i like it when a Jan comes up and talks to me
but i also know that sometimes they're not happy when
i go up and try to talk to them. so.
is it a tic to be authentic in the workplace?
it is if what you do or say there burns your face
that's when you know your service is involuntary
the trick is to dissolve into a million pieces
the beauty of the moons and stars and their remoteness
the needle stopped at midnight in the full completeness
Reptily-ily
She sits me in a parlor like where you'd blow the butler and says she was a little concerned because i looked like a thug in my picture. I look at her a little harsh at the same time she's saying not in person though, not at all.
I was all ok, got a bathroom? I think the Jan felt obligated to wait for me in the salon de fellatio to demonstrate her mindful wakefulness towards diversity and inclusion. Or she was delirious on shiv or fasting. She let me wander from room to room demonstrating my low urgency towards getting to know her better. I did feel urgent, but it was more about the Jan's purse, which was gaping open on a plinth.
Then there were five shiny coins in my pocket as i told her i could hear the horn calling all the way from Chukkachank, that i'd learned to distinguish it from the cry of a bird, so i'd better get going now.
Bitch did not miss a beat. Oh, that's a shame, hope i didn't offend you, good to meet you tho, got everything?
MPS got me? Not even a butch K's dick from the mouth of the coils. I say what, it's an emergency? They're like naw, we like coming up in this neighborhood.
So you just ignoring the calls from fucked-up barrios?
Naw, they got they own justice.
Say i know a Jan who's DTF. What say you check her out to see she ok and let me catch my spring.
The one MPS goes that's not us, craning out her neck. We take you instead and abuse you in our jail.
Hahahahaha! I was cracking up and slapping my thigh until they jabbed me with a pharmsupply corrective and did exactly what they said they would.
They have special restraints like the ones for Ks but tiny for hybrids. I was awake and screaming with my mind only. I was mostly angry not in pain. They figured out the location of my flap vents and dorsal expressors and drained as much funk as they could.
I get back to the hangar acting normal. I curl up behind a bone mound breathing deeply. I can't blame anyone. My ancestry is recklessness, but they say it's all about choices.
and others, a real cuckoo shop
a day already showy and sinister
but it's the brain that won't stop
i am leftover history from yesterday
yet i can survive and observe
these same lamps rugs paintings
when i close my eyes i can see
blackness on a bright field in the
shape of the common mirror
grey shadows of rugs paintings
lamps perhaps primeval forest
i am the only living exemplar of
my species in this time zone
and going off to bed could end
up initiating an extinction event
by Jan
Guess i could go out and pull down the hangar door.
Fore it gets dark?
Could be.
We enjoy full, rich lives.
Yes, many layered.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
they wanted to feed their babies with
my grief like they knew the wheel of
life that their system was wise that
brutality makes way for innocence
by Missy
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.]
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