Please Obey The Signs
[Made public because everyone loves freedom]
I slid into bed between Kayce and Cassie, my shoulders forcing them to the edge of the bed, evoking simply a sigh or shift from the sleeping women. Even the doorhandle didn't startle them at all.
Gullik entered quietly, coming from the hot tub outside.
"Hey man," I whispered, not really moving, "How've you been?"
"I've been alright."
We paused, he slid down and sat against the door.
"That doesn't sound like a badass metaphor. What's wrong?"
"Chaos."
"Of course it is. You've just been measuring how little we know this whole time."
"Coming from the kid who flunked precalc..." he chuckled.
I rolled over, facing Cassie in the dark, her culy hair in my eyes and my breath in her ear.
"Back at it?" He asked, now inside Kayce's closet, poking around her clothes.
"Sort of. Not with these gals, no. They're tempting, sure... this Cassie gal has boss curves, but no..."
"Other women, huh."
"Not even. Man, since when did you become rational?"
"When I saw Zarathud hang himself."
"Fuck, man," I sat back up for a second.
"Aneris crashed the meeting that night. There wasn't much to say; we all spat metaphors at each other to try and keep ourselves calm, but then she arrived. She's a blond, you know, but you'd never guess it. She didn't have to say anything, just came and went with a smile. Took the Sloth with her. The kid hardly moved, just looked relieved. Zarathud went nuts. The Chairman leapt from the window; haven't seen him since."
"Goddamn, man."
Gullik paced the room, poking things and picking others up. He held two coathangers in each hand for a second, "Look, I'm Pro-Choice Wolverine!"
"There's some new kid on the block, like some lovechild of the sisters. He called himself God, spouting the Ironic Gospel. Once you assume nothing makes sense, then suddenly order reigns and your eyes see everywhere."
"Yeah, I heard of him. Don't really like his jokes." Gullik flitted through Kayce's clothing.
"He seems to have the right idea, I guess. Some kind of hold on Truth..."
"Truth? Man, what happened to you? You're not even into chicks anymore. You're more independant than I've ever seen but that oops-joy is totally gone." He said, observing himself in one of Kayce's tops, "Man, breasts are weird."
"There's no oops anymore. I can slip up, but it feels justified or consistent, as if Change is the only Order. Didn't Eris tell us you couldn't define Chaos?"
"Yeah, well, whatcha gonna do. They're all dead and we're both leaving in a year. We just exhausted our resources here." Once more a topless cockroach in the room as he twittered around Kayce's odds-and-ends belongings.
I sighed and layed back down, "Nah, that can't be it... Exhausted our resources? What are we, oil barons? There's always more fun to be had, we've just been looking too narrow..." I yawned, "Too... naively... as if any... any single God could support us, man..."
"I guess the Greeks had a sweet deal with their pantheon, huh?"
I lacked the energy to say, "Yeah, but they're all dead too..."
I slid into bed between Kayce and Cassie, my shoulders forcing them to the edge of the bed, evoking simply a sigh or shift from the sleeping women. Even the doorhandle didn't startle them at all.
Gullik entered quietly, coming from the hot tub outside.
"Hey man," I whispered, not really moving, "How've you been?"
"I've been alright."
We paused, he slid down and sat against the door.
"That doesn't sound like a badass metaphor. What's wrong?"
"Chaos."
"Of course it is. You've just been measuring how little we know this whole time."
"Coming from the kid who flunked precalc..." he chuckled.
I rolled over, facing Cassie in the dark, her culy hair in my eyes and my breath in her ear.
"Back at it?" He asked, now inside Kayce's closet, poking around her clothes.
"Sort of. Not with these gals, no. They're tempting, sure... this Cassie gal has boss curves, but no..."
"Other women, huh."
"Not even. Man, since when did you become rational?"
"When I saw Zarathud hang himself."
"Fuck, man," I sat back up for a second.
"Aneris crashed the meeting that night. There wasn't much to say; we all spat metaphors at each other to try and keep ourselves calm, but then she arrived. She's a blond, you know, but you'd never guess it. She didn't have to say anything, just came and went with a smile. Took the Sloth with her. The kid hardly moved, just looked relieved. Zarathud went nuts. The Chairman leapt from the window; haven't seen him since."
"Goddamn, man."
Gullik paced the room, poking things and picking others up. He held two coathangers in each hand for a second, "Look, I'm Pro-Choice Wolverine!"
"There's some new kid on the block, like some lovechild of the sisters. He called himself God, spouting the Ironic Gospel. Once you assume nothing makes sense, then suddenly order reigns and your eyes see everywhere."
"Yeah, I heard of him. Don't really like his jokes." Gullik flitted through Kayce's clothing.
"He seems to have the right idea, I guess. Some kind of hold on Truth..."
"Truth? Man, what happened to you? You're not even into chicks anymore. You're more independant than I've ever seen but that oops-joy is totally gone." He said, observing himself in one of Kayce's tops, "Man, breasts are weird."
"There's no oops anymore. I can slip up, but it feels justified or consistent, as if Change is the only Order. Didn't Eris tell us you couldn't define Chaos?"
"Yeah, well, whatcha gonna do. They're all dead and we're both leaving in a year. We just exhausted our resources here." Once more a topless cockroach in the room as he twittered around Kayce's odds-and-ends belongings.
I sighed and layed back down, "Nah, that can't be it... Exhausted our resources? What are we, oil barons? There's always more fun to be had, we've just been looking too narrow..." I yawned, "Too... naively... as if any... any single God could support us, man..."
"I guess the Greeks had a sweet deal with their pantheon, huh?"
I lacked the energy to say, "Yeah, but they're all dead too..."