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As it were, had held their invataion close to my chest going over another day of confusion aimlessness one peaice in a map of --life could be so many things for the first time feeling msyelf to bwe a part of it not just an outside factor perpislly extdeudeed ---but the invataion, with its red seal and oold aprhcment papper and magic msyustcial forces burnned into my dusty hands
"You noyt serisoully thinking of going? keener asked, as we sat in our hidden spot alwyas could get betetr at finfing thode out of sight out of mind, away from the campus hallaubaullu on a hill up high no one knew about it ---overlooking not jjust our campus loittle town but it felt as if the wolrd -sitting up here with them two, the two only peepole thease last few weeks where ive been going abovce an dbeyond to make freinds to stay sain, to find some light to keep me going through the grey throuygh all th ebullshit the meaninglessness the empty the bullshit the thgere ios npothoinf tno light to live for shit ---Keener and Alice always did sewem to keep me comapnuy unlike how ia felt most would responsd to such an invataion with suspesion of the unknwon ---even my at home freinds, best freinds, who I felt compsuesivly compelled to wirt ethem off as a cult, just to put it in thier minds that they were here in real life that they did come by and the story uis gouing on outside of me---but the kilelr queens are no cult, they are wonderfull they had been trying to break throhygh to get me to embrace my powers of imagantoon --and reeach out to them to spend time and I have been wanting and wanting and wnating nothing more ---and now I am closer then ever, ahving finally reclection and comfdoting to look back on thier visits to me ---with stable mind ---or I just need to convince myself of that or everthing else will fall apart they---wanted me they were here and-----I felt like finally my dreams were comming true at first I thought oiyt was too good to be true, the first and then the second instance I saw them in their bueatfuil float then thwe hiuppie bus then I couldnt deny it waas them, manx, gedion, then the elders, then loyd, athenea, stew,niki, all of them from all relms all the time wer ethere --they had been seraching for me to be their illunator they had been doing their work alalpheiemphs work ---of spreading creaitivty ---the age of creaiavity of imagnation has only just begeun ---but their inavation to visist them tonight after siunset --to finally spend time afer my mind has been so lost this week is...impoiranat to me, its impoirant to me, becuase i have been missing them calling out as my voice has been dimming. our phycic connection with the magioc of eruim, now I jave no doubt of, but...thios whole week I have only been ancious becuase evrthing in my life has dispsoitniong ---I cannot have them disppsoint me, becuase if the magic even they are dsiospint even my own imagnation the magic is gone, what do i have left to live for truly
"Keener, you...of all pepole you would understand my muse" I said somwehat starcasticlly to him, lying against the big solid willow tree, all in black, his black skinny jeans black turttle neck, black spikkey hair sleeleked over one eye and blakc somehat dripping eyelinner to match along with an almost done ciggrete as he leaned in close with Alice getting up --messing up our red and white picnic blanket as she rose, her black ankle dress and white scraf white moth hair bow flowing in the dim twolight breeze as she turnbed back on the redcord player to play the crane wives, take me to war--in the backround as the sun set behind us
"Tell us, I know...you have been dying all week"
"I have been dying all week its true" i said, looking off into the disnicne relazing into my posture, my chest heavy the stiches where my chest was sweed into palce aching --my heart heavy and tense, my body riddle with shivers and unfinsiehd quests -unwahnsed questions, phomo a body overlfowing with vibrations and elelrtifctry of the gohsts, at the mery of times great lash, never enough nevr doing enough with the time I have never can dream enough never can live enough nev er safufiied in my skin, never can fill --the hours the blood, the words, the days the pepolke, I looked into his eyes an egear muse I didnt want to get my hopes up about his disire to be painted and insprie somsone gassed me up syree but surely woulkd end in pretentious jeudgment and unffilled dreams but up here aawys from unquaiuifed, inasqcure pryuing eyes that seemed tro always linger, I leaned in close enough to kiss his holowed bones witgh fill conifiden thbat seemd to set him ablze, I had grown --exited to grNt him, to bee an artsist somonmee like hoim could look to, it gave me perpouse to not let him down, or anyone else for that matter now in arts final hours of thge world.
"Here I havent read the invaation in a while--"
"Delzixia being a bitch today would you liek me to read it for you, a formal reading" keener said, in a mockish dandny accident making me giigle-scooting clooser to me unfoding the crupled letter and clearing ghis breath, as al;l my fears for the futrye fell away all I could see were his grey eyes so full of hope and exietement, right here, in the rpesent, and joy for me, all I'd been missing so sourl;y all my soul had been so imposisbly scrapped hollow, so drprivbed off so surllry my statyus qou had been a watsleand of wastalnds --an ossiais of watsalnds ---now --having to refirbuisha creative paridise in hell, not alone, for the first time in cnetries my heart could hardly take the relaisty of...errnest compasnionship as thwe warmth of his perfect skinny shapped armes brushing up next to my blue, bvelevst -coat made tingles run throiugh the grass and blanlket benanth our vertdveveie, ---the letetr -life he mad eit all seem so, incodesicous so unserious, why, why not with him, and alice, it was all a joyfull noice, a wilde ride of creative absusirtity, of creativee perpouse and plesure eitehr way the wiaght lifted and the letetr heard I finally said agteer an eieneity
"ill go"
"yes, now ypou need to tell us all about it, espcial;ly after newspapper club, see I told you things would look up"
"S[peakionmg of looking up look you moraons its that plane that avderisies love potions --u think it crossed over from another demtion oh wait thats viagrga pills" we laugehd and danced --the nighgt away
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