eapalabae#pearthect

eapalabae#pearthect

planet pearthect the beginning
no-one told scarlet she was doing wrong.
she didn't know she had a tale that smashed all her perceived enemies in sight. scarlet had been of planet pearthect for minutes and she didn't know that feeling she had was hunger. she didn't know what could feed it. all she knew was that she was getting closer. she ignored her siblings broken by her she needed no weakness for nourishment.
the tough shell to crack consumed her she drew all her energies from her very source pulled herself up to deliver her final strike.
the dry heat cracked the skies creating cries of pain. she wiped away it's tears and fell into bottomless trusting unguarded eyes she would ever feel.
no-one told scarlet she was doing wrong.

planet earth present day; military base undocumented
bronx had zero options. bronx had phucked up. there was no flex no whimsical wistful willing to charm left.
he couldn't even escape.
he was strapped in the craft's entrance computer locked.
this wasn't a mission they wanted him dead.

planet pearthect the present
c.d. ville could smell the burn fire was all around but it was replaced by the familiar powerful dry heat. his father always close by with love that cherished protected. he was surrounded by awe. for his splendour of beauty his gentle of grace his path of victory in all of his pace. he was the god of race.
his nightly dream always ended the same he was awoken by the same white cold mist heart. he didn't want to wake up it was so warm but he always raced towards the enveloping heart. it cleansed his face of the poisons he had inflicted on his pearthect planet.
he excused himself from his actions. he told himself he gave the minions what they wanted. for he was their slave they were the needy masters with their demands for more oil more plastics more nylons and they wanted him his choices his very touch. he was their present. he deflected daily and made no leanings towards responsibility of his actions. besides his consumers had free will. was it his fault it was so easy to consume.
it was not. he was the proud owner of p.o.i.s.o.n. inc. Petrol Oil Isohexane Styrene Oleum Nylon
the white heart he reflected had gotten weaker over time. once it had refreshed him bathed his mornings with no mercy for his invading all hearts. now it was just a lonely tear. the heavy weight of depression re entered. his only friend.
croc de ville wiped the misty tear away and indulged in his generosity towards his minions for it never failed to stir his emotions. those emotions had changed the course of his planet's future. he had turned ice into fire water to sand light into dark he alone had made the planet warm dusty. like his dreams.
c.d. so soaked in his own poisons so high on his own delusions decided that day was his final. he had achieved the bottomless pit of destruction. he owned every single soul on the planet except for a few. he scratched his soul for it was always there that itch in the foundations of his body reminding him there was nothing left to live for.
except one last visit to a place that haunted his dreams.
her eyes her bottomless knowing eyes #thewatchingwatcherswatched

planet earth onward...
bronxnar cyst had learned to deflect some could say hide at a very young age. you could blame the mother the era the surroundings which were unforgiving. an aspect of fear. but it was neither he hadn't aligned to his true self. he fought the acceptance. we all do it and we shouldn't. who isn't groomed to embrace fear as a fee to inhabit earth.
he found a home in the military services where he was accepted in the undocumented.
it was a teenage existence a perpetual camp. his meals his quarters his mates all provided he could escape the outside world. in exchange for others so he thought.
the reality being planets were devoid of life.
he was charming with looks that embraced piercing eyes that captivated. he was considered a ladies man which he would neither deny nor accept. he was also french so he dressed with style and ease knew cuisine and chased passion. kept his yearnings even from himself which led to him finding fault in those he conquered.
the previous morning after his usual morning captain pound he went to his commander and they quarrelled.
bronx always the successor but not this time.
the commander's daughter pandora had woken up that morning and vowed that today was the day living with his consequences was over. she then threw up wiped her face. today was not the day to allow nerves to ruin.
when bronx heard the craft door lock he knew it was that scheming vicious bigoted dull both in manner and dress so blatantly stupid with her dumbass cakes which was just sugar and dental care with even more dumber assery of captions of 'love wins' 'soldiers of love' and vomit on your face 'let them eat love.' she was devoid of everything but hatred for him his type if not all kind. she said it herself when he called her up on her masquerading devotion to her pious church. she admitted it when she dropped all pretence looked him squarely in the eye and replied with an honesty he didn't think she had.
'yes it's true i bake the cakes i sing the songs i even throw in a few bless you because within that group i search for one's like me that will end you and your type.'
bronx knew what his type meant to her. her buttoned up blouse reeked of repression.
the only thing that kept him going as the panel blinked preprogrammed coordinates and the hover sped into height to the vast inky unknown was his calculated plotting for revenge.
he was an honoured accomplished member of the undocumented forces trained in tactics where he excelled. it wasn't how he would demolish her it was how quickly or torturous he would play. she was a clerk nepotism en spite. she his easiest fight.
wherever the phuck this craft was going whatever barren lands cold climes endless black he was to see was nothing to the luscious vegetation of payback he would attack her with.
bronx yawned it had been a long day. it was so quiet. he pondered was this peace.
the silence was interrupted by a phone ringing and it wasn't his...
venus fumbled for the phone hit accept and simpered. 'i'll get back to you.' she whispered in her Bronx accent.

venus's mother had titian hair ringlets of a grecian goddess big loving eyes straight nose and kisses left from the sun across her face. slender bordering on fragile. she spent her summers reading shakespeare after churning through the european fables. her father as handsome as her mother pretty. strong jaw eyes that challenged dark colouring that fired up in the sun. a big handsome man. his mother said he flexed at the dr at birth.
both of their families prepared themselves for the beauty that would bestow their lines. when her mother announced 'if love had a name i would call my child venus.' her husband kissed her on the forehead and agreed. 'venus she shall be.' they had a boy and called him eric. he had titian curls was slender and read at an early age.
when venus was born she flexed at the dr the nurses called her swarthy and her father pumped up with pride when he saw an outline of his virile facial hair. her mother only saw her handsome husband he being her world of love. venus she could only be.
the night before venus had stolen a bottle of alcohol from the bar and had snuck into the craft to hide. she being burley strong was head of maintenance. her nightly shifts she cleaned washed every vessel in the place. she knew where she could steal a few hours privacy and she had clearance. ivf had been so cruel to her. venus didn't drink she had no idea what proof she had stolen. it all said off your tree to her.
she could hear the phone she lay there wanting to vomit and her body was the sahara desert she was so dry. she had definitely thrown up over herself so she kept her eyes closed. if yesterday was bleak today en vomit she would be fired. no more money for ivf but that didn't matter anymore there were no more eggs left.
she felt the floor drop having never had a hangover before she thought she was sinking into death.
bronx turned around took one look at her deciding whether to attack or clean her up.
venus opened her eyes saw a man and started sobbing. 'i'm maintenance pls don't fire me i had nowhere to go i needed space.'
'well you got what you wanted. look outside.' bronx directed.
venus wet herself a little. she suffered vertigo. vomit and pee and no solid ground. she fainted.
bronx saw the prized bottle and started swigging. he evaluated maybe this was all just a haze but maintenance did work the night shift. camp always had people there was no private time. he went through her bag. ivf data diary full of appointments. scrawl pleading for the last one to work. she probably couldn't get a man. the drink no doubt knocked her out and if it wasn't for pan's father having the audacity to have a heart attack he wouldn't be here and she wouldn't have got caught.
bronx gazed down at her. one thing bronx knew whether man was created or evolved every cell in it's body strived to thrive beginning from within the womb. it created it's own face body for a mate to form an army of partnership for life's war or at peace. as the foot walked the hand grasped the lungs breathed the voice was the indicator of pain or laugh. you needed to watch with your ears and listen with your eyes. there was no other warning on the body. no red mark screaming help appeared no physcal signs anywhere. it was the voice the tone that metered the wealth of health or ugly pain. it was why the voice was attacked by the elites friends and family. it was usually the enemy that listened but briefly. as they would only listen for where they could gain.
he looked for the phone which she had clearly fell on it. poor old thing she was definitely going to lose her job. he broke into a smile with the realisation she was in the company and within hours they'd be searching for her. the cameras would show her entering the unit but not returning. bronx laughed. he had leverage. they were barely out of earth's range he'd be back in his quarters spreading his love.
bronx sat back down the panel data read earth@pearthect@lurve@beutfal@earth#pearthect
indeed.

