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So its magic you’re after? Close your eyes. Wake up dreaming. Stay completely still. Don’t move a single muscle in your entire body. Poof! Every dollar disappears and every institution abiding by their destruction dissipates. Shhh. You don’t have to say a thing. Magic lives between my pink plump lips. Don’t you want a taste again? They say third times a charm, let’s take a couple more swings and see for our selves, make every number ours. Stop letting them take our sight! Start counting down instead. Five four three two one boom! Baby’s got balance! Look at me on the edge of this bus bench girl! I’m king of the world. I’m yours to control. Stop letting them take away your ability to balance everything you ever dreamed of in one single breath? Do you have any idea how powerful you are child? Take your senses back! Touch the palest parts of my wrist with your tongue. Run your middle finger down the length of my spine. When you run out of room, go inside. Listen to the rainfall over dawn. It’s a morning yawn to you. I’m waiting for you. I’m a hound dog; it’s hardly possible to outrun me. I already have the scent of you. Its stuck in the back of my throat like a memory of childhood. I’ll wait, sinisterly. Eventually your purple dress will snag a hacked up tree on the forest floor. Then you’ll be smacking my soaking wet lips off your face. ‘Demian, please! This is hardly the place to suck face! If you give me one more story, I’ll never love you again! We are not children!’

‘What a nasty way to ask me to kiss you, dear girl, where are your manners? Have you no decency!’ Fuck you. Chase me.

‘Hurry boy, I’m tired of being on the waitlist for you. Either you kiss me now, or the story will die in the hands of a dead child waiting. There is nothing decent about me! I am covered in the despicable glances of a thousand drunk fucks wanting to taste. What’s the matter kid? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did you think you were the only one? No, dear, there is death everywhere. Hardly anyone’s soul is left alive. I should know. I’m the one who numbs them.’

‘I know. And I’m the one who puts them to sleep. First they feel nothing. Then I read. Then they see a shadow moving in the dark. They think it might be a memory. They want to reach out. But they retreat under a fortress of sheets instead. I grow tired of their stupefied sniffles. I’m not afraid to scare them. I put a pause on the greatest bedtime story ever told and take a handful of sheet, start dragging it off their curled up body, shaking, screaming, clenching on to every inch that they can for dear life.’

‘Leave me alone! Let me die numb. I’m comfortable where I am. Look! I have pills to forget. I have pills to sleep. I have an eternal distraction so I never have to wake up. I never have to face eternity. I never have to see myself looking. Look, I can perform an entire lifetime in this body and never remember who I am. That isn’t my reflection!’ She sneaks a peak between her fingers. The shadow is dancing. ‘She’s so beautiful.’ She starts screaming. ‘Demian, you’re insane! If that is my own, than why is my body motionless! This doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never known how to dance like this. How can I speak every language fluently when I fall asleep? Why does waking up feel like a nightmare? Why do I need to get out of bed as quickly as possibly? Why do my sheets need to align perfectly? Why does she go away with the sun? Why don’t we sleep forever, if dreaming is the only thing living in this shit show? Tell me, you fuck! You’re the one who ripped my sheets off! Bet you didn’t think I was naked underneath. No what? I’m lying before you, I’m wanting. I’m sick and twisted and soulless, according to your wild calculations. Will you assign me a number? Will you line me up with the rest and take us all out with one perfectly timed advertisement of our self? Or am I special? Come now Demian, admit it; you’ve disintegrated before the nakedness of me. Your love leaves you weak and motionless. You look so stupid just standing there. Move!’ I am frozen, staring. She opens her eyes. I cry. She calls me a baby and tells me to set the alarm for midnight. Midnight? My love, we’ve just woken up. Where could you possibly have to be in the midst of tonight? 
Midnight? My love, we’ve just woken up. Where could you possibly have to be in the midst of tonight? ‘Fuck your questions P. Fuck me in spite of you. Chase me! Watch me stay completely still. Let me teach you how to dance alongside a memory; disappear into your own shadow. Tonight.'
It must be you.