The Fourth Coming

Written by Priscilla Wong

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This work contains mature themes, language, and imagery intended for adult audiences only. The content may include depictions of violence, racist ideologies, sexual situations, and other potentially offensive material presented for satirical and critical commentary purposes.

Introduction

Three attacks drained the vital forces of the logical and the sane.

A surprise from the Imperial Japanese Navy on Pearl Harbor, 1941.

The Atomic bombs of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, 1945.

The World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 courtesy of Al Qaeda, Islamist terrorists from Saudi Arabia.

There were bound to be zombies and vampires in the aftermath. War was inevitable when first, the Imperial Japanese forces attacked, then came the Islamist Terrorists. Their rhetoric was full of egalitarianism, but those were mouthful of lies. The objective was to destroy democracy with foreign theocracy and socialism. Slowly, but surely. The Middle East Respiratory Syndrome eventually mutated into Coronavirus, as in, it came from the Middle East. The Japanese Encephalitis Virus targets the brain. JEV survivors suffer from permanent neurological complications. The carnage of MERS produced zombies, and JEV generated vampires.

I : Lake Superior

Between you and me, the Mexicans are last Mohicans. The Guanajuato Warriors wear leg warmers packed with garlic grenades, just in case they run into vampires. It's relatively useless against the supernatural. Coyote skins draped around their necks and frozen formaldehyde hawks strapped over helmets. Don't forget the raccoon skins held firmly in place to protect their erogenous territory. It's more distracting than frightening to a real vampire. They beat a lambskin drum with a painted spiral serpent sigil against the dark forces. A sacred instrument. It calls the ancient spirits to bring forth destruction and rebirth. The name they whisper is Morgana.

A Zombie King won a following by preaching a few rules crafted around his divisive reality.

1. Ugly is beautiful.

2. If you have acceptance, enter the light.

3. If you have oppression, stay in the shadow.

4. Always draw triangles over the works of other greater men. Triangles reveal secrets.

5. Look at me, now look at you. I am immaculate. You are a poser.

He has mottled brownish pink skin, crooked teeth, no jawline and a close cropped haircut that vaguely resembles Hitler. He fully believes in the brainwashing power of music. Found his start by playing music out of a bluetooth speaker on the streets of Queens, in a cool jacket and sneakers. He was originally a jackass pygmy from Borneo. Surviving MERS gave him super human strength. He decided it was time for the masses to rise up. The zombie army follow him to each word, all lacking in moral judgement. To test their faith, some are willing to drink their own urine for him. Once they drink, he moves them into the light. Those who refuse to degrade themselves are imprisoned. He has a notorious hatred for vampires.

Zombie King : Vampires are beautiful on the outside and ugly, greedy on the inside. If you can drink a vampire's blood, do it. Treat them as unicorns, whose powers will only increase your zombie prowess.

He only spoke of being a vampire hunter. No one ever saw him drink her blood. Too afraid to outshine their master, his followers kiss his feet and recite his words absentmindedly in the hopes of receiving scraps.

Zombie King : No, guys, guys! I'm half vampire. That's how I suck their blood. I came from the Caspian Sea. What are you looking at?

He grinned lackadaisically. He had a few underaged girls locked up in his walk in freezer. One Russian, a Japanese and a Chinese Korean. They used to be human and now, they're cadaver fetishes. The vampires scattered once they heard a new Zombie King was crowned. They didn't have the appetite to stick it out. Poison. They had two options. Disappear or join him. He claimed a vampire stray ate his heart. This girl, she's real. Scrappy and sure footed, they hid her from view. Her adoptive mother's the Vampire Queen and he vowed to grab a pussy.

Zombie King : No woman can resist playing Rose in Titanic!

Vampire Queen : No! Not her. Take my pussy instead.

Nobody gets away with giving her Vampire Queen a handjob unless she likes it. Her mother liked it, so she snatched it out, his heart, piping red and beating still. She ate it like popcorn. Some say it ought to make her queen. She didn't like the Q word. Being an underdog is always better. There are a few of her own rules.

1. Anyone can pass through light and shadow without permission.

2. The triangle has a special place inside a circle and a square.

3. Ugly is ugly and beautiful is beautiful.

4. Never drink urine for anyone.

5. If ever, your path crosses with the Zombie King, make sure to crush him.

Her JEV has the quality of constant mutation. Afflicted with a new face every week. Her affliction demands more blood. It's harder to come by. She developed a special bond with a Gaël.

South of Lake Superior, an enormous glass dome levitated above the Quaking Aspen sheltering two seasoned vampires.

Ben : Mother, might I ask of you, a favor? Would it be possible for you to partner me up with a living fine young thing, one who might bear my resemblance to seek to imitate the scrappy sure footed one? Oh, I don't even know what it is I ask for. Whether it's companionship or creative genius. What's next? Who will carry on our line?

Ben : How's your pussy, Mother?

Vampire Queen : Parched. I need a helping hand.

Ben, as dutiful as ever, began to massage the Vampire Queen. She immediately relaxed.

Ben : That surefooted one. What was her name again?

Vampire Queen : Persea!

She spat it out with scorn.