planet pearthect now
surreal soul looked at all the tubes coming from the machine that kept her alive. she was practically one of them where did she start and they end. it was always the same feeling her weakly visits. she was still so young her sun her light was not to set to diminish for years it was the air that she breathed that was killing her.
surreal soul was dying.
the air that fed the crops that grew the oceans that nourished her planet was poison. she being a mother could not show decline. bit by bit the poisons had infiltrated every organ. soon she would shut down.
her husband thyme by running kept an even pace for his life now was of haste don't waste. he campaigned for the love of his life for he knew if there was no him there would be no her for him. there would be no anything. if he ended then so would she. they shared the same love the same life. all her love her nature of seasons her reasons of cycle her beauty at any time of the day could not run out of time. so he ran to make time so he could outrun himself always at that steady pace and campaigned that individual investment was killing them the planet their loved ones. that individual daily investing could make flourish nourish or dust of rust.
pearthect full of poisons and addicted to that misery ignored. as his wife was the mother he was the father. they knew no other way. their children having no other choice but to grow up were choosing to flail. the time of reasons had passed his calendar could not stop for anybody. his world that once greeted the sunrise with elation now merged with the sunset.
no-one could save soul thyme...

planet earth the journey
bronx sat in the driving seat and waited for the mess to wake up.
venus jumped up and leapt onto the passenger seat. venus being english liked her slang. don't expect too much of venus in word play yes her education was of shakespeare and chaucer but that was where she traumatised. the trauma came from triple physics which overburdened her brain for other subjects. as she had excelled in english based studies she failed in the math and science areas. her head held up high her nose a little turned up to the plebtard's in her englsh lessons that could not compete crashed to kissing the floor with failure of the sciences that resurfaced when seeing shakespeare with it's t'was t'wee t'will with so many of the men outright brats. when chaucer came along which was another language it got all a bit too mathematical for her. learn new language plus storyline plus character play, it leaned towards the algebra of y. she couldn't give a phuck y was y hijacking numbers and x clearly states in the past what are you doing here. venus suffered.
venus decided to excel in other areas which included killing off her brain cells. there she found company of word romance replaced by thumbs up and little word replies like me happy me sad that dude is bad. like us all she entered the pattern of denial.
venus with her allergies which led to vertigo didn't lie about her health issues she just didn't see the point in mentioning them when she was offered her job. the cleanse maintenance of aerodynamics crafts big so high so high crafts that went even higher once they left her sight. that had something to do with the dreaded triple physics. all she knew the crafts used clean energy had it been oil she would be unemployed. she had told herself it was only going to be temporary a fill in while her father waited for his new job. undocumented looked after their own.
so venus awake in a craft up high in space is in full denial. the vomit and pee forgotten her brain has to concentrate on sending messages to her balance to erase further vomit that the inky blackness is in fact grounded. she's not interested in the slightest that her vision argues that fact. venus has a solution.
both venus and bronx looked at each other both not saying a word.
bronx swigged at her bottle.
venus busied herself with her chest. bronx looked away as venus fished out the solution.
the biggest fattest joint her grief could make.
'buds...' she gestured. bronx disarmed grinned.
'match.' she continued 'my arse your face...'
she lit up for balance. bronx sneezed. a big fat slime distinguished the joint. to cover up his embarrassment he joked. 'must be mine now boy germs.'
vertigo was already hung over and was not in the mood for words stealing it's balance. she took the joint and shoved it down the back of her pants rubbed it a little looked him dead in the eye and stated 'slimy.'
she removed the joint and gestured again towards him and said 'age before beauty or shit before shovel for your hovel.' bronx grabbed the joint and replied 'so you want to wax lyrical.' then shoved it in his ear for a good clean out then claimed. 'squelchy.'
venus raised an eyebrow and said 'shall i open a window for it to dry.'
they both roared with laughter.
venus took off her hair clasp and unravelled 3 joints. 'i stole some cupcakes for munchies ignore the messages soldiers of love they are done by that silly cow who thinks she runs the place. she got my dad fired. you know she stole a craft and.' bronx interrupted 'she kidnapped her own father. flew it around skimmed the treeline fire everywhere then crashed into a barn. baby calves died. i think pig babe was there too.' venus lit exhaled 'i'm sure he was i clearly remember reading pigs in space must have been him. little baby babe so cute so scared alone just being a babe baby...' they both sighed. 'my dad got fired because he didn't stop her. she shoved him out of the craft told him her dad needed medication for his heart.' bronx side eyed her and angered. 'she practically killed him. that's what gave him his latest heart attack. they couldn't report it or he would have been fired and jailed. instead of punishing her for treason of space or something intergalactic plus thieving the govt plus phucking us over the undocumented patriots of the world if not universe plus violating our future travel they gave her an admin job. nepo gotawayo with oh no no jailo with phucking cupcakes. soldier in love when has she ever gone to war.'
venus in indignation cried 'she tried to take my job hijacker she's a hijacker that’s what predators do… but we will need the cakes for munchies. pls take the bottle way too much sugar for me.'
bronx warm in the sensation of a fine liquer and instant friendship hopefully based on clear cut revenge relaxed. he was feeling fluid.
the panel blinkered pearthect. he couldn't agree more.

