Doctor of Influence

coincidental lies

The Doctor of Influence loathes [everything ]

I awaken from a ninety seven league deep sleep

upon the surface of the hardwood desk. The class is 

OVER

I grab my notebook, glance at the only thing I wrote:

I have finally found you

but you are forever somewhere else

I dream of that place. . . 

I pour cement on your heart 

to maintain the illusion.

Outside, the film of my brain illuminates a lime colored green, O light, Sweet Lights o' Dawn drawn against the blooming grass, Green with Golden hues of the reflection of the suns newly arrived presence. 

My thoughts become scrambled in the wake of the sun. My dreams

unscramble

themselves

like bruised purple veins under Jupiter's storm.

[All of this is but a story]

I stand up and humanize and harmonize with everything at once. The film of my brain glows red from the light of the brick walls being sucked into my pupil like a psychometric black hole. Thousands of misshaped bricks stacked and topped upon each other, growing bright in the ripening morning, alive with crimson influence. 

The flowers glow as well, their scent laced with sexual undertones 

of silent memory..

I walk back to the alley behind the dormitory building to get my pack of Crimson Cigs. I imagine them not being where I left them, and going on the next few days without them. I think also about the possibility of someone finding the CC's and give them to the police.

But alas their existence in the core of my buttered brain remains true, like a mirror in my mind, I move the stacked bricks and find the Cigs. I pop one in between my lips and light it. The blood clouds birth and then dissolve in the wind, the smoke sucked out the opposite end of the alleyway. The veins in my body swell with a memory. No, it is just a dream, not a memory. The dream flows through my body, and the Dream fills my lungs and pumps crimson clouds into my heart and I blow out the smoke. Red clouds, O sleepless red Clouds. They float toward the stratospheric ceiling Blue, and it is a great contrast of colors, Red and Blue.

And then sun casts its animated gaze upon me. 

Bright-- too bright, and I place my Ray Bans that I stole from the mall upon my nose,

  (My Nose, My Nose, My Kingdom for a Nose) and I see an augmented reflection of my

gaping eye " magnified by perhaps an ocular reticule of 7 

(Seven "  Sevin)

7777777777777

“Hello, Sevin.”

The voice floats into my right ear and dissolves out my left before my brain can register it; I am fascinated with this enhanced portrait of my eyeball right before my very eye, lost in wonder staring at this vague lens with my eye painted upon it, the vague lens and the vague detail of the lights

ghostly parallel.

I forget about the voice, 

“Hey a*****e.”

I turn and flip her off. “WHAD'A'YA WANT?”

“Gimme a RED.”

I give her one, her her her her her, she she she she lights it with my my my 

orange BIC lighter

Bloody clouds emanate around us, pouring like a fountain out of Mara's nostrils.

Her eyes become pregnant with Crimson Influence. Her lips swell in allergic Influence. Her bosom SWELLS in tempting INFLUENCE.

I scan my eyes all around her and at the Void around us. Damn, there are rats around us with little hearts in them and there are birds flying above us taking s***s and there are things Alive everywhere, a red ant crawls in a meaningless existence, but it Crawls God D****t, and there are People, precious and disgusting people [peep hole] everywhere, and I scan all of this with my 

synthetic eyes, 

authentic skies reflecting lens

O Cruel Valley 

The sun 

grows hotter every second but 

we persist.

She says to “Say SOMETHING.”

My tongue dances, 

“I can't think of anything to say that is worth saying whenever you are around. I can't even breathe. You see through my black veil, you hammer my shell until it cracks. I want you here but I want to be alone so I can think of you. So I can imagine being sprawled out upon your mattress tongue, under the starlit sky, or is that just your teeth? O the galaxy of your breath, every Particle of Nonsense you call Words is artificial. You ask me if I want you [today] even though I wanted you (yesterday). My dreams surface to the iris of my ocean, they float there for you to find. I caught all of Her fish and set them free, but I am going to eat Yours, O Blonde shimmered Mara. In the evening I cast a line and hooked onto your sun, and I tugged and pulled with every fiber of my being until I reeled in the entire Universe, and you are in there, and I am in there, and everyone and everything is in there. Even though there are a trillion parallels to this life, I would still choose you over your reflection in the mirror. I will peel your skin off and layer by layer until I reach your beating heart so I can place my lips upon it and kiss your melody.”

She drops the Red and stomps on it with her decaying Converse until the light goes out.

“Lets go,” she says, and she pulls my hand until I can't remember or even 

wake up.

Author's Note

O Cruel and desolate Globe, thank you.

Reviews

[ZackOfBridge]

D****t, I read your stories while I'm at work and forget to comment on them. I'm digging this doctor series you've got a goin on. It looks to me like you're writing a novel and you may not even know it. The prose (beauty) in this is futtin sweet, as always, you're doing something cool.

[Chadvonswan]

Hey thanks man! I really appreciate it. Yeah, I think I'm going to try to turn this into the book that has never been written before. My newest doctor installation (inebriation) is a little too over the top tho...it doesn't really flow with what I've already written. Idk. Thanks for reading Zak

[ZackOfBridge]

Yeah I read inebriation last night and agree that it doesn't exactly jive with the rest of the Doctor's. It is not as contemplative. Inebriation was pretty wild haha

[Chadvonswan]

Yeah I think I might just change the title to sumpin else.

[Solitary_Streets]

The world play here is sick man, so many things going on it's crazy and flows great. A goddamn artist has got to do what feels right, right? So good job man let it go, let the swell take you man, great job.

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

That's a jive a*s story, home skillet with french fries.

[Laura Lynn]

I think perhaps that nothing more pristine/ aesthetically pleasing has ever been written. This woman is so beheld such a planet of lights and what type of healing is this? Surely there is no longer any cruelty or desolation with this red...if only it could last forever but then I guess it would not be real or muddy, (not that there is mud in here just sayin) the mud exists outside of the stary then

[Chadvonswan]

I love the words flowing from your squishy brain and onto this fake fake screen of mine. Thank you for reading my love.

[The Twin Arenas]

it's good. for something so grotesque with style (which is good) it's like this little condensed thing. like, the event itself. nuts, man.

[Chadvonswan]

Thanks man I like your words. I think I rushed this one a bit, i feel there is a lack of something...idk s**t...
Thanks for reading man!!!!
Let's stay Nuts

[The Twin Arenas]

yeah, there might be. I didn't hit me as hard as the last one, but i think it just needs some polish. I liked how compact it was.