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Yes.
    Floridachica: LOL I live in Baltimore, too. Who are you, wookie? Better not be who I think you are ;)
    Ichthus70: Protocol, sir.
    Ranulf: I, Andrew Ranulf Blankenship, command you by the conditions of your entry into this sphere, and by the power of
    Ichthus70: My HUGE penis
    Ranulf: such bonds as I have lain upon you to immediately
    Ichthus70: display my WHALE of a DONG
    Ranulf: sign off this forum and make no further use of the Internet
    Ichthus70: (Careful!)
    Ranulf: for a period of 40 days and 40 nights.
    Ichthus70 : As you wish
    BRUTUS: F*** BALTIMORE! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

10
    Anneke leans on the car next to Andrew, their hips almost touching.
    â€œSo if I get good at this stuff . . .”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œBecome
luminous
, as you put it . . .”
    â€œYou
are
luminous.”
    â€œBut develop it.”
    â€œYes.”
    Their faces are close enough to kiss and they probably would, such is the warmth between them, had they not already explored that dead end. The stars sing on, quietly, breaking hearts.
    The 302 engine cools and ticks under the Mustang’s hood.
    â€œWill I attract weird shit, too?”
    A cool breeze makes the trees say
hush
.
    Andrew turns his almond eyes up to look at the firmament. As in
see where Christ’s blood streams in
. As in
The Tragedy of Dr. Faustus
, by one Christopher Marlowe.
    Who also played with.
    Fire.
    Attracted weird shit.
    A murderer’s knife in his irreplaceable brain.
    A satellite hurtles, a bright grain of fairy dust, a second hand overtaking the flashing minute hand of an airplane far and farther below it. The wonders one sees for the price of a head tilt, a second of humility and presence.
    â€œThe entity came because I called it, using a very dangerous spell book I was warned not to use at all.”
    Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.
    â€œBut you attract other things. Salvador, for example.”
    â€œI made Salvador.”
    â€œI know. But there’s that lady. From the lake. The dead mermaid.”
    â€œShe’s not precisely a mermaid.”
    â€œYou said she has a tail.”
    â€œIn the water.”
    â€œNot a mermaid.”
    â€œNot like the kind you’re thinking of.”
    â€œBut she is dead.”
    â€œShe died.”
    â€œBut not really.”
    â€œShe came back with a tail.”
    â€œI’ve seen her here, you know.”
    â€œAre you sure?”
    â€œAm I sure? She smells like fish cunt.”
    â€œOne gets used to it.”
    Anneke gives him a raised eyebrow that says,
Oh really? So you’re actually fucking that?
to which he flattens his mouth and blinks his eyes twice, thus responding,
What if I am, my Sapphic nonpareil?
    â€œI’ve told her not to bother you.”
    â€œWell, tell her again. I saw her shiny raccoon eyes in the trees more than once, and she leaves that god-awful smell. She creeps me the fuck out. What’s the word again? For what she is.”
    â€œRusalka.”
    â€œShe better not be fishtailing around here stalking me in some jealous fit or something. Because (a) there’s nothing to be jealous about . . .”
    â€œWell, not precisely nothing.”
    â€œ
Nothing
to be jealous about, and (2)—”
    â€œ(b).”
    â€œRight, (b), I’m not to be fucked with.”
    â€œWhat does that mean?”
    â€œLet’s hope roosalsa doesn’t find out.”
    â€œRusalka. As in ‘a rusalka.’ Plural
rusalki
. And her name is Nadia.”
    â€œCute. I used to name my fish, too.”
    â€œDo me a favor and don’t ever confront her. Or threaten her.”
    â€œWhat am I supposed to do if she’s creeping around on my land?”
    â€œJust. I’ll . . .”
    â€œTalk to her, I know.”
    â€œJust don’t go near the water if she’s around. Don’t let her talk you into going near the water. If you’re scared, turn on your oven. She hates