planet pearthect the past
scarlet loved every single body if she had her way she would wrap herself around everybody and squeeze
until all her love drained from her. it could never happen because her love grew at each feel of glow. she felt it she poured love and it intensified.
she loved her planet pearthect the trees the sun the stars the rivers the seas and she loved every single being with their animalistic behaviour sometimes on show but mostly hidden. the only difference of pearthect to earth is it was one land mass as earth used to be. it was one huge island.
there was no favourite trait because they all shared the same trait. survival. there was only health. no fatties no thinnies no spiritual fables no science no addictions you ate what the body needed you ran jumped stretched as the body wanted. there was only one high in pearthect and if you over did it. you'd be alone. you were the rights and rights are equal. so no sexism from your body isn't as good as mine to your choices in play. no ageism. you are pearthect at any age. noone judged slandered for their individuality or tribe. there was no wrong colour. 'cos that's phucked in the head you phucktards who buy into that crap sneering at anyone makes you a ponced up nonce with cooties that shit on your face. then when you turn around to try and hide your cooties more vomit thunders up your ass straight up to your ears and nose and out of your mouth so the cooties then sting your face 'cos they are very cross. noone wants to be around that. there were no borders. brace yourself there was no money. when have you ever seen an animal with a chequebook stressed out by debt or pin numbers. the sky cried when it was sad but the tears made the planet grow. it shook and thundered when it was angry so you sought solace to recharge. many ended but many were born.
scarlet had grown into a buxom babe curves that had appeal. like all survivalists she only saw it as part of her functioning body she measured it as her senses.
like many after the great fire scarlet had huge chunks missing from her memory it led to her staying in the present seeing the future as a reward. scarlet had beauty and gaze that entranced curves that spellbound so scarlet was treated as an object. her day to day living was of a vase that's only job was to be prettied up and admired or a lampshade whose only occupation was to light up a room. the negative noone wanted pretty to have emotions good or bad. she was there to be copied. fashioned after. if scarlet didn't create new trends scarlet would be replaced. she saw each fashion a statement a story. when she was in her comfort style of creating she'd feel a cave from her past her tummy being tickled by two lovings but then it would disappear the warm the love so she'd look for inspirations to return to the feel of the lovings.
scarlet lived in hopeful that she would meet the love of her life and pitted every man against him. he was always in the future. so she had time to fashion her wants. scarlet was an environmentalist. she had to be living with her feet on the ground so she was sensible. scarlet only took what she needed. made her own drinks food grew her own vegetables had a mulch going. sewed clothes curtains cushions. painted. strived for the arga victorian bath and fireplace. solar. pearthect had zero environment laws. she stayed away from stress city factories and the beasts of oil that sped through the lands like a disease. that hurt her lungs. she wasn't alone. the rivers rotted of fermented oil and sewage. scarlet needed sea air the cleanest pearthect could save. scarlet enrolled herself in the envo's at an early teen. she accepted the information of the ratio of population to resources. that have to be replenished. you didn't take from that ratio the scales of justice demanded you only add. to get to a level that it stank 'cos it was rotting and now only the sea air was left there was the only place she could go to fight to unite and replace energies. rank to clean. she was in with the envo's since a team. they were pearthect wide.
scarlet deflected men daily. it was a masculine world fending off to attacking envy exploitation and fear. but scarlet did look after herself. you hurt that pretty she'd slap you with the truth so fast so hard she would cause yelp or tears anger if she felt inclined. but she felt anger was beneath her a waste of her time so scarlet invested in her future daily. so when it arrived she was prepared but she never looked back. if you picked scarlet up and placed her 20 feet outside her usual boundaries she could not return she could only move forward so scarlet had had many vocations many homes. 95% of the population could do the same job as earth. scarlet had sampled many of them. she knew she could not look back she knew she had to keep her work and home life near by. so when she saw her latest job from her temp agency pearthect works had an apartment near by with a bath and fireplace knowing she could mulch and grow a few plants. she accepted. scarlet was too vain to wear glasses so didn't bother reading the actual employment. she'd learn the job on the spot. how hard was any of it. scarlet was to be an act at speak easy be breezy joint down on 198th st. the side of stress city where only the lonely frequent.

c.d. had grown into a stunning creature. formidable even. like his company. poison inc.
his right hand bro black p had ordered him to go and have some fun. find a mate. hang a little. the very least meet some of his consumers. the one's that made him and his employees. did the consumer want more or less and of what product. the company had levelled out. it made black p anxious. not so c.d. he didn't really care for numbers consumers owning each household. it was black p that drilled numbers and came up with gadjets that his factories copied. he just agreed with him for company. c.d. ville didn't have any friends like most who believe status is wealth that ignore the price is the debt of lonely. however c.d. had surpassed his own expectations in every way. he kissed his biceps every morning. blew kisses at the mirror and would hug himself as he tied his silk embroidered tunic from front to back. he couldn't wait to put his olive cashmere on for the soft touch of warmth. he would always shiver and send back the memory of after the great fire where he lay cold and lifeless being pelted by ice and snow.
he would then top it off by a huge dark green cashmere overcoat. c.d. was the entire package town ville.
he was going out he would find love he would find a mate he would have a strong healthy family. he would as usual have everything he always wanted. black p had told him that was what he wanted that morning and for hours he was in on the change of life. he'd have it all by midnight. as a survivalist he pictured a healthy mate of strength in body and mentality she'd have good memory for stock control. be a lady of education and morals. he would date her with her family's permission and chaperone. he'd find her at book stores libraries supermarkets or at the universities that his company educated.
on a high he shoved his driver out of the car and drove himself into a narrow road leaving the car stuck. he waited for his staff to appear because that's what staff do rescue everything but when noone came he squeezed through the roof top and blindly ran into a door where he heard the most beautiful voice wrapped in feathers.
c.d. sat down and felt his heart awake his stomach race his feet tapped his body swayed.
c.d. was in love and for the first time in his life he wasn't thinking of himself. but the brain and muscle has memory it remembers how you once felt. you want that shot of adrenaline your brain remembers that feeling and it will add or take away in the present. c.d. had only loved himself. to let go himself for another was unchartered waters that he was already in. he was sinking and swimming. flying and crawling. hungry and full.

scarlet sucked in her stomach for the final twirl on the pole causing her flesh coloured dress to split. her burlesque feathers which she had thrown in the air that should have descended so she could jump into them got stuck on the beams. there was she centre stage busted.
c.d. minutes in love stormed the stage and covered her with his coat. the music had changed for the next act. they tangoed from the stage to outside. the light shone on their escape the biggest fattest harley he had ever seen. the keys flirted with him in the ignition. he saw some shades hanging from the bars. he grabbed her threw her on the seat put the shades on and didn't even glance in the mirror to see how good he looked and off they roared.
she stopped him within seconds for she lived 3 doors down. she had to tell him. 'if you continue i won't know my way back.' c.d. knew all his consumer's traits. that was the norm for her type. he reved up and shouted. 'i'll remember for the both of us.' she held on tightly to trust and for the first time in her life she saw her city and drove through the country to the sea. each view she marvelled and each view she held onto. scarlet was in love and she was never letting go.
she held onto him until they returned to her room. she wrapped around him her tale ready to strike his biceps began crushing her.
then he looked into her eyes her bottomless knowing eyes and she fell into his bottomless trusting unguarded eyes...
he was finally warm then hot then boiling she heated him while he cooled her down. they lay there for hours sharing their lives allowing the memories to envelope. in unison she said 'i.' as he said 'you.' both uniting with 'tried to kill me.' but scarlet ended with 'you.'
c.d. then fretted that maybe his sprawling mansion could disorientate her and asked her 'could you wait for the staff to move out of their home we could live there.' he couldn't even fit in the door but she wouldn't get lost. scarlet smiled her shoulders rose in pure happiness. 'yes they can live in your house. we'll help them move.' c.d. didn't even know who his staff were and now he was handing them the keys.
scarlet was so excited to share. 'don't you remember before it rained that huge bird flew over. the old ones that lived before the great fire.' c.d. did remember a shadow then a sinister feeling. he nodded but he didn't want to.
he wanted to go back to touching. 'all i remember is being yanked from smashing you then waking up in a cave.'
'i too woke up in a cave. the sky was cold and angry and i was by the entrance covered in dry leaves and sticks. the ice pelts woke me up. i was so cold i shivered and kept turning around trying to get blood flow. the sticks and dried leaves ignited. i had fire in the ball of my hand. from there i controlled everything. noone asked me how i made it they just gave me everything i wanted.' c.d. put his head in his hands.
scarlet being beautiful knew it bore confession. her reaction meant she could charge ugly or beauty by her words.
he was telling her he had started the great fire.
he started to weep.
scarlet wrapped herself around him and they both cried until they fell asleep.
she woke up first and got dressed and went to the shops for breakfast. they had already lived through it together they could solve anything. he couldn't give back what was taken but he could replace. he could nourish not burn.
he was there waiting for her. her brain switched to the cave she cried 'daddy i've met...'
'noone you've met noone and if you had met someone it would not be him.' daddy interrupted. 'follow me child just a couple more blocks. your mother is waiting.'
scarlet outside her boundaries couldn't look back. she would remember nothing. she could only move forward.

c.d. lay for days waiting for her all heat had left his body turning to cold disgust. for himself and for her. he would return to work colder and detached. he would look at every consume as a disconnection from her memory until he dissociated from her then to all lives.
then one morning he was awoken by that white misty heart kissing his face.
it meant nothing to him initially but then he chose to believe it fueled his take over. c.d.ville now only cried crocodile tears. his products weren't killing anything the public loved him.

