Evol: Volume 1 Son of Melancholy

By Jean Carlo Baldrich

Arlo Sylmar the creator of Evol, is so deluded by his own interpretation of his own world - made from glass. As he loses track of what’s happening to his creations. His world starts deteriorating by becoming as his creations, robotic, and manic. As he loses all empathy, the suffering of losing himself gets him playing both sides of the coin in order to set a balance between being pure and dark. Evol is a rollercoaster ride of emotions, in a spectrum of color. Mio rolls dice with self-hate, in order to get the creator’s attention. His imaginary creatures start plotting against him, as they start showing him the many versions of himself. The creations start noticing that such vengeance is not worth inflicting on those who have harmed him. As he himself is one of them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665570992

Jean Carlo Baldrich

My name is Jean Carlo Baldrich, and I am the creator of Evol. How do you do? I was born in Isla del Encanto, Puerto Rico. I am a soulless owl, I play with fire and Ice, In flames I burn, In silver I fear, I am the beast to my kiss. I studied Graphic design The New England Institute of Art, in Brookline MA. Hop, hop, old doggie, As brain in female, I lay, In modern, Dalmatian of Petta dreams. I am the future. I am U, For now. I am Art, The mad hybrid bunny. I take you on eon, I play, Rough, Hard. My world my rules, I am hell. With ought commitment, I string them with diamond rings. In reflections of beautiful, I fuck in rough, I suck in toes, I am fake leather, In hybrid bunny form.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Authors Note

Underworld

Haunted Maze

Lurking Shadow

Colosseum

Brown Cave Tale

She Orchids

Silver Kingdom

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PREFACE

Just one taste of your love did it. When I came across your eyes, those brown hazel eyes, oh that angelic face that surrounded goodness. How lucky was I to dive in into such beauty? That spark that hallucinated from the back of my chest. It awakens my whole kingdom; my walls came crushing down like yellow thunder. My hands trembling with cuts of cold achiness. The skies had emerged into one solar eclipse. The lust turned into sweet touch of honey. My tiger heat awakens by the butterflies that surround my insides. My kingdom was free of all the bitterness and cunning. I don’t have to run any longer as I look up, I shall remember all you did. I was a lost clueless soul. No aspiration, I was drowning trying to gasp for air. An all-American stuffed piggy bank, greedy and full of remorse. So much love to give yet so afraid to show it. I am good, yet I hide in this shield that is made from real baby blues, they surround my soul like rivers in the sky. I was always scared of being seen in a beautiful light. The kind of light that is pure and transparent. I love you and I don’t know if I’ll ever change like you want me to be. The negativity creeps like the wind. Once it hits, regret and remorse come down to punch and then despair takes control. I am many shades in one. Devilish shades of my fellow arc pulling me into wakes of a player unknown zones. As a grieving widow in shades of colorblind, multicolor as colors change, I confuse myself. In nostalgia as tangle players in a cat and mouse chase of questions and never-ending confusion of open doors. Doors that keep opening, as I shut does down in fear. As I dance away chasing Darci, hating Darci, talking smack about the darn chump. Darci stares back at me in Darci scars, not in old fashion Darci you might be into, more as in future meets my chemical romance, Darci. As the shy, idiotic outspoken Elisabeth the one that thinks she deserves the world but does not grab it by its balls. A rehearse spectrum leaving me crying every single day in numbs of me.

Evol is Black

Evol is light

Evol is unity of colors that transcend

Evol is tiny particles gravitating in oneself

Evol swims with rebels in disguised

Evol = Love

Love is Gold

El amor es como una cascada que cae de una y con fuerza.

Surge como un rabo de libertad y sensibilidad.

Corriendo hacia un mundo mejor donde se vive con metas peculiares y brincos de Felicidad.

Pepinillo verde y crujiente que hira en muchas vueltas callendo en fondo.

Muchas veces la realidad es dificil de explicar en formas que un publico pueda entender,

Atravez de Evol se ven las pistas de una realidad oscura,

realidad oscura que construye un mundo mejor de enseñanzas y humor.

AUTHORS NOTE

I gave up so easy this warm night. I even bought the gear to go with it – with the last bucks remaining on my pink stained backpack, a dream is all I must hold on to. As this story is my therapy to overcome addiction, I stand up and keep slowly pushing to bring this Galaxy home. My floor showcasing mountain of papers, acrylic paint stains on the floor and coffee mugs all around me. A new writer that can’t even find a proper pen. The drag, the love, the proper life I deserve overshadowed by mental episodes of distractions and self-sabotage. When I lose my self at times, my brain rewires itself and finds a way back to finding itself followed by tears dropping through a face I want to keep unharmed.