II : Persea

Hiding under a circular rock out in the Alger, someone spoke my name. I heard it perched upside down, while enjoying a lovely sunset. Caustics illuminated my gaze. Wide open space, pinkish peach. Past the dim autumn light and into the shadow, the water rippled dark and hypnotic. I stared at my new face. Only a little different from just a year ago. There's something I had to say, although I couldn't quite say it. The Gaël danced all around me, an iridescent dragonfly pinwheel in jewel tone. If you have something special, why not throw it away, so you'd never lose it? The Gaël, I caught it by its tail and skipped it a virtual distance away, a living blue stone, disturbing the stillness of Lake Superior with a minor drop of music. That way, I'd be certain no Vampire Queen can ever violate it, but never sure. The Gaël, no Zombie King will ever drink his blood. Blue magic, the thing reappeared in my hand, wings whistling, all chimes and echoes that stopped and ticked away rhythmically at my fingertips. Wouldn't you want to protect it by walking away? He has something of mine and I want it back. To retrieve it would mean a matter of arithmetic, if only should the math add up. I wound it up again, the Gaël, praying its spring oriented magnetic mechanism will never fail. Never would I say it again, even if I could. Wouldn't dream of it.

His name is Mordecai. This time, I tied the thinnest silk thread around the Gaël just like my human mother instructed during childhood, and let it dance away chasing the light. The blue thing gave chase into the mist until something caught hold. A conversation in a dispassionate tone took place in the quiet stillness upside down, trying to make sense of the voice pitched on the line. The sound is different from what I've known, except for a set of notes on the piano.

C flat major.

Mordecai : Hello, how may I help you?

Persea : Can't make it. Under house arrest.

Mordecai : Is that really what sets you apart from your competition?

Persea : It is.

Mordecai : Alright, house arrest. For what?

Persea : For eating the Zombie King's heart.

Mordecai : Is that really what you booked me for?

Mordecai isn't that interested in helping me. It's way more important that he helps himself.

Persea : Haven't you read the part in the book about how talented women are sabotaged?

Mordecai : I don't know anything about women or sabotage. You either have deals or no deals. I don't care about how hard you work. Just please don't waste my time.

Persea : What about the Zombie King?

Mordecai : Who?

Persea : He stole my Golden Eggs.

Mordecai : Your Golden Eggs? What's the significance?

Persea : They're magic.

Mordecai likes the words, magic and gold. He felt indifferent about the word eggs. He happens to be apart of an occult.

Mordecai : How did that happen?

Persea : By grabbing the Vampire Queen's pussy.

Mordecai : And that made him King. Could it be that simple?

Persea : They enjoy pedophilia.

Mordecai knows a little something about everything. A piece of sanity for every type of sociopath in his handbook.

Mordecai : She only wants what you prefer. Didn't you know that? She needs a moral compass.

Persea : Is that supposed to be you?

Mordecai : Sure, if privilege is power.

Persea : Within the occult?

Mordecai : Excuse me?

Persea : You're the chairman of the occult.

If vampires could blush.

Mordecai : I'm a professional and I can't help it if you developed feelings. For me.

Persea : Are you sure about that?

Mordecai : I feel used by you.

Persea : With what market capital?

Mordecai feels intruded upon. It's his job to convince me that he cares. He shows up almost nearly everyday. I have no choice but to accept his sincerity - whether or not the he convinces me. The flaws I zone in on with laser focus - they soften. The sharp corners and unsavory folds on foreign faces with plastered expressions are stark contrasts to my formless nose. The accents sound less monstrous out of talking heads that speak of reform and justice. It's how they're trained. Someone else would label certain humans as tacky - shady. Comfort zones are full of people like that.

Mordecai : Keeping my enemies closer with you, is all. Would it hurt you to show up once in a while?

Persea : With what dignity?

Mordecai looked confused on the other end. He had no idea how much trouble I was in. The scandal threatened to mire the entire organization between zombies and vampires. He didn't like waiting or being stood up. As far as he was concerned, Mordecai is a bad boy and Persea is a good girl, or was it the other way around. I don't think I'd ever trust a celebrity. But those ones would be his friends. With that thought, the silk thread on my Gaël gave out. The blue thing fluttered back into my palms. A snap on a small impact. I slipped the stone back into my pocket when a raven came down on me, all spit and black feathers.

Mordecai : From me.

Persea : You're distracting me from my job.

Mordecai : What if I take your land, your family away? Use you and dispose of you for good?

I paused to imagine loosing everyone. It's not up to me, is it now? I'm not sure if he set up the system of power to revoke my birthright in case of my rebellion. I better play a good girl in order to hold onto my husband and land. He doesn't know I'm married.

Persea : Do you presume to be God?

Mordecai : Not exactly.

Persea : Do you presume to be Cherokee?

Mordecai : Tell me, why do you think that?

Persea : Your tan and sleazy beard - for me?

Mordecai : My friends aren't sleazy.

Persea : If you look sleazy, you probably are.

Methodically angry male. Methodically unhinged female.

Mordecai : That makes one of us.

Persea : It shouldn't surprise you to know how disinterested I am now.

Mordecai : How unfortunate.

All I appear to offer at the present, is a sweet face and pretty words. It's not supposed to be smarter to pose as an idiot, but I do. He found out I'm a monster and it's difficult to shake him off. Desperation makes me a funny girl.

Mordecai : I swore you cried heart palpitations.

III : Wendigo

The forest shook, making way for a steel monster.