present planet pearthect
thyme kept running at a steady back from the hospital he had minutes to spare. he had to make his own juice and nut milk. have breakfast so he could prepare 3 sets of meals. find fresh flowers which was a plant in pot. he had to shark through his mail. thyme knew everybody. thyme was very organised. if you didn't know thyme there was a problem.
the sky this morning was lighter it had thrown tears all night cleansing the breathe.
alas fool's gold for once you let down your body's protector you allowed more of the poisons in. like his running he breathed at a steady pace.
he was so immersed in his structure of thought that by the time he connected that he saw on the horizon a gold circle glide to the ground. the horizon to where he was going. he had already reached there.
he ran over and saw the door light blink he pressed it and hand holding a joint needing a light greeted him.
two adults slid out from the stench like a tartarian flooding.
they both ran to the river slipping and sliding all the way. hard to do up a hill but they managed.
c.d. on his way to nowhere on his harley with his shades on his last ride was on the road before the river.
bronx tripped and somersaulted over his harley and straight into the river.
c.d. wiped the shit off his face. the smell brought him back to the oasis where they all begun. her eyes. the speakeasy be breezy her dress their tango. why had he not gone back before. someone would know where she went. c.d. decided not to turn around and run the shit over and sped off into the distance.
venus fell down the hill skidding behind c.d. splattering his back and skidding further into the river. thyme had to stick to his schedule and stepped up his pace.
bronx and venus both landed head first both heads squashed in fermented poison and both ran out of that water crying 'wait.' to thyme. bronx and venus followed spreading their waste at every step. the skies began to cry the tears would clean them. fertilisation had arrived.
now the story could really begin... #thewatchershadphuckedup

venus with vertigo had been in a space craft up high so high so very high very few had been there high. throughout time. hungover. she had lived in shit. backs to the wall made it easier. run up a hill balance near to vomit all the way then skidded her ass off only to be thrown in phucking fermented oil. her number one allergy. head smashed into it. venus needed some light for solution.
bronx needed confirmation was the runner a threat. was this possible another planet. he didn't see him they both didn't look back and who was driving that harley. he knew of horns and scales. wasn't scifi the grooming. the odds were the population would be human. same landscapes same smell overpowered nature's scents but only stronger. he needed to wash. that journey was rank. light flooded his brain. he felt an awakening. he knew noone noone knew him. he could be anyone who is to say he wasn't commander in chief of earth and when he got back he would be the not an a but the social media god.
bronx was a hero.

the watcher's past
karen awoke from her throne saw the 3 empty and went straight to the fountain of happy place. a concoction of herbs that soothed the nerves an overdose could be quite giddy. squiffed out to argue then kiss your maker giddy. karen gulped hard and fast. if she hadn't she would kill her husband. the father of her child. the same father of her child that had thrown sticks and leaves over a sleeping all to throw a match just because his daughter liked his eyes. karen had banished her husband tomde change from her but it didn't stop him interfering through the years which she had to conquer each time. she was exhausted it was not love.
a watcher's job was to not engage. a watcher's place was to watch over all the lands. one day she would remember how she became a watcher for now she could only live in the joy of her peers jack eric and grace...

sleepless in earth
where was she. she was a mother. venus her heart was her life a beautiful child flourishing and harmonising into divine beautiful womanhood. wherever she was she'd need her father's help. she knew of the missing which meant there were not a boundary she wouldn't cross to find her. she wiped away the floods of tears and pulled herself together. she needed sleep the ultimate nourishment good food and logic. she had trained her brain due to reading to solve the pressing agendas through sleep. she felt herself cocoon. she needed venus she could not would not go through life without beautiful.

pearthect
venus and Bronx leaving footprints of fertilisation followed thyme to his home. venus and Bronx both silent both in complete shock. thyme it appeared was a tree. maybe quite not a tree but both couldn't deny his feet had roots. they were both too scared to run in front or by the side of him and both kept a healthy distance from behind. both aware they stank. both had bargained with themselves perhaps they were hallucinating but each step thyme took roots plugged into the pearthect. they also reasoned they both could be drugged up holed up somewhere at the undocumented base under hypnosis. to see how a soldier and civilian would react under planetary exploration. or some phuckheads had got hold of them for some kind of nasty tricks and unpermitted violent touching. both were adults both knew the ways of the world when it comes to the silence of the crimes towards the population. anything other than the guy was a tree and they were indeed visitors from earth and could he help them find the nearest exit back there oh and help with a push start with the gold dome and how to work it and sleight ask would it be too much trouble a shower food clothes all for a 5 star yelp review.

thyme halted by a huge trees all with doorways and turned to introduce himself.
'my name is thyme you can clean in the waterfall at the back I have food and clothes that may not fit. I did not know that c.d. was making air beasts. what is that energy that's used I didn't smell the poison.'
Bronx and venus looked at each other how to explain the impossible. Bronx had a nasty feeling c.d. was the motorbike that they nearly crashed into and the thyme guy didn't like him. the c.d. character clearly manufactured in poison and could be responsible for the polluted skiesso the only 2 people they had met was poison and a tree. when thyme said c.d.'s name he was of bark. fascinating his knots.
venus heard shower.
'yes pls. a shower clean a shower. bathe water Bronx stinks. my name is venus after we clean up Bronx can explain but no it's nothing to do with c.d. nor are we.' venus too saw the bark.
they were lead to the back where there were fields of
'buds beautiful beautiful buds.' venus cried. then threw herself into the plants. she could smell them. 'you bathe first i'm breathing.'
Bronx went to the waterfall. thyme smiled. 'enjoy garden if it were your own.'
venus started stuffing her mouth her backpack her shitty pockets and lit her last joint.
afterwards as thyme prepared food bronx and venus sat on the veranda looking over the fields.
the two didn't know each other it was survival from the moment they met. venus ventured first.
'hard to beleaf the bark of the roots of our dilemma or would we say adventure.'
'yes branching out is adventurous.' Bronx replied.
'that's that out of my system because our host has been most welcoming.' venus smiled at her backpack.
thyme brought out the food.
'i see my wife's clothes fit you.' venus now in jeans with flowers growing from the hems which she had rolled up. the wife clearly was tall and flowered jumper with a more flowered heavy puffa jacket mine not so.' Bronx rocked his clothes if you like knee trousers and mid riff tight jumper with matching jacket.'
'they are clean thank you.' Bronx replied.
'as everyone on peathect invests in c.d. and you said you are nothing to do with him. where are you from.' thyme set the tray down as both venus and Bronx tummies grumbled. it was a vegetarian feast. Bronx calculated they were peacekeepers. they wouldn't hurt animals.
'where did you get that flying beast.' thyme looked at Bronx squarely.
'could we eat first it's a little far fetched. we are completely lost and both feeling overwhelmed.' Bronx looked at venus for back up who was so far into the munchies she was flirting with gluttony.
thyme decided to open up about himself to put them at ease as half their words he didn't understand. was far fetched a name of a town in the mountains or in caves. a shower what was that it was close to power maybe they meant a powerful clean.
'my wife surreal is in hospital the pollution makes her very sick. he gestured towards photos of them on the wall. all they could see was him. they both surmised they were at a tree's house with an imaginary wife who was sick and they would be next by eating his laced food. they were both so hungry they ate more. it wasn't until Bronx saw venus' clothes had the same prints as the couch and cushions his wife was sitting on he could see an outline.
'she's very beautiful.' Bronx charmed. venus thought the roofie had set in with Bronx and helped herself to another savoury if she was next at least she'd be full.
'yes she is beautiful from within.' thyme poured love. he'd never got over she had chosen him.
'i'll let you finish relax I've got surreal's food to prepare. the children will be back tomorrow.' thyme gestured towards the other wall with more photos. venus only glanced she could not cope with her racing mind of missing wives and now children she didn't want to find out if his bark worse than his bite. Bronx complimented the photo he liked the flowers.
Bronx waited for thyme to leave then turned to venus and concluded.
'we're in planet pearthect must be same spelling as earth which means we share ancestors.'
'I concur Watson.' venus sprinkled more buds on her savoury.