In my mission to move north I find myself in a distant relationship as two lovers give up everything to have a child. A nest that holds treasures to insatiable adventures, hidden wounds and untold realities. Black broken mirrors led me to Evol. When all I have is a story to tell. Fear and anxiety win the best of me at times, and I give in to bad habits, habits that were reflected through this story. The reflections I wrote through Evol’s characters guided me and will always be a reminder of how important self-love is. Writing on a La Croix box, as I am now thirty years old, I let go of self-sabotage, as my inner voice warns me that we might end up in a looney institution if such behaviors are not corrected. I let the blues guide from this day forward as I hope that one day someone can read this story and feel seen in ways that will inspire them and show them the light to finding their true self. The name Magnolia came to life when I was walking on a cold night, trying to come up with plan of liberation. I looked up at a red light and there it was. A strong woman’s name to represent the story that needed to be told. I want to showcase the beauty of woman, men’s vulnerability and of the trans community in a way that a younger demographic can understand and have a sense of curiosity to know more about it. I also, think that we are all trans; as we all try to be our most authentic version of ourselves. So why not make that light shine brighter as the Trans community inspired this story and represents what a true superhero looks like. I give you visions of self-love with haunting tales the shine even in the darkest hour.

IN DARKNESS I SHALL EMBRACE SUCH DELIGHTS

THOUGH I MUST CONFESS,

GUILT MIGHT RISE IN THE AFTERLIFE.

NARCISO VILLA

Well how do I look? Asks Narciso. You look splendid my king, a vision of love and poise - you are a god! Says the porter while he fantasies over my splendid color hues. Mio can you fetch the scissors I want to make some cuts on these old fashion garments. They reek with old style of my ancestors’ whim. Mio looks concerned as he confesses. I’ll go fetch new ones; I broke your old ones by the heat of guilty pleasures. But before you lash out, let me explain I needed to make openings on some rabbits. Says Mio. Fine… Who gives a damn! They were my lucky golden scissors but apparently that means nothing! Porter where did these garments come from? They smell as death? I asked. The vault my king. Says the porter. Oh no… Get this away from me, do we have some Febreze? What would be the correct solution for this smell? Washing? Says porter. No that will take too long, give me that creed cologne. Spray it all over me, faster! No? Well, this will do then, we will just have to make some edits here and there. The lord has been kind to me, we wouldn’t want to overdo it, do we Mio? Noises of Nikelton arise. Oh, for crying out loud can someone feed my lover, slave! Isn’t he just adorable, with his chocolate aura drives me crazy? I speak. Mio don’t touch his balls they are sensitive; you must flicker them with ease. Look I’ll show you, see the difference? Slow… I say as I retire to my one of kind royal spa. I must attend matters of the crown; I’ll be watching you all my entrees of discomfort.

THE PAST IN A BACK-AND-FORTH CHANGE OF DELUDED DIMENSIA

Can I just say that the treatment I endured during this whole fiasco was awful! The monster kept me in the dark for over a month and then he stripped me of my tittles! If I had to give him a name, I would call him the biggest asshole in the history of Evol, a cunt in the making! As he is the most barouches of them all who can blame me for upholding my ground of such evil treasuries. Can you believe such an awful memory that I have to live with for the rest of my miserable life? I am a nervous wreck; I over think if someone lashes on to me or if they even whisper my name. After his treasures act of violence, the cruel and disgusting vile situations he would put me through. I had to pee in a small cup while a child would watch me doing so. He even made me believe I was a sexual deviant, when it was all him, he couldn’t get enough! I mean of course now that I’m thinking about sex I want to jerk off, I am male alien of royal blood after all. But no, he had other plans for me he made me his little bitch. I could hear the colosseum from where I stood in the dark. Says Nikelton. In lights as the roaring sounds of its attendees, makes loud noises into the next performance. In the middle of a colosseum as roaring sounds made the stage. Sunflower meets my chemical romance in fuming cells, as it was. A waking up to a zoo in heat as another hybrid in green comes out of a cage in heat, he looks directly in starring eyes. As I was flabbergasted, in confusion, felt as I knew him yet in fear of those around me, vultures came in packs as I was trapped. The green beast came my way as I had this odd feeling that I was here for a reason. Yet I forgot, in trying to remember even my name. As lost, I was in the middle of a dry stage of spotlights. Arrows coming my way, as the one in green pushed me to the side. Move fool. Said the beast in green, as I gasped in confusion. My reflection winked at me, and we both got the biggest clap of applause for our grandiose performance on the T Lunark Theater Stage.

