he's hot
he thinks he's hot
he thinks it's hot that he thinks he's hot
he thinks "we're hot"
he thinks "i'm hot"
he's hot
he thinks he's hot
he thinks it's hot that he thinks he's hot
he thinks "we're hot"
he thinks "i'm hot"
in fact i hesitate to breath, lest it hear
me i brought yesterday to its knees
today's resistant to change
it was a rubber band, but it
flipped like a locust from my
ear to my elbow and then
hopping against the foot
to the floor, wigged out baby
you call in an interruption
in order to prove your
borderline designation
i do not wish to cross over
my stand is here, on my ass
have no purchase only sass
have no sass, only a penchant
without a penchant i'm
lying down with other species
bleeding into the upholstery
wigged out baby
i make my stand at home with Shab
a place of great humor and tedium
coming in we have to check each other's
eyes to see what wild remains attached
FRIENDS' HANGAR: Jan, now nearly full size, stands frontally abutted to a scaffolding built into the side of a high cliff. Her feet and tail are partially buried in the dunes of the Lowchank district. At eye level, she can see pine trees, and a bit above that there is only sandstone made deeply groovy by rains. The shadow of the horizon makes a line in the shape of the mountain across her forehead. Reptily stands on the scaffolding shaking out their cape and staring straight into Jan's nostrils, which occasionally emit a welcome and full-body warming blast. Reptily is using their tiny mouth hole to communicate, but Jan, for anatomical reasons, can only speak with her mind only.
REPTILY: Ya, see this flat part on the back of my head? I feel limited by it.
JAN: Oh why?
REPTILY: I just feel like if there was a curve there I'd feel less constrained in my thinking processes.
JAN: That's a K head Chama look at mine!
REPTILY: But you look practically full blood when yer here. I'm pretty much stuck in the fuzzy middle ground.
JAN: Ya yor too big to get in the hygienist elevator. But you skittered up that scaffolding like a dung beetle!
REPTILY: Ya my vestments have been mistaken for an exoskeleton. It's just flocked rayon.
JAN: ...
REPTILY: I wanted to meet here because it reminds me of home. I was born and raised at Friends' Hangar.
JAN: Is that so?
REPTILY: Ya there was a time when I was small enough for the lift and even rather pretty by yor standards. They called me Missy.
JAN: HAHA! I mean, you're still pretty.
REPTILY: Fortunately I have some options like with the head tuft, which is retractable, see?
JAN: Ooo. You know, we all have our unique struggles of difference don't we?
REPTILY: There's no one like me. You can mostly pass on either side of the Crack.
JAN: And it's also not our fault.
REPTILY: On the one hand you can blame the MPS-Pharmsupply merger for our disfigurement, but we also only have them to thank for the Extinction Takeback Agreement and therefore our existences.
JAN: Would you go that far? It was the merger that wiped out K's to begin with.
REPTILY: We were enslaving their people.
JAN: We were being our natural selves in the context of nature. I hate it when the losers get to write history.
BOTH: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Guessing it's a result of struggling with your own random or self-diagnosed atypical gender impulses preferences fetishes, which you think you have to subdue, or that the domination over them itself is the fetish, and you think maybe everybody loves that
What the?
I'm referencing your comment about one of the sisters who tends to resist gender classifications.
If you mean Reptily i only used the word ambiguous.
Well you went maybe a little farther, like suggesting all Ks are genderless or shouldn't be allowed to even have a sexuality much less a gender status in society...
Well maybe if you say that the other way around, I mean society really? Ks are a species completely separate from the society and whole system of gender logic which really applies only outside the phenomena.
Ok, as with so many issues, a fact we really need to confirm before we can even begin to come to a society-wide and cross-species consensus on what our rights are and what our rights mean.
You always forget the responsibilities.
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
hopeless causes novena
please humor me
now and forever
your forensic engine
is it that ruined jungle
temple? i hope so
no flower is too flowery
my decay creates
homes for other creatures
hillbilly jehovahs
and some never before seen
free agents mucking
in the grid and its filters
don't need an identity
to feel comfortable
i am legion in my
systems and operations
for and against each other
you say it's all fine
i'm a signature
you are the line
don't want to fly
without the ground
i'm a plane
you are the sky
baggage claim
lost & found
just one spark
can cause a dumpster fire
in the hoarded memes
of my desire
The Legendary Nicki Lynne Diamond
MISSING
Jan Jansdaad
For Three Moons
Contact me on POD.