Splashing into the water, my torpedo shaped albino Wendigo marched into the rock. He lifted me up like a rag doll, shook me up and down, roaring at the top of his lungs, a death snarl that threatened to swallow me whole. Mordecai's raven cawed at his destruction. He slapped it away, his proportion to the bird, a man to a mosquito.

Wendigo : Mine, all mine!

Feeling blindly like a clumsy thief, my Wendigo stole the Gaël from my pocket and threw it across the distance of a football field.

Full of screams, guttural consonants mixed in with high pitched baby coos, he bound my feet and hung me back onto the ceiling like an exotic prized pet. He splashed away like a child into the night. Wendigo left dark vampire circles underneath my eyes. Mordecai was silent. Its his face I wanted to see. My shame is still raw and untamed.

Mordecai : You've betrayed your lowly social status and now I want nothing to do with you.

Something short and sweet.

His raven gave one final caw and exploded into oblivion. One shiny feather landed on my forehead. I picked it up and twirled it in between my fingers. Mordecai feathers are lighter than mine. Why doesn't he bear my weight of sapience? Maybe so, maybe no. I played the remainder of his song in tertian harmony, fingers stepping into clouds until I walked the sun into the distant horizon. The acoustics echoed against the stone chamber. Instinctively, I felt for the missing Gaël in my pocket, before unhinging my heavy black wings to take flight. I'm mute without it.

IV : Dome

No one in their right mind should ever take a zombie into her pussy. Light flooded with into the dome above the deciduous canopy. Dim lantern scintillating gently against the lake. I returned to the queen's side on bent knees. I read an expression of displeasure on her face. She's always uptight, because she's an inflexible C word. Only her feelings matter and no one else's. No amount of toil or long hours sacrificed ever meant anything to her. Her cravings were soon to be met, although she didn't know it yet. She spoke in clipped tones. Always good at making me feel bad.

Vampire Queen : Why don't you think about how many innocent people are being sacrificed for the Chinese Black Market. They use human placenta to refurbish their vitality.

Persea : How is that within my control?

Vampire Queen : I don't know how to convince you to give a damn, Persea.

Persea : About?

Vampire Queen : Anything other than yourself.

Persea : I already gave you a good portion of my youth.

She snarks about personal tidbits that have nothing to do with the conversation. I yawn and she's angry again.

Vampire Queen : Tell me what you want.

Persea : I would rather prefer it, if you'd kill the Zombie King instead of jerk him off each night. An eye for an eye.

I smiled. Her look of displeasure bore deeper into her face. Only trade secrets please, not politics. She never understood that there are no secrets, only instincts and timing. It'd have been better if I knew how to give her the right compliments. Then again, it'd only be fitting from a man.

Vampire Queen : Kill him? I don't think so. Not happy with eating his heart, Persea?

Persea : Forgive me - you have a soft spot for lechery and losers. Tell me, why didn't you let him commit suicide? He's good to nobody but you.

Vampire Queen : I can't come off as callous scum.

Persea : But that's what you are.

Vampire Queen : That's what you are.

That startled look meant I hurt her feelings. She likes violent words.

Vampire Queen : Coitus is shameful.

Persea : Persea is as chinoiserie as she will stay.

Vampire Queen : Where were you? Out chasing cocks?

Persea : My vitality is a shame compared to your charms, Mother Queen.

Vampire Queen : Poor dear. Look at your puny eyes. Aw...my heart breaks for you, Persea. So foggy.

My mask must have cracked when I felt her palpable joy for spurning my ego. Her's cracked too, into an expression I didn't fully understand. A mixture of pain and betrayal. She's a sensual being who bragged about grabbing balls. I'm only a child. She traced my silhouette with her quiet lizard eyes, her look was quizzical and satisfied. With that, I bowed and exited her chamber. After the door shut, the she hurried out of bed to change into her best outfit. Something skimpy underneath a mink fur coat. Draped the regal bed with flowers, glitter and pink. Lots and lots of pink. The Zombie King made her feel good for who she is. Lovable in any shape or form. Her flaws are beauty marks to him.

She positioned herself in waiting for the Zombie King. She did her best to imitate my look with kohl and shadow, tilting her head as I might in her manner of speaking, adjusting the micro expressions of her face, body language twisting and turning as I would for a more comfortable pose. She wondered whether or not I might imitate her. I might. We're both impossibly selfish and vain. She wrung out the remaining blood from my necktie, sipping every last drop before tossing it across the room like a worn rabbit. The Zombie King returned. The Vampire Queen smiled wide and opened her legs automatically.

Zombie King : You're always ready.

Vampire Queen : Its all I know.

Zombie King : Have you gotten any closer to reclaiming my heart?

His voice trembled.

Vampire Queen : It's a lost cause. Persea's apathy is poison.

She puckered up with feminine spry. The Zombie King looked mildly disinterested. She will never take it quietly, fuming and whining like a sprout trapped inside. Only she wasn't aware. If I were there to pour a bucket of cold water over her head, she wouldn't embarrass me with her bad behavior. I didn't feel like sticking around.

Vampire Queen : Here, I stole a lock of her black hair.