After the big win I was awarded many trolls, in every shape with big dunks as they waited for me in bed. All in satin sheets as papa likes, the angels in one side and the gargoyles of my most divine pleasures, as I had seven to choose from. In every color you could imagine, as the materials arrived in bulk my emotions flew in whims of exchange. Daddies cock was going to feast in the holes of thy as I am the only dick that storms in this pleasantly egologic cave, as ease is please. My nature was of the old spartan ways as I was perversion when it came to expand my taste buds of one’s desire. As pee wants to be drank from the most of shaved bottomless minions of all time. I aim to feast as I fucked so many asses in between. The grapes that were fed to me as the pleasure of such gay king do not compare to thy of hell, as heaven bells sounds take me at best. Come in boy! I said as the porters bring in the lavish most expensive of all bongs, of the world. Well, pack it imbecile! Is not going to pack itself! I said looking at my beautiful garden as daddy was home. Another trolley of goodies arrives as hundreds of torches make way, piles of meth, mollies in shaped hearts, cocaine in pyramids, any pill on the market made priority at my kingdom. In every color or shape, the rainbow flipped in many shades as a rainbow. Porter! I shouted. Agenda…Now! I shouted. Yes, my king. Said porter. What is this? This is outrages! I shall not marry my brother King Krypto; I am repulsed by even the offer! I shouted. Says here he is hung as a horse. Says porter. Oh well then, I might reconsider of course. Oh, porter do you ever wonder what is like to enjoy the outside world in peasant color hues? I asked as I embraced him with one percent of compassion. My king I am of the outside world, you do know that right? Asked porter. Huh! Here we go again with your outburst of acting as you are a regular peasant. Go bore someone else with your childish reasoning. Get me an appointment with my brother the King. Would you? Yes, the one from Orwell, now you lazy whale! I shouted. Oh, okay but his not in our agenda. Says porter. Make it happen. Oh, and bring me more crystals would you… I said in such annoyance. Crystals? T, you fool. Oh my god is that of moronic view? Such a slow mentality you slow lantern. Meth! Bring me more meth! I shouted as the porter leaves the royal bedroom. Now where were we boys… I say as I lay on top of my many aliens in Spartan attires while I eat cheese and delicious crumpets.

God is King,

Bless thy Narciso Velvett. While the Evolian people starve.

LIBERTAD

Espuma de mi vida

Ya que voy a tratar

de alejarme

de la espuma que creas

eres toxica y maligna

me haces sentir como un maniático de esquina a esquina.

Eres sangre maligna y dañina, espúmate.

So, I need to look more trans. This is the future after all what do you think about showing more skin. Trans aliens love showing skin maybe heels and colors, lgbtq colors, lots of poses and saying bitch. I said as Mio tumbles milk over my gown. "Really? Disgusting!

PORTER CLEANS THE MILK STAIN.

Mio move the light I need to post. Does anyone have any recommendations? Or am I in a room of baboons, I simply overpay. Can someone make me trans or what? I am a trendsetter after all. I say as I stress over my next fashion line. My king trans and trendsetter are not the same thing? Says the porter. And who flying fuck are you creature of dementia? Shut your pile hole, zip it. No one asked you Veronica. I spoke. My name is not Veronica my king. Says the dumb porter. Can someone deal with this trans girl I cannot. Mio! Stop eating my rabbits there one of a kind hybrid specie." I spoke as I roll my eyes with entitlement.

TRANSGENDER

Trans I shall call you from this day forward

I myself have called you names that don’t mashup to your strength.

I have called you tranny, abnormal and even taken your name in vain.

I am sorry.

I am sorry for causing more affliction and pain to a misunderstood identity.

I am sorry for being uneducated to think that transgender people do not need free resources to live their truth.

I am sorry for being a grey breeder that added more pain to the misconceptions.

Now I see how brave and strong your identity is as being one true self is the hardest thing I’ve had to experience in my life.

I pledge to always be truthful to myself and if I fall, I will stand back up and try again. Transgender means so much more than the definition I found on google. I will probably never quite know exactly what it feels like, but I can assure you that I can relate.

Evol = Love,

Courage,

Bravery,

Melancholy,

Poetry,

&

Love.

Such words I never imagined to be a treasures heart. From my so-called deluded conclusions of what good is, becoming opposites of two different worlds has never been so exhausting. As that’s what I basically became to see the world as. Let me take you through the many emotions Evol has to offer from greed to many shades of color, as I sketched many nights in mind error, I was able to visualize all the emotions that follow what’s consider loving yourself. Greed takes power, as taking me places where I got a taste of karma venom, despite destruction. The demolition was successfully constructed due to ones will and determination. Evol is a ballad piece of all my different scars.

Underworld

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The underworld unleashes symbols as Evol’s world opens in locks, of broken, in hues unspoken. A glass world in gargoyles of roaring sensational flies of many. Veltran the god of the Underworld wakes in many as his son wakes up with the same confusion. Arlo in the other hand has a vision a task at hand, he came across a mission to help save a hybrid trapped in a tower of north of Muni. The visions were blurred as he just felt not what made sense but what he felt was his duty. He felt the sickness Melo was enduring as when he saw such visions; both of their souls became entrapped against their will. Even though he didn’t see his physical appearance he could feel that this was an open door to other possibilities. Arlo walks over to Veltran’s throne.

