"I would never, myself, eat soul food. It's nasty. Taste horrible. Lincoln, he ate soul food. I thought it was popular. So, Beulah had made it and smelled a little funny, but it was my birthday so I ate it."
"What?" How did I get back? Growden sits in a chair next to a lone nightstand. I'm on the floor, I lift to see a third leg, but the foot is crooked. "I have a tail!" he yells at me. "Shit is kind of helpful. I mean, I had cancer and when I started eating shit. It went away. I even got smarter."
His face falls off, and I sit up completely at the sight of Mable, Cydney. "I ate shit. I love what it did. It took cancer out of me!"
This bitch. "Why are you alive!"
"Because I eat shit! That medicine you made doesn't work. You won't even use it to bring me back." She has two eyeballs. Four eyes. Two below and two up top. Her eyes are red and shit is stained in the corner of her mouth.
"I ate shit Nikki, that's what made me do all those things. The prostitution, the shooting, I even tied you up like jesus and sent you on fire. I cut off your daddy's dick because he raped me!" she beats her chest. "Do you know what that fells like? That giant nigger put his muddy fingers on me. He choked me and I couldn't beath." she cries.
"You alright. Even better, I'm alive."
"I hate you!"
"I cured cancer."
She boosts out of the chair. "Shit healed me!"
"You ate radiation. Ate shit, so that's a double chemical compound..." I answer bored. "And you did drugs." I count on my fingers. "You did crack, the classic. You did benzodiazepine and morphine. I gave you lean, you stole my multiple sclerosis medicine. You deliberately went to the clinic to get drugs and they kicked your ass out."
"ENOUGH!" she squeezes her head. "I had my whole life ahead of me!"
"You ate shit."
"I WAS DYING!" she screams. "Because of feces and then you ate a dog, cut mine in half, thanl Iblis for bringing him back-"
"He's a mutt!"
"He literally has like a giant dog himself."
"He isn't real!"
"He is. He like big and black. He's very good looking. Unlike you and all that Christian goop around your lip." I mutter. "Clean that shit up."
"FUCK YOU!" she blasts vomit out her mouth and nudgets of shit are joined with small pieces of intestines. "I HATE YOU!" she hollers.
"Thank god it ain't me..." I tilt my head. "The devil isn't real! You fucking satanist!"
"Amen," I get up off the floor. "But I believe in my uncle."
"I believe in my Sam!" she vomits on the wall again. "O'Samuil! The Obayifo gave me life!"
"And boo-boo."
"I NEVER CARED ABOUT YOUR FATHER!"
"Same. Oh, and you tired to kill my mother." I smack my lips. "Stem cells."
"You little--" she vomits on the floor. I levitate and stare in disgust. "Where is the Asambosam?"
"Where is your ratchet ass uncle?"
"In hell, in the pool, probably sleep. Yet comfortable." She bends her back and spurs vomit on the ceiling. It rains down on her as it lunches from her throat. "I NEEDED MONEY!" she coughs. "I'm so fucked up."
Tears pour out of her. I roll my eyes. "I ate toilet paper." she wails. "I didn't wanna flush it. I look horrible."
"Yes." I look over to the clean side if the wall. "I can't fucking stand you!" she shrieks. Her stomach busts open and grabs her intestine. She whips it at me, but I shield myself with my wings. "Gesundheit!" the word is so strong, that it rips the solid floor apart. Cydney screeches, "I'm Besujia! Men like nasty whores! Sam loves me!" She turns around and splits down the crack of her ass. Her but thole is nonexistent. "Eating shit made my ass disappear! It's not even that bad. I can sit down without pain."
"This shit is nasty!" I yell. "BLOW!" it's like a gunshot and the word becomes a gold missile. It blasts her left arm away. Blood splatters on the concrete floor. This room is so familiar to me, is it a house? "Whose house is this!"
"I don't know." she hurls. She grabs her stomach and cries. "Revive me!"