'i've never slept in a field before.' venus was soaked with toked.
'this this is what you've never done not the planet the craft meeting me the field and sleeping is your never. don't get too comfortable we have to leave here. whatever this is it is dying you can smell it. that's oil killing off everything. that weed you are greeding is full of oil be careful. this is not our concern we have to get back home. the monitor flashed pearthect it also flashed lurve and buetfal earth and pearthect. this could be a flight path. sleep well early start tomorrow.'
'that c.d. character had a tail i saw it squashed at the back of the harley and thyme said the soil and water they used was clean.' venus replied.
'how is it clean the place is toxic. as i said early start.' bronx turned his back and fell into a deep sleep.
venus began to hum we've only just begun and drifted off snoring loudly. allergies are always loud.

bronx woke up first and yawned loudly then stretched lightly thumping venus. if he was up so should she.
his location did not change his morning thought of hating pandora and he needed to vent. he would visit her nagged out husband every morning but not today leaving him wide open for her clutches.
'I bet pan's pissed off i'm not there for her to kick around.' Bronx began his sincere application for revenge friendship.
venus had been woken up by a loud yawn and a thump no good morning how did you sleep. she was tired hung over jointed out and this big lug wanted revenge patter. she wasn't dreaming she was in another planet that she was allergic to. her sodden sneeze splattered Bronx's feet. today was not going be normal.
'good morning Bronx. I apologise for the slime it will no doubt happen again. I am an allergic. Bronx we are not there we might never be there again. I can't cry that I will never see any of my friends family again because it will not help us. so we both get one thing that she said that hurt us the most then we need to move on move up and out of here. agreed.'
'the worst thing she said so many.' his thoughts flashed to the one big argument they had. 'I told her she was heartless over her treatment of her husband because she was. she said you think I have no heart I have heart I always had heart then that day of the craft i felt it grow it reached out to the world and me. I stood taller louder and looked at everybody and everything with love. love is peace it was as though my heart had met it's home in that craft. all you do is criminalise that day but for me I found home peace my heart still flutters of the day I was found for I found me.'
venus handed him the last cupcake 'soldier on to love.' they both giggled. 'she told me the diet specials at the canteen were delicious. I told her bean curd and sawdust didn't mix well with munchies.' venus lit up a joint and hoped breaky was a date in the next hour. 'we need to get to know our strengths our weakness to help each other get through this. we've only met 2 people and I agree they are both main honchoes which is going to cause problems. 2 characters that both flashed other entities. neither of us can do that so we will stick out. I've only seen storylines where visitors to planets get taken attacked we can't explain planets when they believe the sky cries. there's no planets in the sky either that we can point to.' venus liked weed because it calmed her she could tackle her problems minus fear.
'I also agree the panel is blinking a fight path. whoever had the craft originally didn't use a toilet and were going back to earth then here. it's not vital information but it could help. a computer doesn't need a toilet everything else does. we first need a toilet and find a portal in the craft to flush. you and I are walking hepatitis at the moment and this oil air is disgusting.'
Bronx started walking back to the craft. he liked venus's logic. venus lit up another joint and walked towards the waterfall. she thought of pandora an agent for the undocumented buttoned up blouse always a smile. they probably would never see her or any of them ever again. all those emotions all reason for life gone. she was in another planet going to more with weed...vertigo agreed.
alas after she showered under the waterfall her body rejected her fluids and solids. she was left beaten on the grass wreaking of all she had consumed oil included. she saw her backpack stuffed full of free weed that had no misfortune's of scoring no being hit on no being groomed for chemicals no waiting for hours for the ten dollar deal. this was free pick your own stuff your bag kindness and as she kept on retching she knew it was going to be at least a year before she could even smell it. venus was not happy. while she appreciated the highs and lows of life you could not say hours high warranted a year's low in another planet with a craft with no toilet and a guy who loved himself with no way of getting back and if they did get back she still wouldn't be able to smell it. the one tear slid down her cheek. life had become hopeless. she was still taking the backpack she had seeds that probably would take a year to cultivate. venus felt a bit better. she had got that crap out of her body. she fell asleep.

scarlet blew a kiss into the cold room turned and walked the dressing room catwalk to stage. she hitched up and some parts down and fussed with her shelled oyster feathers. by the time she was wooing from back side with a tease of plumage scarlet was the act of sleazy her no show a burlesque legend. her intro had begun.

c.d. could not believe his eye it was his scarlet older glamorous naked underneath those feathers. he was taking her home right now to put some clothes on. he stormed the stage. was it the burlesque yes was it the location yes was it seedy yes it was.
scarlet saw a maniac storm the stage and froze so he had time to scoop her up. she fanged him. she pulled back and ran back to the only possession she had to protect. cd followed. the only reason backstage didn't smother push down flights or trip over to the basement or shove in closet was it was cd phucking ville. the only one who didn't know it was scarlet but scarlet was connecting. why would the tryant p.o.i.s.o.n. be at her stage. scarlet ran straight to the cold room opened the door and c.d. behind her cried 'daddsie.'
for there lay fluorescent pearl his young father. he clasped her cold hand as he marvelled at her beauty. she coughed a white misty heart which landed firmly on his cheek.
'mr ville cd these are my daughter's quarters. she can't breathe your air so she's trapped here in a room I want you to leave I do not like you what you stand for or any of your future plans. leave now.' scarlet was poised ready to strike.
c.d. looked at the child then her mother. 'I will have production stopped immediately. your child is very beautiful. like you scarlet.' cd ran out of the door and fled back to his headquarters. a husband and a father now.
scarlet wept as her daughter flooded with relief and love then coughed.

Bronx and thyme walked back to the craft. Bronx shared every environmental data he had. wind sun water. he gave him his solar battery. thyme could not believe the torch lit up through the sun's power.
'you have to pull it apart and copy it. the bigger the panels it can charge buildings. sewage can feed gardens.' he drew windmills in detail. 'all of this will save your planet.'
'what is a planet.' thyme replied.
'what we are standing on. all of it the land seas. it is a planet there are many. most devoid of life.' Bronx explained.
earth is spelled earth pearthect is the same word. I believe our ancestors knew each other. we speak the same language. we too abused oil.'
thyme wasn't listening or was but couldn't connect.
'your golden globe is not from here is it. the energy source big giveaway and ...' he was interrupted by a cloud of dust. c.d. on his Harley screaming 'stop production of oil stop it now. pass it on stop it now.' he got off his motorbike. thumped his tail 10 times for emergency and foot stomped 9 times for audience which quickly emerged.
'all oil plastics nylon is to cease now' you must all go home. anyone working in these fields will be jailed.' c.d. turned and looked straight at Bronx and nodded a recognition of his type he was as handsome as he was and ignored thyme he jumped back on his motorbike as the animal kingdom spread the urgency of the message.
'did you see his face. that's the face he had when I knew him. no one has seen that face in years.' thyme was bewildered.' still had his tail though.'
'but we all got tale.' Bronx added. he felt uneasy.