GARGOYLE PRINCE FLIES

Hey Arlo, catch! Says Porter as I catch the fire ball thrown at me. Living in the underworld has its perks, the commodity of it all sooths me. I live in luxury as opposed to those less fortunate. Yet I can’t seem to shake the feeling that something is missing, I feel empty with no purpose. I have many acquaintances, royal friends. Everyone knows me, they want to get to know me, they envy me, they love me, as I do not. Being Gargoyle prince is as floating on a never-ending circus float, as it takes a toll on me. I fancy on dying and waking up in paradise, in heaven, leaving this awful grey charcoal that surrounds me in glass. it’s exhausting, the pressure to be the best, the most masculine, the smartest, the most refined – kills my bones every time. The prince in thy kingdom wants to just wreck in king style yet the burden of such a longed wait of waiting to be king is so not for the impatient generation that is I. It takes me in by the balls as it tightens me in lagoons of rivers in between. As then it spits me out and throws me the river falls as go down as falling bastard. Where I lay, I shower in others sense of what or how I should be as, my gargoyle fire escapades from my ignition key. As I walk the hallways of satanic school for Gargoyles what I see does not reflect who I am as nothing fill my belly. I want to dance to every sound, as if the wings are not in place, as if I haven’t bloomed yet. Yet my cock takes me in speed of unexpected, reckless at times yet that’s simply me. A horn dog with Gargoyle wings, a romantic, a charmer and a complete asshole. The adrenaline fuels my soul kid, I am in colors that don’t seem to match one another yet I just go with it. I wonder if maybe I am of color blind or if the evil gods pulled a sick trick on me, I am of satanic blood why must I feel as I am of opposites. I see colors in more than me, the rhythm takes me in more than silver grays. As if I live in the wrong dimension in intergalactic mix tape. I have dreams of touching paradise and going up to heaven, my father would go ballistic, if he knew, he would disinherit me or even worse, sentence me to death for being a traitor. I say as I fly for life itself, in killing time I fly in royal lucky beats. I landed by the metro station, as I walked, finally I was able to step inside the bus. The Gargoyle next to me; had this perverted look, looking at me from head to toe. He gave me that look, you know that look, of let’s fuck now.

As I pretended to not be interested,

he kept staring,

in screw me that is.

In whip it out,

suck it,

as he went for it,

he sucked it in warm mouth,

slobbering from the tip to the throat.

Expert I tell you,

the boy briefs he was wearing screamed use me,

rail me,

slide me open until I cum,

so,

I obliged.

After my hot sizzling time I came home as my dad saw me walk in. Hey Arlo come here. I want to show you something. Says Veltran. I was covered in sweaty balls and funk smell, yet this was so out of my control. Hey dad what’s up? I asked. You, see? He asked. I see what? I asked. The tree, the family ancestry tree. Says Veltran. Wow is that grandma rose? I asked surprised. You mean lady Orchid? Yes. He confirmed. Wow everyone looks so young and happy. I said admiring the difference in the past and the now. Well things were a bit easier back in the day. But see where your portrait will be after your king. Says Veltran. That’s amazing dad, yeah am who’s the one picking his nose, though? I asked a bit grossed out. Oh, that’s your causing Jeremiah Orchid, he was a funny child molester, we had to sentence him to death as many kids disappeared, he was starting to be a problem. Even hell has its limits. Says Veltran. So, dad, I was thinking of going away this weekend. I spoke. The hell are you talking about? He asked. I just feel as I need a break from the underworld I need to venture out. I spoke. What could you possibly want in the outside world that you are not getting here. Says Veltran. A sense of adventure, dad to explore what’s out there and hopefully to fall in love. I spoke. Veltran starts laughing. In love? Don’t make me laugh… You’re going to fall in love on a weekend? What’s this about, tell me? Asked Veltran. I had a dream about this hybrid that I can’t seem to get him out of my head, I want to go see him. I said all enamored with a ghost. What hybrid? Is this about sex? Because there are plenty of gargoyles you could fuck here. Veltran asked. "Yesterday I had this crazy dream that a fellow was waiting for me. As he gave me signal to run, arrows came our way, I grabbed him as we escaped the tower by flying away. I can’t really make sense of this; I just know I must go.

KING VELTRAN IS APPALLED AS HE DOES NOT TAKE THE NEWS VERY WELL.

If you dare to leave to leave, I will haunt you down and you will see my true wrath. Says Veltran. But dad. I said as he interrupted me. No son of mine will be mingling with a hybrid specially outside our realm. He said shaking his head, in such denial it was hard to even get a word in. But why? I asked. They are trash, hybrids are trash. Slaves! Why would you want to be caught dead with one? Their below our ranks don’t you get that! The slightest scandal if this gets out could tarnish you, as it would reflect bad upon me, don’t you get that? You ungrateful piece of shit! Says King Veltran in such rage. Dad! Common have some compassion… I spoke. You think compassion built this underworld. Look around you, we are Gargoyles. Darkness surrounds us. We do not surrender ourselves to hybrid savages. We keep to ourselves for a reason to not mix our superiority with simple minded aliens. We are the ones that change history by keeping those hybrids savages at bay and keep a balance in the Galaxy. We are god’s my son. Why waste your energy on a hybrid? Asked King Veltran. Have you ever loved someone dad? I asked. You dare speak of love! In the underworld? You umbellic, small minded naïve twat. You must be out of damn mind. Says Veltran. You hit me! I shouted. I will hit you harder if you do not leave my sight. Go. Now!" Says dad. My face was burning the humiliation of him slapping me that burned even more than the actual slap as my grandmother walked by, I simply gave her a lot of disloyalty.

