The Big Blue Flying Animitron Pt. 2

    Sissy's face tilted in that odd way she had of sliding off. Her eyes were glassy, and she did look very far away.

Day dreaming no doubt. That is a family trait. To day dream. We all did slide  off very often. Well, I know I did, often.

     "Sissy," I said so softly, it sounded like the thin line between lip and glass. "Sissy,"

     "Hm mm, yes,"

     "Well, there you are. Where did you go?".

     "Forgive me if I go up the stairs dear Jayne?"

     "Surely not, of course go. Ring me if anything, will you?"

     "Certainly."

     "Alright then, good night."

     "Good night,"

      Alright, I thought then. She is Sissy E. 

     E. I filed E. in England. When Sissy E. came out things weren't to bad. She was so terribly proper..  ARGH! I actually could not stand E. Her psychiatrist was unendurable. Tight lipped. I ultimately favored my thought that Dr. was made of stone.

     Time, come back please...please. Aah, I believe time is not who he says he is. Telling me he is quarter past three and three fifteen at the same time. When I asked about this curious debacle, he only said to me this outrageous ditty... Well, he said, time did "you are able to stand in different places at the same time"

     What?, I asked. He just watched me, and tilted his head in that queer manner, the same as Sissy had done, and then he was off.

     I wonder which letter Sissy will be tomorrow. Provided she doesn't get up in the middle of the night requiring a new and different letter. Then of course to decide whether the letter is upper or lower case.

The Blue Flying Animitron

Mom was dead.
Long live the bloody mary. No, the bloody mary is a drink. Right.
We left the hospital after she died. I sat in Sissy's car. The silence was the proverbial,deafening.
Sissy's long nails were finished red. They were beautiful. She handled the wheel with grace, and confidence. She shook, but she was a fabulous driver, always was. She was alot like dad this way. They both drove as though the car was connected to the road.
"Well, that's it." She said to me.
"Yes." I said back to her. I watched her. She was sad. Her profile was vulnerable at this moment. "How do you feel?"
"Okay", she sucked in air.
The last time I saw her this way, she told me about the terrible day her husband got killed.
"I'd love a bloody Mary." I told her.
"Your an alcoholic."
"Yeah," I said. "Never mind."
"What did you think?"
"About what?"
"Her dying."
"Fabulous show."
"Katie," my sister said and started laughing.
"What?" I elongated the 'a' and also started to laugh.
We caught eyes, hers brown, mine blue, they mixed, and we exploded in laughter.
"This is terrible. We shouldn't be laughing like this now."
"I know that."But we were, we were laughing hysterically. Was it nerves? It didn't feel as though it were nerves. Maybe it was the mystical 'release' of all that had built up over these past months. It felt more like that. Yes, a release.
As we reached the driveway of Sissy's house,I started to cry as did she. I walked around in a daze.
It is such an odd feeling when someone you love dies. There are things you go through.
First I couldn't feel my body. As though I was in the midst of fantastic anxiety voyage.

Brain Universe

Imagine a dark starry universe with a fixed firmament. The firmament is my skull.
The dark universe is my brain. i am living with a brain explosion.
How do I get the far reaches back to a fixed size?
The space is enormous. The echoes are loud. I hear someone call my name. Are they far away, or am I?
Make sense? I make perfect sense to me, what is the problem with you?
Me? There is nothing wrong with me, it is definitely you.
I am circular today. Moving around from place to place. Sometimes I move in a straight line, other days, not so much.
How do you move? Up, down, or around?

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