c.d. returned to poison inc black p was pacing. sleek black and dangerous. now a big cat in the animal kingdom is smarter faster and will hunt a croc. the dynamics of their relationship was of that. c.d. was always a little scared of black p.
'what do you mean stop all production.' black p hissed.
'I run p.o.i.s.o.n. this is my company I mean what I say stop production you can go home too.'
'so little c.d. found his balls where may I ask at the marble store.' black p sprang out his nails. then studied them because he was bored.
their secretary walked in carrying her files.
'excuse me I seem to have misplaced something. ah over there.' she leant down under the table and scooped up something tiny and placed it in her pocket.
'I swear it'll be the death of me.' she smiled. 'daddy retract. you know mummy hates argue.' grace smiled at c.d.
'daddy? he's your father. you have a wife? how you are always here' c.d.s day was going to get a lot worse. he had the high with scarlet now it was welcome to the low and it was going to sink.
black p was in full force. he jumped onto the table stood on is back legs and roared. 'this is my company. who do you think saved you. who covered you in leaves and sticks to keep you warm.'
grace interjected. 'he didn't actually know you would toss and turn he had no idea your body movements. you thought you were in danger hence you rolled around causing friction believing the sleet was your enemy that you had to kill. he had no idea there was oil in the matter.'
'noooooooooo' c.d. bellowed. 'I was chosen for my greatness. I made fire.'
'I let you think that.' black p smirked. 'from there it was easy breezy straight to the top. where do you think the gadgets came from. up my butt. I took them from the watcher's stockpile. altered the prototype to basic then added new features which were of the original year after year and no one questioned. I had no interest in the environment what do I care. once I saw scarlet and thyme hit it off at their little enviro meetings all I had to do was keep up production so they could remeet. they discuss nutmilk juices argas so earnestly it's so sweet. I can't decide whether to get them an arga full of nuts fruit and veg or just give them the rainforests so they can grow there's no trees there anymore no one uses it. I plan for the wedding late next year. he got out 2 cards with 'nutty for you' scrawled across the front. next month these will be delivered to them both with a little fraudulent signature. they need that extra shove.'
c.d.'s head exploded stunned into silence.
'daddy.' grace's voice soothed. 'you won't accept the big picture because...
black p roared.'i accept it all I am the big picture. I am p.o.i.s.o.n. not c.d. my baby will come to me first not be side tracked by him and his eyes.'
'snakes are blind daddy and she was hungry she ignored all of us even mummy.'
'it was I that made this company it was I that made scarlet.'
grace interrupted. 'so did mummy.'
'but it was I that warmed her through the creating. his father and I used to watch out for each other. he was the only one who understood what your mother put me through. when scarlet was born the very image of your mother I knew my baby girl would love me as her mother wouldn't.' black p wiped a tear.
'she did love you daddy but you won't listen to why her reasons and I was always there daddy I loved you from the start.' grace stated as black p ignored.
'you look like me grace.' black p looked away he knew he was embarrassing himself.
c.d could not take it all in. he hadn't made fire black p was scarlet's father. thyme was to be her husband. he knew daddise. he had lied to him each step of the way. he had built his whole life around his lies.
black p settled into the sitting position no longer wanting to attack but made one last remark for his self pity. 'if your mother had been nicer i wouldn't have got that bored. you grace have never needed me. it was as though you already had a parent a friend when you were born. you look like me but you are pure your mother. you need noone not even your dad. i made this company.' he swiped the air with his claws. 'this is all mine.'
a tiny tick jumped out of his ear and scurried across the table and onto the couch. from it it sprang into a short dark handsome man.
'grace still as beautiful as the day you captured me and my heart.' tickle ventured.
grace smiled and turned her back.
'come on not the ass in face rejecting me again.'
black p quivered what had just happened. c.d. could not believe his eyes. a man walked from a tick. he did not change into a tick or the tick to a man. or have some parts tick or human depending on his mood no they were separate. what was this. whatever this was it all had to stop.
'c.d. you think you made this company for greed and black p you think you made this company all for scarlet to marry thyme but thyme is with surreal and scarlet at one time loved c.d.' tickle began his introductory.
c.d. felt a rush of love. scarlet loved him.
tickle continued.
'you ignore their instincts of birth. their go to nature's. humans with animal traits animals with human traits you see it as consumer data not how they use their emotions. surreal soul is mother nature and thyme is a tree. scarlet is a snake and c.d. a croc like will always go to like. your wife is like you. so why why all the years of leaving your loves to kill off a planet. easy my eyes hurt in the sun. noone accepts me here. i'm different so i burrowed and burrowed and turned your minds.
c.d. you should know that black p helped incubate you while your father went off in search of both mothers. black p you were guarding c.d. from me. scarlet was going to you because you were waiting for c.d. to be hatched. the fascinating aspect of thyme it goes in a blink of an eye we can all attest to that. it was yesterday in your heads all of this when it was decades ago yet thyme drags on when you are in the moment so that's why you find thyme wooden sometimes cold he has no mercy. you don't understand how scarlet and him are friends. they are not she likes surreal and surreal loves every single entity she has no choice she's nature. it's why why it took so long for you to draw the nutty cards. you have no intention on sending them. you actually like c.d. enough to send messages back to me that you don't. your only way of protecting him from me. to you he is your son.
look at us 3 different males all tied to one family three different species but I accept you but look at you two you look at me as though I am negative you are afraid of me when you should be afraid of yourselves. you c.d. with your greed what is that. why take over anything. what is In your mind your need for control. your need to be in power. you can't let anyone else shine. there's nnoone else that can do your job out of billions only you can bark orders. you're a bully c.d. like your father in law which is code you cannot control yourselves even a child can control themselves. and you daddy dearest get out of your daughter's bed. what did you want to do give her ring have a big dance for her chastity. that's so nasty that's ill dude that surpasses rude. she can find her own mate. what is this need to be the first in her life so she didn't look at you most babies are blind or see blurry. you should be happy she was seeing anyone at all. did it occur to you if they dated they might have split. this drama of bereft adds fuel to a flame that could have burned out. you stood on your hind legs bashing your brains out claiming dominance when you should be at home with your wife karen is a stunning woman smart dare I say special not of the norm outstanding and you waste your time hiding from her. she deserves better than you. it was both your thoughts I enlarged had they not been there I would have picked on something else. it is i that own this company...'
'but it is i that have ran it. deleting orders slowing down the decay.' grace added. frowning she thought of her every day every day she held the data of destruction and every day she shredded misdirected and cancelled orders.
black p looked at his daughter. he was always in awe of her like her mother. sometimes she would make him feel so small so humble not worthy. the only time their mother had ever joined him at that small was when...
grace spoke quietly.
'my father and mother are changlings. when they met they were human form one night of passion they both let their guard down both allowing how they both felt in each other's company. I was born...'
'like me.' tickle stated.
'not entirely. my need to destruct is not there.' grace reminded him.
'but it's in her.' tickle looked at her pocket.
'yes but it doesn't matter what she destructs. could be an apple any creature a body of water. as long as it's dark and she's eating she doesn't care. I've never understood why your need for so much destruction.' grace smiled again at him.
'because you won't love me. like goes to like.' tickle looked at her squarely.
'but there are many of us so many likes.' grace liked facts. 'my eyes hurt too but I wear sunglasses how can you destroy what i love. the planet my father my brother in law. all innocent victims of you. your eyes hurt poor wittle baby stay inside and order takeaway. noone's buying your act of love. you see me as connection even though i'm not. I am your mistake and you come to me over and over again demanding a different answer. that's what predators do. your but I think of you the whole time we shared so much. no you had me under hypnosis blackmail being the final result. it not once occurred to you you were being watched. not once. it was almost as though you chose me for your end hello there's that pattern invading expecting me to drop everything and plot your downfall. I tired of it from the start we are all tired of it. I got my own life my own problems my own delights. you like men. you also have decided that straight men are victims of wanton women no they like women as women like men. you aren't happy with your type when you could have embraced them found love had children no in that area you took liberties you hurt them then blamed me when they came to me. nobody understands why to any of it. in between that you tell other's off. you spend your life paranoid deluded you of all need to work on yourself not give another thought to anyone let alone tell them off. it always comes from a place of yearning for men like me for being gay when you don't like yourself. a straight woman hasn't got a clue that instinct her go to is back off I've been dealing with unwanted advances since a child not i'll be your slave if I can touch your naughty bits. your telling my father and my brother off over their choices which you manipulated every single second does not work for me or others.
you don't know one thing about my mother she's got breasts see you shiver now you just wanted to hurt my father more. threaten him you are after her. your go to patterns are predictable. as your stalking. you've told yourself you are protecting me from what who. I need protection from you. I don't like you. I have never liked you. my life whatever you tell yourself is off limits not interested. it's not consensual when you are under guise under manipulation and then force that's double crime. so spare me you love me i'm an adult not a child your grooming is repulsive. I like gay men they are fab you manage to give straight and gay men a bad name. oh and the syphoning of energy you are the only one that does it out of billions. sill can't figure out how to create your own energy out. how sad you are. even now you are working on some kind of revenge when you've heard it all before. the no. you involved me in your attacks mentioning my name wearing my colours. most of them looked like me. you even got your pac in and your side kick grooming him to kill 'cos you don't want dirty hands macbeth a right drama queen to the end. everyone so scared and as your pattern predicts every single rat will jump ship because they understand the word no.'
probably wasn't the time to mention her side hustle was pearthect's c.i.a. they love their files and data. they got it on everybody. you think when someone busts you it's just them no it's every country has the data.
'
all c.d. heard was brother in law. black p saw him as his son. he puffed up his chest he had a family. then shrivelled this family was surely a little bit phucked. then he thought of her.
'it Is I that own this company for my and scarlet's daughter more beautiful than all of us. she looks like my father.'
black p looked at him breaking into a smile. 'allie allie was my friend. c.d. a granddaughter...'
'who is dying. we have both managed to kill her off slowly. it is I that run this company it is I that is held responsible you kept in the background. I am the pearthect's enemy and if she does get better she will always be my daughter hated by those that should love her.'
tickle tick always thought grace a total bitch so slyly had hedged towards c.d. when cd's brain exploded due to the revelations he felt he was flirting with him enticing him and after that rant only one more little scurry and leap he'd be in.
c.d. pounded the table in indignation to his cruel fate he and his father in law had worked towards and tickle both died.
'try not to do that with me it would be awkward at family events.' grace smiled. grace liked facts.

