Brandon you shouldn't....

so what are you telling me?

-You're not deaf man...or stupid. No...alright one more time
for everyone. okay...

This man bursts into this ice cream parlor, with a gun. He's
really loud and then his voice just disappears. EVERYONEs voice
goes out and even sound is mute. There you could almost hear his
shoes. He moves all threatingly. The poster by the window blows
out these weird orb...more puddy...like colors. Blue, green, yellow
Variations of red. As he gets closer to the counter, The orbs
expand. They begin to fade into the room, or integrate with it.
It's pink and blue and green. No ones making a noise, and we're
watching the room change colors. And the man, he's real mad.
He yells...or has the face of someone yelling at the top of his
lungs. At the cashier, whose scared. He's insisting something.
he's clothes are like black symbols or patterns all over this
bright red suit. His pistol, which he reveals at the brink of
his yelling, is a hot red. Like his gun was sitting in a fire.
he points it at the man. He looks like he doesn't want to, but then
he looks like he's not giving him choice, then almost satisfied...
and this is me, but like he knew the world wouldn't disappoint...
like "same ol humanity" a cynical viewpoint. I was stuck on his
face when the gun goes off. His arm rattles, light from the gun
painted on his face. It goes on for very long. You know something
i noticed. People panic less when One, there isn't loud sounds...
and Two, when they can't hear the sound of their screams. It kinda
feels weird. Like screaming helps people reassure themselves to
flip out. I didn't look at the mans face blow away...but i
saw everyone elses face and their face made something cross of
repulsion, suprise, fear...and fear was like the after taste. when
i looked at the cashier, he was in the middle of his fall, and when
i was looking, i just saw a blur of pink flesh (a fraction of second)
then he collapsed behind the counter. Back to the killer, he moved
really slow. Arm retracting. Then quick glances; left right.
He storms out of the store. Odd huh...no money, no...ice cream?
I mean what else could he want? Oh the room stayed the same. It was
still up in a mess of colors. Then people run out. They go to the
glass doors, make quick glances, then bolt. Some people run...
others stay and try to make sense of the colors and the silence.
the color then turns back into shapes. They float back to the poster
"what kinda shake would you like?" It said. I think, i hadn't noticed
it before...but the poster was black and white, and as the orbs
bounce back into it...it restored it's color. then I could hear
a hum...loud chattering followed, then louder, even louder, then it
got quiet...nobodies mouths moved. They were watching the orbs and
each other. It was like waiting for the brave to say something.
The little kids in the back broke the tension. The dream was over.
someone called the cops for the man behind the counter...most
people, employees even, bolted out the door. I sat there. i didn't
move a muscles. My ice cream dripped all over my hand. I might have
stood up...very slowly. I looked at everything. i looked at the
poster. I figured i should leave...i watched a man on the phone
with the police. He too was looking. he saw me too. Gave me this
"i know huh, 'what the hell?" look. i couldn't agree more. I
put my ice cream down...

Orange and Green on a cone.
Maybe it was the ice cream. A face so devious, so malicious, the
minute eyes set upon it, should it not have made a stony face
minutes strewn lain, then face did sour, pruned, and pinched...like
strong liquid at the base of the muscles barred in by teeth. It
was the suit, it shouldn't have, but it was, and it did what it was
looked to have done, because i couldn't stop looking at it. And
stupid, a man with ice cream running down his arm...liquid lines.
oh and another...ah but she was grossed out. Good for her.
OWW~! that monstrious loud noise... can hardly put two words together
in my head with that sound...oh good it stopped...huh...what he
runs, outside. Nice....jogging...down the street. Across the street.
Sidewalk becomes his tracks and he's going. His pant legs kick up..
green socks? Vooosh.. he's gone. All the color...the miraculous
chameleon...no. i can see patterns in mid air...Moving at the
rhythm of someone running. He's still moving. No one there.
Not a single human wall all the way to...to...to a cloud (red) just
opened. It's touching base...belly down on the end of the street.
Like a fly i lost him...but he ran inside, and in a supernova the
portal closes. The cloud recedes back into the sky. And nothing
on earth looks real. Let me pull up and...thats it. A few blocks
away from the Ice cream parlor. A lone street, two intersections that
vanish a block ahead, then grainy dust. It's sand that moves to
black void. (My glasses are painted)
I'm talking them off and...i'm blind. There is nothing
but milk and shadows, or that's how it looks like. But
I can see my glasses just fine. And...someone drew on them.
Watercolor from this angle, but if i put them on, i can see
the colony of fleshy ants. Sad. No use to pump a tear.
As well as my reality is just as insignificant, i blow
on the glass of my lens, use my sleeve, and rub out the

paint.



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I put my glasses back on.


Two Two

eyes of a dog.

Manifesting from the darkness of space. Are they
reflecting my eyes? A wolf is a killer and symbolism
(aside from color) has always been hard to decipher.


What was i supposed to do? Wasn't i watching something?

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My ear is ringing.
I gotta find my way out. I see
before me a non linear path.
I am the center of the universe. I haven't taken
a step in a very long time. Could i do that to everyone?
















Bang.

OrangeandGreenona cone.