LADY ORCHID: There, there no need for such barbaric behavior…

KING VELTRAN: He has clearly never felt hunger in his life! He has no idea how the outside world is.

LADY ORCHID: There is better ways to teach such lessons my son. Creating fear crates confusion and self-doubt.

KING VELTRAN: Spare me the details please… How about you take some time with Lucky… You seem like you have plenty of time in your hands.

LADY ORCHID: My son, you know I’m of old age…All I’m saying is take him outside this palace show him all the aliens that are starving, and he will be more appreciative of you.

KING VELTRAN: I smell bullshit… Why are you here?

LADY ORCHID: There’s rumors that a hybrid has been creating problems. Roaming around free, is that right?

KING VELTRAN: Do you think I give a fuck about an ordinary hybrid. What I really care is about how the fuck I’m going to be able to control this thirst… That’s what I really care about. Sustaining this curse of having to suppress my hunger over this fucking realm.

LADY ORCHID: Your father the King, may his soul rest in peace, always clean those messes right and there.

KING VELTRAN: I am not dad! Besides those are just simply rumors...

LADY ORCHID: Oh, my child. It’s me you’re talking to. I was queen once you know. Rumors tend to either create more damage my son, it’s better to take hands on. Especially when they are true facts.

LADY ORCHID LOOKS AT ONE OF HER LADIES.

LADY ORCHID: Shona, how old am I?

SHONA: Your royal highness, you are 75 years old.

LADY ORCHID: Correct. You know what it takes to reach this age?

Shona: Lots of sleep?

LADY ORCHID: Knowledge. My dear son, you lack knowledge because you’re too busy creating a false representation of what’s really going on. What’s going to happen when Mio grows up and catches you eating a hybrid’s heart or worse. See you at that horrible tower of dead bodies.

KING VELTRAN: That will never happen mother. I have it under control. So, keep your voice down and hush now. I must attend some important matters, good day now.

KING VELTRAN: Porter!

PORTER: Yes, my King.

KING VELTRAN: What’s in the agenda for today?

PORTER: Let’s see. Tea with the Duke of seagrass in an hour and Lady Orchid wants to go over the plan on how save on water and be more efficient.

KING VELTRAN: Fuck that! I don’t even like the duke of seagrass, he’s just a little bottom feeder that keeps on feeding from us. You know what cancel my whole day. Run the bath. Let it run till the top. Let’s put that on the agenda. Bath time four times a day or even six depending on my mood, also lots of candles.

PORTER: My King, we are on the verge of drought and the crown is trying to cut on expenses as people are hungry. Our resources have been off lately, and Orwell runs on water you know… I mean of course you know but just to clarify.

KING VELTRAN PULLS PORTERS PONYTAIL WITH FORCE.

KING VELTRAN: You see my face. Do you think I give a fuck about this planet or it’s water? You pull that smart ass bullshit on me, and I will suffocate your stupid little cunt face until you swallow the water you desperately seek.

PORTER: Oh my…We don’t want that… Pardon me my royal highness. Writing it now so I won’t forget later. The King of Orwell does not give a fuck, period.

KING VELTRAN LOOKS AT PORTER WITH ANNOYANCE.

KING VELTRAN: Write this as well. Leave my presence you nasty creature; you’re making your king nuances.

KING VELTRAN LEAVES THE CASTLE AS HE STEPS ON HIS SPACESHIP ON THE HUNT FOR HYBRID MEAT.

VISIONS OF LOVE

I left in tiptoes around the palace as I did not want anyone to see me, I left in zorro heat to an Antonio Banderas movie. I was horny out of my mind; what can I say I am a royal tsunami; can’t a king explore outside of this realm? I am exhausted of all the cream and puffs of lady like bits. I needed to explore as a masculine alien. Haunting around for trolls in dirt and perversion so they could sniff my aura into one of their rigorous most damage feels, I wanted them to rape the germ in me. I ended up partying in some old pub as a crack head in midsummer’s night dream would feel as. The difference was that the differences in my guilts raised as I saw a clear reflection of one’s status and one’s passions. I grabbed with a small bong had some of its finest rock in crystal. Social status was getting in the way of my work and my sex life. May I tell you that one does not stand of injustices of the heart. In ones vain of glory, one must never resist temptation of the most divine of pleasures. As to when I party, I make you feel as a cowboy in aphrodisiac trash. I fuck in savage style meets Elvis Presley, as the night went on, dicks on switch hit me - in ay caramba! In a vision of love meets Mariah Carey as she spoke to me with words of wisdom telling me to take caution in one’s love affair as it takes one great king to bestow upon this situation at hand. As royal me this, I grabbed my cojones and I wonky tonka out of these rags. As I am having a blast, in the dry heat, I ascend in busting cum affairs. The guitar took me in reclining my aura while Guillermo played instruments Infront of his most adored of kings. The view was VIP as I climbed on rings of fire. As in Tujunga we do things a bit differently, we enjoy the male aliens down and under. Don’t mind me while I play with fire, as I hit the bars of my most desired hellhole. Call me King of hearts, bitch! As I walk the streets of flaming alley in undercover. I flirt my way around as no one even knows the many faces I have, they come in many forms as I am the most fake of them all. I linger in the night as I bring you in with me. Jamming strawberry all over papa’s most adorned garden as I fuck many Adam’s in between, just for the hell of it, that is. Is not that I do not appreciate the values of our capital’s most civil laws, I write them I know what they constitute as. The fact that I bore in what the laws of the Orchid household represent, does not mean I should drown in them. They take me in hangs of aww galore of bore. You get me? Call me good cop, bad cop, but now I want more of less fortunate, I want to devour the meats in wakes of thee.