venus scraped off the shit of the craft pausing to retch. thyme and Bronx searched for a waste hole. it was not lost on her she was cleaning the shit. even in another planet she got to clean the shit.
they tapped knocked every inch of the craft for hidden panels. Bronx even drummed rescue me on the data panel and nothing.
'bags we need plastic bags and some kind of curtain for privacy.' venus yelled because the two men were on their 3rd tapping and men always need structure and due to their ego won't listen until you yell then will get hurt you raised you voice.
'the river is full of them.' thyme and Bronx went to collect.
the panel started to blink pearthect is lurve is beutifal is earth #pearthect.
venus screamed out 'hurry it's saying love.' both men ran towards Bronx dived in clutching bags thyme screwed his into a ball and threw them like a rugby player.
they were off to planet love. venus mused would they re-meet thyme probably not. had they affected each other. hopefully. venus had great aspirations for love her namesake. venus wanted to go to pee pee and slammed star wars and star trek who gave no script for this dilemma.
Bronx thought of c.d. they were definitely going to meet again. then thought of the one he had loved.

earth
pandora was an agent of the undocumented her cover a clerk. she was the best in her field. her brain when faced with panic would go straight to hard steel logic. she was going to do it. end of.

he sat up saw the empty side had not been slept in then looked at the dawn breaking. it was splendour like pandora #earth

watched
karen lay under the nozzle of the happy fountain and just kept on pressing. she congratulated herself on her tenacity and then passed out. her feather boa tickling her face woke her up. it was soon time to hitch it all up smooth it all down for the show must go on. she wiped her beard winked at her reflection. her granddaughter loved this character a black bear that cross dressed. she called him uncle beardy.
her grandaughter had her eyes her best friend's eyes the one who tomde and her had tried to save from that psychopath. their was no hunger he saw allie and her in love then after he went back for allie. it was tomde that saved him. that monster was burned into her psyche she would get him that's if tomde didn't get there first.
it was she that had pushed scarlet towards c.d. the day she was born. allie had protected c.d. though his incubating to starve off the grief.
karen being a watcher had seen what had happened her family was soon to be complete there would be no need for charade. she'd have to sober up to her own past. but for now she had the air cylinders and much hugs for her granddaughter which she accepted she would have to share with her son in law and her husband. both now free. as she. her husband would he look at her the same. she was still the same but extra. what were once big and bouncy still big but flouncy. her legs still the same with added sun kisses as her arms added pinch. her face the same but lines of life that they could share again. there is nothing positive about abuse. it would take years for them to trust and unite.

jack danced into their happy place throne room singing 'love is in the air...' and sat down on his throne. love was his domain...

lurve planet
gangsta d r and 3b's (busty blonde and beautiful) were on their morning ritual of dress. the rap music blared the gold chains were on only sweats from feet to clothes to go but so many colours to choose which all had to be tried on praised or dismissed. pink for love green for calm orange for bright citrus blue for skie. were they feeling grounded well brown it can only be or were they feeling muted soft low key vanilla their only palette. greys and blacks they steered clear from no one was mourning anything and no one bought into it's slimming. no eating less is slimming wearing black hides no fatass and grey was misery skies. then of course hair which was plaited then unplaited curled then watered to uncurl then tied back for maximum face dazzle. they both topped off their outfits with hats and fur length coats with more bling. then came the parfume. the room would be sprayed the clothes the hair even their exit door. they believed in the senses. each stage of dress included their many courses of breakfast. for to planet love a king's breakfast a queen's lunch and a pauper's dinner was their diet. you need energy through the day not a night. once they were dressed fed and watered they were ready to outshine.
these 2 were hustlers. they gave the public what they needed on the quiet. a drug to get the people off the main drug the planet forced on it's people.
again no money in this planet so any shade was trade.
gangsta d r wore the full make up the tighter top the shorter shorts the norm for planet love. for it was him that was the peacock that had to ensnare the mate to carry his line his army of love. what was different was 3b wore full make up too. her clothes too revealed her figure noone knew what to make of it deciding she was just loving her man and how in planet love can love be demeaned. she was before her time crossing gender issues.
they were a colourful couple both unaware their entire lives were going to change.

cleopatra swam in her milky pool that overlooked the valleys and ocean. love her domain. just because she was the head of lurve the queen of hearts did not mean she didn't know of wars take-over. pompuss and seizure ruled the galaxy dividing their rule over north and south. one big fat cat seizure the other toned pompuss. are they the obvious good and bad night and day. we will find out.
yes at one time pompuss ruled the calm side where as seizure ruled the chaos. alas due to paranoia first by seizure than defended by pompuss each side had spies who then married the enemy then loved their family. so each infiltration had switched back and forth through the generations merging united for galactic takeover. it was only a matter of time before they were going to attack. if she could side with the minor planets their rule would be obsolete but how how could she communicate with light years away.
cleo was mid life single slender mathematical cautious practical and only thought of the masses. she had inherited her title with no pomp no regalia she was the head of the board that run the planet. noone really knew what she looked like. she lived in a modest wing of the large dome that ran the planet. in planet love the structures were circles due to the negative aspects of square buildings. this was a hi-tech planet. computers machines did most of the work. their air oceans produce were clean. there were no cars but hitech monorails on every corner in all parts of the planet. planet love only focused on positive.
cleo didn't drink the multi vitamin drink that was provided due to her understanding education of nutrients so she didn't concern herself with it's ingredients or it's side effects because there was no need to. it was in all the ourstory books it was part of the planet. due to it it meant there was very little sickness. for to lose someone in planet lurve a love lost was great grief. for love cherishes.
love we think is an emotional rollercoaster ride the highs the lows the bends the smooths the anticipation the cries and it is all of those things but to get on that ride you have to buy the ticket and to buy that ticket you gotta work at and for it. so in planet love everything was structured for harmony balance peace. in this planet the focus was to find love a mate one to share the rest of your life with to love your children. that was it's priority. but it was men that had the angst of beauty it was men in adverts telling you only their product will make you more lovable. it was the men that shared the beauty tips they still were the strongest in body but in planet love love is the strength.