She tossed it towards him. He closed it inside his undead hands and took one solemn breath. She renewed her appetite by robbing me of my presence. I've never met a more vindictive woman aroused by my being. It was flattering. In the deal I signed with the Vampire Queen, she became more of a teen and I, more of a woman. Impersonal in nature. Might be referred to as fair trade. A decade's worth of passion and suffering, like any good partnership. You never know what emerges on the other side of a deal until it's done.

She smiled like a bimbo. I never knew her as a friend. If I did, maybe things may have turned out well.

There were 6 Golden Eggs in his possession. Ourelia, Solomon, Black Wing, Caballo, Oriel and Powell. There was something valuable in each one.

Only Mordecai has the ability to recover them each.

1. Centaur, Nymph and Prince from Ourelia

2. Dagger from Solomon

3. Raggedy and Angel from Black

4. Original Sin from Caballo

5. Crystal City, Princess and Prince with Lock and Key from Oriel

6. Baby, Fox and Deity from Powell

It's easy to cheat the apps. The programmer who designed our viewing mechanism is a star fcker in business. He designed a game changing system in an Illinois garage, to humiliate people all over the world at any given moment. A hyper intelligent recluse. Freak. The Zombie King gave the Vampire Queen a hand me down back rub, while she ignored the messages from her husband and children begging for funds. She pulled up the Persea's Golden Eggs app - so many shiny new eggs. Thanks, mine. Fat bottom girls like her, those women like to sit on faces. Misanthropes, all. In her perfect world, the dead are Mask - influencers, models, athletes and Persea (me, wow me).

The Vampire Queen lowered her standards to opened the first of my Golden Egg, wrapped as a gift from the Zombie King.

The gift tag read : To my Custard Pussy Queen.

She ripped open the box. It was a blow up doll - a perverted version of my Raggedy Ann from Black. The doll was pregnant. He smiled and handed her the second hand gift - another Golden Egg - the dagger from Solomon. The Queen already had her own knife, passed down from her mother. She stabbed the pregnant belly of the blow up doll, like a psychotic witch with a vengeance. Smashed the doll to pieces. Sour patch kids poured out of the doll's baby bump. Let's just say she never wanted me to meet a boy and she never wanted me to get knocked up. It would strip away her power.

Some would say it'd be the end of a relationship.

He presented one last wrapped offering. The third Golden Egg - Ourelia. She opened it delicately. It was a bust of a Nazi Prince. A mechanized sculptural contraption - his mouth opened hiding a girl inside on his tongue - a tiny blue and white Pinto Centaur. The Zombie King handed her a baseball bat. He gave her a little wink and a nod. The Vampire Queen beat the Nazi Prince as if it were a smashing wedding cake. She yanked the blue and white Pinto body off the girl to reveal the Garden Nymph. It was constructed clumsily out of marzipan. She ate the girl.

Vampire Queen : Fuck you, Persea. Nobody wants to be forgotten. Nobody except a detached twink like you.

3 Golden Eggs cracked open. Lost in effigy. Mordecai, I'm begging for you to save me.

Leadership drew up a new set of rules to enable corporate expansion. It's mandatory for citizens to show off everything they make, every minute of the day, or otherwise, forfeit their existence as a number in the system. If they like what they see, they're supposed to compensate the creative with hired work, but they don't. Top tier zombie boys learned to cheat (manipulate, expansiate, procreate, violate, uncompensate) by disregarding everyone else's potential earnings. If they don't like what they see, they don't steal. If they do, they'll say they don't, and then they steal. Not exactly transformative - only an act of replacing the authentic signature with their own. (Recycle, reduce, reuse) or unlicensed disc jockey. Together, the Vampire Queen and Zombie King run a business with blurred lines.

Zombie King : God pleasured me, not Persea. That's what I want you to say from now on. How's your pussy Queen?

Vampire Queen : Scummy. Anything new we can steal from Persea?

Zombie King : If it's not airtight, then it's free for me. Fuck you, Persea. I'll eat you out and leave. Fuck you.

Vampire Queen : Yea... Fuck her.

After they drank, they got high again. That's how it works now. Morgana, God Bless.

V : Mordecai

The Occult of EBI works in shadow and light. Mordecai passed as a mafia boss, possessing hired hands in every circuit of government to control the daily lives of many. The Morrison is a nice guy, as far as I can tell. He doesn't have time to do things in order. Why spend energy on a loosing war between the vampires and zombies, when he'd rather deal with the Guanajuato Warriors, Morgana worshippers, all. Tataviam is my native land. Gabrielino is his, if none of it matters in the face of Morgana. At the King Fisher Building, I finally accepted his invitation. The radiance of Art Deco glimmered all around us, spoiling two focused children with carbon air and golden light. Don't forget purified clean water. Lost in the competence of cuff links and clinks, muffled through velvet upholstery, we scanned the assembly for Wendigos in a crowd of zombies and vampires, picking out the occultists in between. He felt sorry for me and bought me a drink. One self effacing teardrop into the elixir of ox blood. At the bottom of my glass I discovered my Gaël, heavy baby blue, slipped in without my knowledge.

Persea : Where did you find it?

My eyes were wide like a baby's. The psychopath ignored my question.

Mordecai : You're the Zombie King's power. As long as you live, you'll stay in bondage.

Persea : I need to discuss his Ponzi scheme with you. They stole 6 of my Golden Eggs. I need you to recover them all.