"Hell no." I summon a bubble. It hovers over Besujia. "Shit hit the fan, it's like a rock hill falling down, very important descions, is it life or death–never asking for help, you can do bad all by yourself." the bubble catches every word I rapped. They swirl around on the inside, bumping into each other. "BUST!" the bomb drops and the ceiling comes crashing down. Besujia yells as she is buried under rubbish. She hollers so loud, I think she's having a heart attack. Underneath is a pool of blood. I fly through the hole in the floor. Where am I? I think I'm still in Eden. "Mpenda!" I shout. "Holler if you hear me!"
I have to land on the ground. "Help me!" Oh shut the fuck up. I'm going through it all over again.
"Mpenda!" I run to the stairs. I came out of the basement and this is the main floor. I turn my head looking at the parlor and library I get down from the stairs and head to the library. Inside I see Porter laying on the floor with his intestines gone. I go to the whole in the wall and Sissi's picture has changed. It's just Cydney, Besujia, smiling. I take out the picture out and read the back. "Ooo GgRr ara rAAAa Ooo grRr RAaA Rrr rAaA Orr!!." What the fuck is this? I can't read it! The words change and I still can't read it. It says, "Ooo GRRR orRR RAAAAAAA RAaAA!!"
The effects of eating shit. What do I do with this? I stuff it in my chest. I got big ones anyway. What's this? A little gold key. I feel around my pants for some pockets and drop the key in the back pocket. Why am I suddenly so angry? I head back up stairs and look for Sissi. There is a photo but it's just Besujia.
She's drinking a cup of liquid in the photo. It changes and she's sticking her tongue out. Her four eyes are back but smaller.
Is it a demon?
I go and look in the room I was tied in. I go straight for the desk drawer. And a side of a pair of white double x underwear, pink bra size G, lipstick, three pairs of socks, jewelry, and a photo of centipede. I pick up the picture and look at it from front to back. It reads... "I'm tried of eating these, I ate one today, there getting harder. I kept one as a pet! I named him Ludvig."
He crossed it out and the typos in it make it seem rushed. This is plantation Eden, I just don't understand. The centipede is sitting on a pancake with strawberry syrup think the centipede is stuck. "Play." using the method. I see the centipede move on the pancake. Suddenly, it's stabbed with a fork. The picture repeats the scene.
"What are you doing?" says a voice. I turn around and she a man in a dark suit. "Shikki, Nikkia Banks, Besujia is just resting. I'm telling you something very important. It doesn't matter if you leave, it doesn't concern marriage, it doesn't have anything to do with the Word." he stares at me. "The world is ending. I'm getting rid of the realm. It's open, literally it's just across the street. Ain't that crazy?"
"How is the world ending?" I ask foolishly.
"I broke it. So they could feed. Growden is Sidney, and my bitch." he smiles. His hand goes to his zipper, and he drags out his penis. It flops down nearly touching the floor. "You wanna touch it?"
"No..." I state matter-of-factly. "I used this on the antichrist. I fucked her."
I look from side to side. "I'll do it again."
"Do it!" I don't wanna be told this. "I'll fuck her in the mouth."
"Good luck."
"I like vomit."
"Ok." my voice is low.
"I'll get her pregnant. Can you take it?"
"Sure." I look at the wall. "This is a realm of nightmares. Cydney can't dream. She wanted to be a nasty. And I like it. A nasty ass heifer."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Because I just made a baby. He doesn't have a name. Can you take care of him?"
"No?" What is happening? His dick sucks back into his pants, "I am the asambosam. They establish themselves among the trees in the woods, where they dwell and consume anyone who happen to walk into their area. I am a vampire." he smiles his fangs stick out like a whole pinky. "I don't care. I'll spread it everywhere. Besujia is my bitch. I want to be king of the world. Vampires everywhere."
"Ok."
"I know. It's scary." his face transforms and his nose disappears. His top lip shrink and these two his wings at the bottom of where his nose should be appeared. Bumps line his nose. It sicks back out, a little snort snub of a nose. "I don't eat shit. I'm a bat." his tongue, licks his nose, "Make it out my house. Take care of my baby,"
I look behind him and this baby is there. He has a hutch back and no penis. The baby's wings fly out. They cover his deformed face. "Sicut pater sum. Etiam mentiri possum."