ARLO WAITS TILL EVERYONE IS ASLEEP AND SLOWLY LEAVES TOWARDS THE MAGIC BLACK MIRROR.

LUCKY FOLLOWS ARLO.

LUCKY: Lucky where are you going?

ARLO: Hush! You’re going to wake the others.

LUCKY: Where are you going?

ARLO: I need to go to Planet Muni.

LUCKY: Arlo! Are you insane?

ARLO PUTS HIS HAND ON LUCKY’S MOUTH.

ARLO: If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to tell everyone that you’re into eating your own kind.

LUCKY: That’s fucked up, even for you. Go ahead, everyone knows I like fresh meat not gargoyle rough skin.

ARLO: Common Lucky. I need this.

LUCKY: No, every time I listen to you, I end up in a deep black hole.

ARLO: Your right let’s stay to here wash away…

ARLO GRABS LUCKY’S ARM AND JUMPS INTO THE BLACK MIRROR. SWIRLS OF DARKNESS SURROUND THE TWO GARGOYLES AS THEY BOTH SCREAM FLOATING IN TIME.

PLANET ORELL

Orwell was unlike any other city I’ve encountered, there was glass and every corner of the city as even the gondolas were made from glass, the trees were covered in glass the clouds looked as glass – all around me was of glass - a crystal ball in moving as I stood in the middle so many pedestrians in one color Is it me or am I the only one with a beard? I asked Shapiro around all that surrounded me. Shapiro remained quiet murmuring to himself as what in the name was happening all around me. what’s wrong with you old woos? I asked as Shapiro flew away ignoring me as well. As everyone around was flying by me as I did not matter in this world, I was alone in fast paced sequence. Where I was too short, to bearded, to outspoken, to witty. To many as I gave up, I took upon myself to slide on tweakersland one more time as I roamed the park, laughing going to the theater, eating popcorn, candy, chocolate Evol’s gummy bear action. I did everything you could imagine. I explored the many possibilities of being young again as something was missing, something magical. Something extraordinary, I wanted to jump to the mere existence of that one thing that would rock boat. Cloudy skies are my favorite; I get a scenery of the magic that’s all around me. I get to observe the creatures that roam around me while I hunt rabbits that appear to be dead. My dad was a sucker for arcade adventures, as I was not, yet I enjoyed such deviant games. Clowns in the other hand not so much I despise them, I go in the hunt for them as well. I take them to pieces, call me sucker for blood, only rabbit blood though. I am very picky about the blood that I slurp. A day goes by in arcade fun as Slurpee’s, kids running, and just plain space vibe hit in wonders. As I stand still on wood wearing an Elvis custom, ice-cream cone on my left hand as I look at the ocean with glaring eyes. Says Mio.

Ocean breeze,

The ease,

Of Melancholy,

roamed in haunted geez.

In sneaks of dark,

As she waved in love tides.

The air hitting my pale face in fear,

as acts of salt savored me in such delights.

TWEAKERSLAND

As I slide down the slides of Tweakersland, as sweat comes dripping down my forehead, creatures start merging in my head. Creatures start vision of play. In tweakerland the temptation to get fucked can easily be arranged. Snores of meth, smokes of meth, parachutes of meth and many other ways of meth dry me in questions of spinless head. The sex takes me on dick hard space, as coins are drop in arcadia fun. The jerks of me become in story yet the warns of red flag keep erasing the original profile. In traps of such tale, Romeo and Juliet suffer the queer consequences of tragic tales.

THE ORCHIDS CHATAU

Life was easier back when we were poor, as my brothers and I sat the table, the hammock by the patio was all that was of tremendous roaring sounds. Nothing out of the ordinary surface us, the house was of intense sounds as only during breakfast and before supper we were allowed to roam our kingdom in vulgar style. We are a bit of a different specie we are a bit frivolous, spoiled and hood street royals at best. Simple is not in our vocabulary as we are one of most prestigious families in Evol. We act simple classic living, yet inside we are not of such plain waters; our dad didn’t want us to catch up to the world; he knew so well it would cause us harm. We are savages, we do as we please, we break the rules. As in every single motherfucking rule that is passed by law, we are corrupt, guilty. I’m taking about bestiality, incest, fornication, the list goes on and on. No judgement zone though, as my family is my most adorn of sentimental gift that God has bestowed upon me. As he created the modern world of Evol he also created a sanctuary for us as he knew soon enough, consequences would arise. Others in jealous tones of greed were going to try to take possession of his unique creations. Dad wouldn’t like us running around the palace at night specially with all the commotion that was happening due to the hybrid war. I wrote to Melo every other Sunday. As for the news of new world approaching with such updates of new robotics taking over as helpers, so they say.