Mordecai took a deep breath. This sort of crime is common - although what caught his attention was all the gold in one nest. No pro bono work without a reward. Crime against children have risen at an alarming rate. He judged me thoroughly in a moment's glance.

Mordecai : Alright, you're childish enough for me.

Mordecai : Describe sublimation.

Persea : He afflicts his children with raper's prowess to siphon energy away. Usually, a female sacrifice.

Mordecai : What kind of female sacrifice?

Persea : A virgin.

Mordecai : Exactly how much energy is involved, when he steals from innocent women?

Persea : Not much. He steals to the point of sadomasochistic bankruptcy. Calls it 'making her eat sand.'

Mordecai : How does he bankrupt people?

Mordecai doesn't like the word bankrupt. Poverty is bad.

Persea : By channeling the sensation of arousal from his groin into his criminal mind, to create new propaganda hate.

Mordecai : Exactly how much arousal?

Persea : He completely devours each woman before he discards her.

Mordecai : Why is that, do you reckon?

Persea : Consummate hate.

His expression says he can't decipher how I survived all these years without a proper upbringing. He wants to gaslight me and ask what kind of a freak I am. He's much too polite. Mordecai laughs and runs his fingers through his hair. A little nervous. He doesn't want to take me seriously, but he does. I'm easily mistaken for another piece of meat. He doesn't like my lackadaisical social demeanor, while others are more desperate to win his attention. I look concerned and he, amused. He switched on the app to enter avatar mode. All it takes is a quick scan of my body and face to capture my image as a virtual generic doll. He does it on the sly. My body is transmuted into a polygon turnaround, naked as sin, tailor made for users to coordinate different outfits. He dressed me in full body lingerie, a superhero costume and a NBA groupie outfit. He tried a few cosmetic options. Bunny and cat ears too. He made my avatar break dance and sing. Not something I would ever do on my own. He tapped the blonde button. He's satisfied by my digital illusion, and he did it without pulling vertices - no bump map involved. The rendering finished within seconds - easy. The app, it's called God Mode, a one hit wonder maker for all customers.

Mordecai : Your safety is my concern.

Persea : I don't think so.

He made himself feel atypical. Wore a stern look for a prodigal son. When the phone was finally put away, we made eye contact. He was visibly disappointed in my physical appearance compared to his vision of me in God Mode. No make up. No hair. Disrespectful. Somewhere along the way, a decision was passed to reform my intellect, given my candor.

Mordecai : If you cared, you'd set the dinner table and show up properly. You didn't think I was important enough to make yourself ready.

His pitch was low. Ever demeaning.

Persea : You mean your Catholic school lessons of condescension, under the guise of altruistic tendencies?

I received a slap on the wrist and a light cuff on the face. I whimpered, caught myself and stopped. How dare he touch my face? He'll pay for that. It didn't take him long to cut off all my hair. He cut up my purse and top too. Tossed a few trinkets aside. He knew it could hurt me. It only hurts more when someone steals my face. A glint of fangs from the each of us.

Mordecai : Quite a tongue you have.

My lips pursed as the bar stool swiveled to swirled my arms into an obnoxious shrug. Mordecai felt conflicted. Little devil horns peeped out of his skull, a little red tail unfolded, swishing to and fro behind gentile. He stopped the stool from spinning with his mind. His telekinesis is as powerful as mine. Maybe more. I frowned, he smiled.

Mordecai : For all the blood you consume, you ought to be large.

I looked down in feigned shame.

Mordecai : Sleep pattern?

Persea : Irregular.

Mordecai : Can you remember my name?

He points to his card. Taps it, just to make sure I'm paying attention, the way a boy might address a stray cat. I act flippantly buoyant, only because it pleases him. He caught on quickly. It's insulting. I don't care. He already hit me.

Persea : Ar... Arrrrr...th...thu...

Mordercai : Arthur.

My cadence went high, startling his standard C.

Persea : No. Wendigo is King Arthur. You're Mordecai.

Mordecai : I am Arthur.

Persea : No. You're Mordecai and I've hired you to kill the Zombie King. And that is final.

Mordecai : Smart & Final?

Poor girl, happy boy. Little smiles and broken dreams.

Everyone knows, Morgana the Giantess, made it impossible for any woman to exist without being a slut. He expects poor girl slut behavior from me. I think he wants me to be his new family project. I wished to tell him I watched Midsomer and I now fear for my life. It'd be impolite. Instead, I cross my legs and turn away. Mordecai raises a brow. He could see that I never attended Ivy League.

Mordecai : How does he intend to usurp the throne?

Persea : By using me as bait for new capital.

Mordecai : Like precious seed in fallow ground?

Persea : Like a warlord stealing my harvest.

He's tired of hearing me talk about the Zombie King. Sounds like a Bruce Lee imposter.

Mordecai : Seeds of what, exactly?

Persea : Growth and profitability.

A little smile, front teeth tapping gently, coldly.

Persea : They're my Golden Eggs.

Mordecai smiled at such lousy audacity. I gave him a look of indignation. Mordecai would have me killed if I dare double cross him. He would regard me as a Class A prostitute if I did. His chest puffed out and his hair gleamed by lamplight.

Mordecai : Ought women to have power?

I looked at him kindly and inconsiderately.

Mordecai : Would you care to have dinner with me?

Persea : I can't.

