the velvet tunnel
                       to
         the bar at the                    far  end of the dark cave;
Hel & TT,                          done outside
& TT carrying the lightweight         Hel on her shoulder,
                  found Eli at the bar

I went to Lancaster looking for the Amish Rimbaud;
the kid who left the farm at sixteen,
trailed by his cradle-love; she doesn't get it,
doesn't know what she's in for;
Eli goes outside of Pennsylvania
to the nearest other place & lands in the ghetto
where his paintings sell in a pop-up storefront gallery
where he meets Vanessa & who takes him to Unknown Town;
Amy never far away w/ & no cellphone loses him
when the bar turns dark & people are walking rainbows
holding knives & overflowing bottles of love;
it snowed that winter & Eli was sick vomiting green,
writing between bouts of violence;
never thinking the mother of another man could ever care;
rejecting his own mind he spent the night w/ crazy Lisa,
the one everyone loved like a kid sister,
who was thrown into the street
by her stepfather;
she repeated her tale to the cops;
Amy found Eli bleeding in the street  
feet from the alley door to the rock and roll club;
Vanessa left for New York leaving him enough drugs to get home on,  
Lisa dying in the asylum unsung & worried;
Eli never went back to Lancaster,
following Vanessa & looking up a friend of hers,
signed a deal to put his drunken confusion on the market;
Amy however went home to Lancaster & hung herself in the barn,
the poet's name on her purple lips