Our dads company made a huge impact on our life’s as one day were on the streets and the next our dad was the face of this virtual game. After that everything change, even the smell in the air was out of the ordinary. Melo was all I could think about, how silly he would eat the fruit of such hydration, the pink he would show as he would shy away in embarrassment. As Fairytale was of us, I tried my best to keep the crown happy and keeping my emotions steady and perked. Especially since my past was not the most fruitful nor to brag about in conversations of such royals. The commandments were brutal following rules I could not withhold to obey. As I was pushed around and trained in the most rigorous of ways. Warms crawling in burns of fire feeling of such Tedious, as the change in the weather, around me was pouring in rain. As a canvas, I felt my colors dripping from me as others would take spins on me. I felt as many were brushing the colors on my face until it all faded away from my reflection. I was blemished, bleached, painted, bruised, torn, made as I turned into something else.

Hello? Oh, hi! I was wondering if Liam is home. Oh, his out? Well can you tell him I called once again, please. I beg of you Magnolia; I’m going out of my mind here. Says Melo. Wait hold on, he just walked in. Says Magnolia. Liam! It’s Melo... What’s up what do your wat? Asked Liam. Hey why haven’t you answered my calls? What’s going on with you? Asks Melo. Nothing just been working a lot… says Liam. Just tell me. You been acting strange. Is it something I did? Asks Melo. No, it’s me. Listen I can’t talk right now. Talk to you soon. Says Liam. No! I want to talk now! Hello? Hello… You motherfucker!" I shouted. When you give yourself to one that fights your validation and seeks your attention, I find to be one of the most attractive qualities in a relationship. As I start to feel loved, devotion, I start to catch feelings. Once he had me, I went in swings of controlling and possessive, as all my insecurities start taking me in distractions of addiction or self-sabotage. In sudden force you get side blinded with tricks, lies as Methamphetamine makes me believe such emotions are real. I fell in quicksand as a note of lies was all it took for me to lose it. I felt eyes all around me, I felt as If I was being watched and I was right, yet I approached violence instead. I started crying in desperation as I start destroying my apartment, my two TVs, my lamps, I started cleaning with bleach for others to not take my DNA. That day I went on the hunt to numb such wrecking pain, felt as if a lion was ripping my heart. I kept walking everywhere to see if the feeling was going to leave my sight the organic way. As I walked my dog and being chased by others, I decided to leave her behind in a secured house as she didn’t deserve the cruelty I was living. I then preceded to find anything I could to stop the hurt. As crystals I found, I gathered along them as I started wearing them sparkle, you could see them through my room, tiny little diamonds everywhere around me. I could smell it in my sheets, in my pockets in my underwear. As I fume, I go to you, you are there with me as I am not alone anymore, I can feel your touch, you make me feel at ease, in control, fear leaves me presence. I’m home as I kill myself, here is a letter for your amusement.

Dear Liam,

Just one taste of your love did it. When I came across your eyes, those brown hazel eyes, oh that angelic face that surrounded goodness. How lucky was I to dive into such beauty? That spark that hallucinated from the back of my chest. It awakens my whole kingdom; my walls come crashing down like yellow thunder. My hands trembling with cuts of cold ache. The skies had emerged into one solar eclipse. The lust turned into a sweet touch of honey. My tiger heat awakens by the butterflies that surround my insides. My kingdom was free of all the bitterness and cunning. I don’t have to run any longer as I look up, I shall remember all you did. I was a lost clueless soul. No aspiration, I was drowning trying to gasp for air. An all-American stuffed piggy bank, greedy and full of remorse. So much love to give yet so afraid to show it. I am good, yet I hide in this shield that is made from real baby blues, they surround my soul like rivers in the sky. I was always scared of being seen in a beautiful light. The kind of light that is pure and transparent. I love you and I don’t know if I’ll ever change like you want me to be. The negativity creeps like the wind. Once it hits, regret and remorse come down to punch and then despair takes control. I am many shades in one. Our colors don’t seem to align with our lover and for that I must let you go.

I beyond love you, crazy…

Melo.

As I look up to the stars, I see myself go up in flames.

The swirl hits the ashes of Melancholy that take me away.

Haunted Maze

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I woke up in sweats of terror thinking I was a kitty wrapped in white tape. Tape all around my mouth, suffocating, gasping for air as I came to realize it was me taking off the tape of an unknown cat. Questioning and asking for answers? I hear the voice of my mother from a distance. As I ask her why she would do such things to a cat. The feeling of cruelty floods my guts to the core, shivering in cold and hot. Realizing in sudden movements there was nothing there, just a nightmare on a cruel reality. Treasures floor waives sounds hit in as a voice from space, as lingers in the background. As I follow such shadow, I go into a haunted maze, where mirrors where clear as shinning armors. In sudden fear I decide to leave as I had forgotten about my dad, when a hand touched my elbow, as my face reflected in different color hues of orange and green, I pushed him away. I want to play, play I said. Says Mio. Get off of me. Says Arlo as he pushes Mio down the mirror as the little boy in lucky stripes, merge inside such glass.