I fiddled with my fingers. My nails sharpened against one another. I glanced at his horns before making eye contact. He could tell by my syntax, that I normally speak as though I were a child in privacy. I can tell by his judgement that he speaks like a grandaddy, even in his sleep.

Persea : What if you're Beetlejuice, gremlin a la carte behind your first impression?

His joy vanished. A look of disgust washed over a tidy man who knew how to exploit a good suit. He snapped his fingers. A cat dish of tuna appeared on the floor. His downward gaze forced me to lick my dish from the ground. It happened against my will.

Mordecai : That's for saying groin.

He snapped his fingers again. A collar and leash appeared around my neck. An invisible force tugged to bid his command. I stole a gander at the smiling beast, resplendent in nature.

Mordecai : Can you repeat that?

Persea : I said no.

His male focus is stronger than mine, though not as powerful as my Black priori mother's. That's what made her frightening. His fangs grew sharp, and yet hers were sharper still - my ma's. His tail grew wild, and yet not as wild as my vampire witch, the meanest pitch Blackest White man with a pussy, that Mordecai had the misfortune of never meeting. The longest staring contest occurred between us. I broke eye contact first. That's how he won and I lost. Now, I need to show him how I'm a Yankee with Confederate blood, in case he tries to deport me, out of abstinence of loyalty.

Mordecai : Would you mind it, if we curtail your abilities?

Persea : How am I hurting anyone?

Mordecai : You're not.

He tapped an iPad. A light seared red, gold, then green, activating the mechanical involvement of members only. One final tap - the sound of a curt siren. My hair grew long in super speed. Disheveled garments vanished for a simple pale gown to drape across my neckline, for an event on the horizon. Some kind of animated pigment cuffed me in the face - then a spritz of Santa Claus musk. I coughed. Yuck, cosmetics and fake scent. Blood coursed through my veins to direct our attention to one spot, the lips. I caught the reflection of someone I may normally dismiss of as a haughty princess. Someone new and different. Who subverted the Don Draper vision? I admired her perfect hourglass shape in the contraption. Mordecai caught me staring at myself.

Mordecai : Don't get attached. It's just the garment.

Persea : Alright. When can we recover my Golden Eggs?

Mordecai : After I show you something.

He lowered his step to untie something.

Mordecai : You're laces were tangled. Maybe you didn't notice.

VI : Cydonia

At the ceremonial singles mingle career summit poker con business card exchange handshaking contest, Mordecai, the best rapper of all, is the most excellent White rapper of the occult, hardly strictly, because he wasn't there. Most types only wear polos and suits. White, grey, navy or black. Didn't you get the memo? If a man needs to dress like Kanye West, he went too far. Members only nod eagerly to the beat of generic elevator club music, heads bobbing like logs across the splashy waters of a dam called USA. An eavesdropper delivered his heart wrenching speech about how the occult absolutely cares, but never too much. They are really not that evil, he swears. Winning is the only thing that has ever mattered, since the dawn of time. The female dress code is metallic houndstooth and cartoon crumpled suits. Men wore pinky ring insignias that glow whenever Mordecai is called. Sparkling chains dotted female necklines, winking from bosoms to signify their closeness to the stars. Inclusive brutes in business class and harsh lighting flooded the stadium. Some stomp their feet, while others hoot and holler. Football was a big deal until it died. Aww, it's dead. It'll come back undead. The gentile hung back, hiding someone away. A rude girl nut case (me).

Mordecai : Persea, everything you think is fine to think out loud, is not ok.

Persea : Its not ok?

Mordecai : No. Bad girl.

Persea : You beguiled the girl.

The distance between one body to the next is as interesting as a migration of ants.

Mordecai : How do you like it so far?

Persea : Why don't they sound like Clark Gable?

Mordecai : Be quiet and pay attention.

The height of the gaslight ceremony can only be Queen Cydonia with her radiant lion and Golden Apples. She should have been in a Greek gown with a diadem, with her thin elegant frame and clear expression. Instead, she wore a simple black suit, pressed flat. She sold her elaborate jewel stacked gown to Morgana, the Giantess, to buy an occultist peace of mind. She presented her apples with Dr. Father Mordecai's great great grandfather. The Mordecai's all had matching pointed ears to hear longer distances than the average vampire or zombie. Their eyes cut past cold circuitry into my dark soul and into each viewer, stretching into each social network and beyond. The message of the ceremony is this : Morgana became too big to fail. In an audience of cousins and uncles, mafia King Mordecai, began to doze next to me, languidly teleporting into the heart of the Aspen, where he thought he heard faint cat calls that turned out to be a broken family.

My Albino Wendigo hid in the forest, tending his young. Meanwhile, his witches attempt to crack open my stolen Golden Eggs, with little to no success.

Wendigo : Now listen here. Persea is a very good slut. There are good sluts and bad sluts. Persea is a good one.

Dylan : Like mommy?

Wendigo : I said Persea is a good slut. Mom is a bad slut.

Kate scrolls endlessly on daddy's phone.

Kate : That girl at school said Hilary Clinton a good slut turnt bad slut.

Dylan : Who dat?

Dylan : Daddy, is Hilary the woman Tr-Trump said p-pu--

Kate : Ooooh pussi meowmeow -- like the radio song.

Wendigo : Don't say that word.