to love
'that was not what I had expected the place was dirty hardly pearthect I bet pan would say perfectly impaired. I did like thyme he was very generous he gave weed out like oxygen. we don't ever thank the trees do we for giving us the very air we breathe instead we chop them down for paper and toilet roll which we throw away poisoning the waters. and the other guy on the Harley was a crocodile. how can you explain any of that and this craft smells of ass like you and me.' venus was not happy.
Bronx was a service man and he needed structure. 'thank you bringing up my hatred. we gotta have rules we need codes for retract hostile or interact. we broke every single code of conduct but I saved that planet's ass. thyme listened to all my environmental instructions. I do carry 3 solar battery packs I know my stuff. pan wouldn't say that she'd say Bronx clean up the shit no she must say that to you.'
venus vomited all over him. how much ego shit should she have to listen to.'sorry it's the smell in here.' venus wiped her mouth. 'have my jacket.'
Bronx looked at her in disbelief felt the flash of anger then self soothed. how was this his side kick full stop and to travel to other planets. he pinched himself to wake up. she looked so sick which was no doubt going to leap onto him.
'let's rest get some sleep and...' Bronx was silenced by venus' road hog snoring.

jack watch
jack toyed with the swizzle in his martini class full to the top with happy juice. he had the throne room to himself. you only had to watch jack once and you felt he was the friend you should have. we all love jack. jack began to rap...

lurve
gangsta dr and 3b were at the park it was dusk the ducks had gone to rest. his usual customers were crowding them. both of them were from the cold parts both spoke in that northern European accent though both dressed like American gangstas from the hood. you betta not be judging same diff when the hood wear fur trimmed hoods and fluffy boots.
'here ye here ye for I have a powerful story to share if you dare to care...' gangsta began his tale.
water my friend #mallardrama
why i remember the smells matched the colours both rich in luxury of nature. the greens were gorgeous silks the water full of promise. the banks heaved it's welcome. you were already bitten.
'take off your winter boots 2 pairs of socks tights the teacher would always squeal. it's summer!'
'we were excited too dadsie had promised to take the plastic off the windows the following month.' 3b added.
'squidgy it was all about the squidge. 'try not to step on the frogspawn the teacher would kindly warn as someone threw it in your mouth.
little fishes to toddlers were blue whales and b4 u knew it each member of your team your crew your unit (hand punch on heart we were family never forget the primary school soldiers.'
'we were under attack.' 3b warned.
'enticing butterflies flirty bees were of a flea. 'the teacher knew and picked a pew of bark.' gangsta d r continued.
'still underpaid this their only lark.' 3b reminded.
'wounded soldiers aghast on the bank with big black creepers oily in sheen unseen b4 no light black big fat squidgees sucking blood.'
'the starvings were bigger than all bringing in the hungry ducks...' 3b nodded knowingly.
'i digress for important background fear.' gangsta d r leaned on his blinged out cane and swung it around. then continued. 'respect the duck.
i once tried to kill myself when cooking duck. i did not know i was suicidal but the duck decided i was.
in conclusion i walked with my own personal grave behind me.' he looked down in grief of the memory of that fateful day. 'every 2nd every milli2nd i had to send messages back to that grave.
i see you pls i must deny thy comfort.
there was no food no water no sleep no future if I didn't stay threatening my brain 'keep alive.' 2 words were all I could simper or the grave moved forward.
i understood the threat of crime hiding behind ducks hanging in the windows.
dead it will kill you.'
'that's power babe.' 3b was impressed.
'you sense that dark oh so dark power as a child and it knows you know and you are on that bank legs blood. strategic squidge. medics no-where in sight. your unit
down as gently it glides up the river it takes it's time so many to choose from so they call their thugs.
you know your fate there is nothing that can save you.
'oh no the geese arrive.' 3b fretted
'frantic micro expressions explode into full blown body language. you pick on your weakest heart pump primary school soldier for deflection.
you are not doing geese'.
'fools it always ends in plumage.' 3b shook her head.
'so much plumage.' gangsta dr was trapped in the plumage.
they both smiled gleefully and united nodded. 'good times.'
3 b began.
'as an adult don't we walk past those rivers pumped up by victory. kudos for trying with such fond memories. little toddler unit member taking one for the team.'
'they're with the birds now.' gangsta dr bowed his head for respect.'i'd like to end on a funny but i can't just maybe a warn if you don't like lurve's juice it's too much heat we got the beat grab a seat rest those feet. you got the trade we got the treat.' gangsta dr bowed.
'and you don't have to duck...' 3b bowed.
the crowd cheered. they earned their trade.

the crowd had cleared they had packed up their trade due to their usual sold out. out of the corner of her eye 3b saw a gold craft land at the end of the park.
'babe it's gold it matches our bling it flies it's landed over there we could bum a lift.' 3b was always practical.
they went over pushed the flashing light and plastic bags landed at their feet. 2 people got out stinking and were cross. they did not like each other.
'I don't like you.' said venus.
'I like you even less.' replied Bronx.
'I understand pan more.' venus raised her eyebrow.
'I've decided I love her.' Bronx raised back.
'well here's to love then.' gangsta d r raised his bottle.
'phucktard couldn't get supplies because he was too busy saving a planet. could I pls have some of your drink.' venus smiled showing dirty teeth.
'be my guest. home grown home made for my homey's.' gangsta d r passed the bottle.
venus drank it it was sweet it was nectar it was alcohol she spat it out and held back the vomit. 'sorry i'm sick at the moment I didn't realise it was alcohol.'
3b and gangsta d r had never seen such offense and politely asked. 'what is alcohol. this is dr 3b the most sought after health drink around. it is breakfast brunch lunch dinner supper and snacks are you accusin' us hacks.' planet lurve no one offended so they both began to cry.
venus horribly upset with herself opened up her backpack and took out 2 joints.
'pls try these it will make a smooth after meal.' she offered.
'venus has been very sick and has been vomiting none stop it's not your drink it's her. alcohol is what we call fermented produce. she smokes eats drinks weed. it has a different affect than your drink. your drink is a high. weed is a relaxant. she'd be on it now...'venus interrupted Bronx 'but I keep throwing up due to our travel which has been very shitty.'
they all looked at the bags at their feet.
having not been insulted before they were still wiping away their tears.
'I've got seeds to grow if you'd like some. my name is venus and you are planet lurve.' dr 3b looked at her united in one thought. what had her name got to do with their planet.
'Bronx light this up and share it. i'll go over there and vomit quietly.' venus did just that.
Bronx lit up and took a swig from the bottle. 'sweet taste nectar from the gods.' he inhaled and passed it on.
gangsta already half cut inhaled smiled and passed it onto 3b. who did the same.
'you have seeds you say.' gangsta d r liked to trade...