Jan
Jan's husband Jan Jansdaad and his close personal friend Lord Lloyd Bentbridge are on an evening constitutional coursing and frequently switching back throughout the district. The streets, homes, walks that frame the men are all constructed of stone, or bricks made of compressed stones, cement made from stone dust, decomposed granite, or just dust. They stop when they see the papyrus.
Lloyd: Looks like a Jan has gone missing. I wonder if it's
Jan: That's my Jan. I'm the Jan. You haven't seen her.
Lloyd: I apologize for not having made that connection.
Jan: It's in the name.
Lloyd: Indeed.
Jan: I'm glad you're only thinking of me and not my sorrow.
Lloyd: I want to get you back to my place.
Jan: Yes Lord.
bars closing down to my right and left
windows go black as i pass
nothing here left to do
solid shadow dammed between the trees
the park extinguished in a hush
if this is where i must find love
i consecrate this night to what's ahead
two or three species might have seen
my next ten steps into the void
the fragrant precipice and buzzing depths
static on the scalp and fingertips
light growing where the street picked up again
betrayed the sense i'd crossed into a realm
never to come back again
the way i've come to find love is
Ikea Holyoake
I see you speaking into the common mirror. Look into my eyes now, and repeat your last statement to the sisters.
What. What's this about?
Into my eyes. Say it.
Ok, finally we must condemn all societal rape including those which are perpetrated among the auspices of a private governing body.
Right, well you looked bored at having to repeat it, but it did not lack any sign of human effusion.
As observed in my other formal appearances?
Bitch you even do it on MonstaLine.
...
You even do it when you use the common mirror as an actual mirror.
You're coming for my personality and that's making me extremely uncomfortable.
I know. I can see that on your normal face that you have when you're not speaking to the mirror.
...
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It's sad to see what's happening and I'll tell you what's happening. It's not just you. Sisters speak into the common mirror and manifest they face they think they having all the time.
Ok, that's why the vain bitches always look so good.
That's correct. And if you think you look like a hollowed-out shiv skank...
I look like a...
No. But some do. And it's not just cosmetics. You know the best cosmetic.
Love.
... You know that... may be better I was gonna say self-regard but yours has more dimensions.
No. You just taught me that. Just now.
Both: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Phyliss [trans.]
when i turned my face the answer was
a wide-jowled moon low in the trees
ignorance
like youth is so refreshing
Spring hath not these qualities
Spring offensive, spring
baldly rolling while broken
origins in question
Spring a mere rewarming
new life, that furry coating?
dread of Spring's attention
and it makes me feel things
that's how specific the rain is
in fact rain is general in the neighborhood
i'm not trying to rhyme but the best word is really
pain, as in when there's an additional pain
along with the rain, you can blame it... oh shit.
for example at the moment
the rain has calmed and my emotions with it
but what remains is a physical symptom of
ill an ache no worse for me
than acne. Even tho it kills.
Kills not as in good and it not as in
primary cause. But how can death
be so complicated.
It can't "be" anything from a first-person
point of view. Not in this clean town.
We are provided imaginative templates.
It's rarely good news in the first person,
i'm guessing from observation.
Apart from being better than pain.
ya they say never hand over a knife to the patient
do they say that and no i don't believe that happened
it happened and it's my fault because i thought we were both lucid
it's a personal place a central place
i know this there is symbolic content i feel all that i knew as soon as
as soon as
as soon as i saw you slash so deeply and so far i realized
you realized i slashed
i realized that it would be a symbolic moment and an existential question
not whether or not i'd survive but
right not that but whether or not you could deal with having destroyed
that specialized area
that no one would ever again see the tissue that had connected you to your mother
but now you act like
i'm not acting i'm telling you if i did it you did it it doesn't matter it's still there inside
because it turned out ok right how you mean because it looks like a real navel
no because you are no longer exposed to that reminder of dependency
you could do the same to my mouth so no one could see the hole i have to eat through
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