Kate switches to the Shien app.

Kate : I said, no, no girl, Hilary a good slut. No, no. I saw her on TikTok. She's a slut's slut. Then she said, no girl, I like Taylor Swift. Then I said, no girl, Sofia Vergara the sessiest.

Dylan : I'll be Sofia boofwend!

Kate : No! Dylan you're my boofwend.

Dylan : Ok.

Kate : Boofwend, buy me claws.

Dylan : Daddy, can I buy my sister, I mean - goofwend claws?

Kate switches to Shopbop.

Wendigo : What claws? Didn't you listen? Persea a good slut.

Kate : No daddy! I need you to love mommy. We're family.

Dylan : How do you know Persea -- good -- slut?

Wendigo : I tricked her. I said no hair salon. Then, I befriended a hair stylist to meet her celebrity fwends.

Dylan : That why, Persea look like a maid?

Kate switches to Sephora.

Wendigo : Yes. A stupid boring maid. I said no dress up, no wedding, no makeup. Whores dress up and waste money.

The family drives into Walmart.

Kate : Wow daddy! That's so smart.

Dylan : That why sh-she'll never cheat on you?

Wendigo : Never.

Dylan : Did you make her less pretty and give her a bucket?

Wendigo : A wing and a bucket.

Kate : Pwa-- Persea a maid!

Dylan : Is that why she not here?

The family gets a shopping cart.

Dylan : Daddy, can you buy me this toy?

Wendigo : No.

Kate : Daddy, can you buy me this scrunchie?

Wendigo : No. Learn to make celebrities do your hair.

The children looked at each other, smiling mischievously. They stroll past the toilets at Walmart. The young catch their breath to keep up with their father, Wendigo's lengthy strides.

Dylan : Daddy is that where you talk to the hair styley? On the toilet?

Wendigo : Yes. That's the best place to stalk beautiful womens who send DTF DMs.

Dylan : Do you ever meet them?

Wendigo : No. They always want money.

Kate : We only want things in th-the in-internet for fw-free.

They enter the auto aisle.

Dylan : A lam-lamb-big-gini.

Wendigo : A Lamborghini.

Dylan : Dad, is that car expensive?

Wendigo : Not always. Celebrities will forget and give it away for free.

Kate : For free?

Dylan : Free?

Kate and Dylan clapped their hands. Free is their favorite word.

Kate : Mommy won't give me her Louis Vuitton shoes.

Wendigo : Make a celebrity give you shoes.

Kate : And a purse too?

Dylan : Can celebrities give us free cookies?

The family checks out.

Kate : Or free In-N-Out?

Dylan : Animal fries!

Kate : Wif mmore ketchup.

Dylan : No, giveme Chik-fil-A.

Wendigo : Say please.

Dylan and Kate : Free, please.

Dyaln : Yea, free!

Kate : Free free.

Kate and Dylan held out their hands to receive something for free. Puppies fall into the each of their arms. Wendigo scooped up his young. He doesn't speak more than a few lines before turning to animal sounds. Mordecai observes their faces. His intellect cut into a sacred place where he's not welcome. In that place, he spoke through my Gaël.

Mordecai : Are you paying attention?

Persea : A little distracted.

Mordecai : Have I intruded?

Mordecai laughs at my childish contentment. No one has ever won without proper planning.

Mordecai : Name Cydonia's Golden Apples.

Persea : Loyalty, Curiosity and Strength.

Morgana did nothing to earn Cydonia's crown, yet there she stood, in her gown and jewels. The plain suit on Queen Cydonia dissolved before our eyes, transforming into a shimmering gown as she glided across the ceremonial stage. An apple balanced perfectly on each outstretched arm, the third on her head, while bejeweled fabric and beaded strands cascaded downward. Translucent wings crafted from tiny Swarovski crystals caught the light, and from her arms to the hem of her skirt, ancient gems winked with blue, Gaelic fire. A sea of mercenary phones rose to capture this unexpected vision. Cydonia gazed upward, searching for the occultist who restored the crown upon her head - this was unplanned. The gown's construction was exquisite: hand-sewn, intricate with invisible silk thread. Its creator remained unknown, a spell woven without sound. My attention never wavered from this lion tamer as she performed her dance finale, every delicate movement deserving bated breath. The band and orchestra brought the ceremony to its crescendo while endless streams of confetti fell upon the thoughtful witnesses below.

I turned to catch Mordecai's bright blue green eyes bearing into my skull. A little space for unspoken pleasures, please. Queen Cydonia bowed. We rose for her standing ovation, suspicions peaking.

Somewhere far away in a gaudy desert cave, Morgana the Giantess released a cry that shattered the silence across three realms. Her ceremonial gown vanished, stolen by some bold thief. The giantess towered above ordinary mortals, her presence filling the vast chamber like gathering storm clouds. Dark cascades of hair framed her voluminous face, painted with ancient symbols that glowed with inner fire. Her eyes held the depth of forgotten oceans, and when she spoke, her voice echoed through dimensions. The cavern walls pulsed with her rage, displaying visions of distant lands and possible futures—scenes that shifted like dreams across the polished stone.

The instant I averted my gaze, Mordecai teleported to the Dominican territory where he was urgently needed.

