Resumo de Crimson 16 - Michael Coles

And then I stepped out of myselfAll of the words I heard were from the same personMyselfA continuous conversation about the constant dilemmas that have suffered the time of thought surrounding the atmosphere of the constantly abused words, "planet earth".I picked up the news and read the whole thing from cover to end, intermittently interjecting with random articles to my somewhat befuddled non-existent girlfriends who sat around the room gawking at my actions."China is severing the arms of their future Gods" I stated plainly.Images of mythology books and statues like old video footage rolled through my mind. I was floating the Ganges past fantastic towering pillars of village steeples. Each of my exhalations were being inhaled by my partner in front of me as she imagined we shared a lung of connection, a respirator of short lived oxygen, a vacuum air bag, a thin expanding tissue we could not even whisper in for its tenderness yet somehow we could transfer messages. Our eyes locked together in trance. ."What do you mean?"As I turned and looked for a smoke the capsule broke and her mouth spilled over our canvass sail.I returned to the reality of the stale crowded room. My attention was diverted to other things on the table. The chess set was set upon the checkered board, as it always was, left unused or replaced since her last check-mate."Do you have a match?", I asked into the air.She could see I had been fishing around in my pockets for cigarettes and a lighter so she pointed to the ancient box of strike anywhere. Taking a moment to gather my words and stare at the tiny cherry wood container a crafty mermaid lady for the local thrill shop had materialized while bored and replaying her answering service messages over the speaker phone of her cell."It's like a conversation, only a series of prearranged questions with memorized answers to powerfully display an idea that you had been relatively working with before it dissipated from your awareness.""Do you suppose African Cichlids recognize each other?""And the reason they do has more to do with ears"The over simplification of the decoration to the room was nulled as the cat jumped onto the couch."Ivy league students are using themselves as cadavers""What a cut up"I began reading. Summarizing the story to one paragraph then extracting the thesis and once more arranging the words to create a new headline ."Girls want to learn about their bodies, boys do too...Dr. Female wants to limit the mobility of the male anatomy""It'll hurt you.""Dr. Male is still talking about the lesbians he fucked and is still amazed at words like coccyx and condom.Sperm is not wine, it gets worse with age""Shoot yourself in the head.""You don't really care do you?"I poured a bowel of breakfast cereal and foolishly moved to the fashionable cardboard advertisement. As my thoughts increased in random vitality, my posture regained it's retraction and I inhaled deeply."So this is how you would like to begin today?""Not particularly", She said as she was pulling the fronds of a plant that had withered."The day has already begun", she said from the pantry, "and it's going to be a long one"I felt my shoulders slide into depression. "Fuck slides", I thought. "What point do they serve now? Really? We can't do this anymore."I felt a cool menthol cloud against my cheek as she coolly exhaled.The room opened up a little more.The corrugators muscles relaxed into my face and my eyes enlargedI took a deep breath and retrieved my pen from the breast pocket of my jacket."Would you like some more wine?", she inquired as she stepped away from the ice box."Are we drinking wine?", I was coolly scribbling thoughts into an miniature notepad."Of course" was the response.Every time this was said I was speeding around in my head waiting for the end of the race she was chasing for a future of linens and terry cloth.A cars brakes were squealing outside in the autumn streets.As her toast popped she turned the oven burner to mediulit a cigarette.I couldn't believe that all morning the porch light had been on sucking electricity through its cables, whirring subtle buzz frequencies through our skulls and no one thought to turn it off."You shut me out again last night.", She pouted."Hm?""You locked the door"I remember stumbling into the small apartment and remembering she was already asleep on the couch. Her lips quivered as I bent down to kiss her forehead."Where did I place the key?""You've lost it.?"

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