GLASS BROOM MATCH

Melancholy strikes as slumber opens in gates of nostalgia. I start vomiting as the match starts. The glass broom was a jet ski taking me in many waves as we finished the line crossing the border and all the creatures aligning. I was hit by lighting. A thunder struck me in half. Sadist talks to masochist as they have a chat, in drinking potions, they sign treaties of the heart. In Space highway covered in Bodies as the smells from skeletons lurked. I start paddle boarding, on my glass broom. As they cause awful pains in scars, in buzzing noises. In flipping switches, I was inside a Greek room console. Alone with no one, in my small-minded world. me below water was of neon lights, I was glowing in miracle miles. Where everyone around me got bigger, I could see the city from where I stood. As I speed in, I saw my four, my soul took a break as it parked in happiness just for a time being. I stood up the yet ski as I let it take me in all that was me at that precise moment. My eyes were switching directions trying to arrange pieces as all that was left took me in tears. I was evolving, my roots were taking ahead of time as the challenge was still ahead of me, I simply rolled with it. I started to hear your voice once again; I start to remember the times you would sing to me on the fountain next to the river as I would go and fetch you. Knowing quiet well you would need pink affection in a small room. I dressed in my spartan armor, yet water was below me, in wrong attire I stood. In crackling noises, the room breaks down its walls as you appear inside a world made from glass. As I try to start my broom, it starts shutting down with pleasurable pains, that I could not avoid. As I bite my tongue, I cannot control the bites. As if my actions were control by something bigger, all my emotions united in revengeful acts of self-harm, ordering me to stop. As if they knew I was not going to do what they asked, my emotions were having the best of days, they knew me so well, as my subconscious grows bigger than my actions. The olive trees moved as thunder made its way hitting the hills of sorrows. I then continued to rip my skin slowly, enjoyed every bit of the excruciating bitterness. It electrified my morphine with such data and knowledge. I lost the match; I was losing matches every single day by enjoying falls that made my heart fly.

In knowledge,

I whisper,

In tempting whit,

My soul conquers.

Dear Krypto,

A lunatic devious mischief of glass you are, in a quick glance your Southern charm and words can wrap thyself in a in a naïve young reckless heart, with drops of poison that you spread, breeding waste and toxic. I want you to know that the person you met once died, that person was not being truthful and was trying to please you, by saying all the right things for you to shine. After the Krypto experience, an experience that stuck like glue, leading the way to dangerous acts, by self-harming my worth with mimic glances of you. I became your biggest fan, clouded with insecurities, bleaching and hiding my scars. What I gain from you was attention as you have never left my left ear, you’re in the back of my head always whispering and scheming. I turned bad because of you, and not in an obvious fresh out the boat way. In the worst way, in a little empty doll house with a picket fence. The Betty and Don show, as the main door closes personality disorders, character after character making their way into a manic, retched soul who was locked in with way out. Well, my right ear was pissed, so pissed she was not having it. She destroyed that doll house to the ground. Her name is Tonya, she comes and goes from time to time, and she despises you, you made her feel as she was trash, disposable trash, filthy smelly trash. Tonya repented and mended her ways and has come to love herself as Trash. She found some mystical friends in the sky that are helping her in their own devious ways. The ghosting leads me here.

The world conspires and lend me a pass, but this time the pass had a spectrum of colors. It was diverse and fair; unlike the pass you gave me. Trash finds inner gold in a better world.

Best Regards,

King of hearts.

PARADISE DISCONNECTION IN TIME TRAVEL ERROR.

I kept trying to pull unto the rope as I had Mio on one hand and the rope in the other, the scissors kept making cuts, as my hands kept burning in acid. I kept thinking I did not come this far to end this way, as I kept pushing and thinking of no son of mine was ending in such tragic end. My wings were protecting Mio as a blanket. Don’t worry daddy has you, no one will harm you. I said as the immense pain was unbearable, the acid was pouring as rain. The acid thrown was melting my skin, tearing holes unto my gargoyle form as the robot in me was shutting down in error. My skin was tearing apart as my metallics were showing. As I tried to protect Mio from getting acid, I was losing balance. The fairies looked at each other and came to our rescue, they came from hiding to lift me up as all the living things followed as well, my creatures lift us up. All the living beings from Hartsook made way to save Mio and I. King Narciso starts to cast a spell to separate us, yet I hold tight as shacked the spaceship.

Is that a heart burn pill? I asked.

I found it in the sink. Says Ked.

Fuck it!, I said as I swallowed as it takes me into another door, this one in house of real color hues. Reflecting my untainted passions, my many reflections of malice acts. The many soldiers I was in control of as battling in greed, manipulating my clients and gaining power with drops of eggs in pharma’s most adorned empire. Mio is seen as outside of