VII : Steinway

The aircraft landed in sweltering heat. No one paused to appreciate the swaying palms. Unseen by mortal eyes, he moved like a ghost through the airport, past immigration, through customs, arriving at baggage claim before the first suitcase appeared. Less a race than a treasure hunt. Mordecai's mission is to recover the lost Golden Eggs. He located the Zombie King at the Uber & Lyft zone with ease, where he painstakingly found two of the Golden Eggs.

The Zombie King was busy trying to crack open Caballo and Oriel.

If Mordecai brought me on the trip, I'd ruin the mission for us both with a brushstroke of violence. I'm waiting impertinently. He closes me off from the inner workings of business - things that women have no reason to ever think about. His self questioning - Have I completed my task to the best of my ability? Is there anything else I can do to evolve? Did I consider all the angles and consequences? How important is it to accomplish an immediate victory at the expense of others? How do I increase positive energy and neutralize enemies? A woman's purpose is to create pleasure.

Persea : Where are you?

Mordecai : Dominican Republic

Persea : Mejor calidad el guapo sabor preferido?

Mordecai let out a mature sounding mmhmm. Obsequious. He took the Gaël out of my mouth. We do not put stones in our mouths. Not even if they're pretty and magical.

Mordecai : Arresting warlords. Creating law and order.

The annoyed Mordecai teleported home without a word to be by his mother's bedside, where he nursed her into a more comfortable place. His father watched quietly from his armchair without a book. FOX News was on the television, then CNN, BBC and ESPN. The noise, a source of comfort during turbulent times. There were pets and a rocking chair outside surrounded by cottonwood with a sign that says 'Family.' My head cocked sideways to process the happy idea. His horns and tail are gone at home.

Persea : When will I see you again?

Mordecai : Whenever you feel like it. Maybe never.

Persea : Never?

Mordecai : That'll teach you to resist me. You act as though I don't have feelings.

Persea : What kind of feelings?

Mordecai : Feelings of pedigree.

I think he meant to say - funny, flawed, impolite, stubborn mule. You rise every morning, all self importance in big girl diapers, drawing pretty pictures, supping on candied baby food, with the presumption that you're saving the world. I'm the prodigy pushing policy. You never gave any thought to the people outside of your Myer Briggs category, have you? As if it's attractive for a woman to drive a forklift.

Persea : Feelings for me? What if I'm not who you think I am?

Mordecai : When I first saw you, I thought, I need to beat this girl at her own game.

Persea : Shut up. You sound like a loser from China.

Mordecai : I'll have you know - unladylike.

He showed up again just to tighten my corset. I gasped to breathe. Mordecai's devil horns were back. While he made himself busy with capturing the Zombie King, his associates escorted me into a special room. He commanded them, strap me into a gas chamber to encapsulate my telekinesis, to protect me from myself and others. Locked tight inside a shiny straight jacket along with a matching gag. They allowed me to speak only when spoken to. That's when I expected his return. My eyes were taped open. Black brown - it's supposed to be beady and dull, excessive melanin damnation. Wider than my kin - spending their entire lives with eyes taped shut in a sort of childish contentment, wanting more, knowing less, being in itself is another version of suffering. The mild pain of being more open, means to teach me how he sees the world, almost nearly everyday. Large supple hands groped my face. Hands that I call Father, drawing measurements with an instrument, mapping a puzzle over a curious mind, to destroy the flaws once perceived as threats. Suppose he might possess a wider stereoscopic vision than I might have originally, but outward openness derives a certain feeling of inward calamity. Suffering from sensory overload, everything appears to be wrong and nobody seems to care. My physical flaws appear to multiply at once, even though, prior to my peaked awareness out of ridicule and infamy, I felt at ease with how I had been born. A baby no less, perfect in conception. Shame on me for possessing only an athletic slave body and shame on slits for the glory of others. Streams emerged from my eyes. It's called a libation. My exposed periphery suffered from bouts of paranoia. Lubricants were applied to soothe the strenuous nerve connections. Some connections fall apart, never to regain consciousness and others struggle to heal. The pain entered from my eyes into a body, a hollow sensation dancing between lightness and weight. Some kind of numb tranquility - an inward aching without the drugs. So this is how he's always existed. He wanted me to know. Maybe that's what made him stronger.

The Aspen sheltered Mordecai from the others. Endless seasons and acres of timber. Heavy snowfall and tone deaf to distant war. Stacks of stones accompany spry geysers and frozen falls, where ancestors walked the earth before the giants of industry sold their souls. Deer antlers peek through a whisper of white, as soft muzzles shelter their feeble fawn. Somewhere in between patterned bark and golden leaves, within the quiet monotony, he hid himself. Air condensation used to fog up the windshield when dad switched on the ignition to start each day, warming his rough hands against the defroster, waiting patiently for the icy dendrites to unfurl into clear mist.

Stellar crystals formed around my glass cage. "You are insane," he wrote with fingers onto my prison orb, as graffiti on my window. At the sight of Mordecai, my apathy returned in full swing.

Shuffling to his mother, he traced his grin along his beard line with his fingers, and let out one chortle. Still confident and upright, he brooded back into Dominican territory. He returned briefly, this time, teleporting back into the seat beside me, then outside the chamber. He did it just to tease me. My expression must have been blank and his was bliss. He zipped in again - knocked on my breastplate, pressing his ear against metal. No heartbeat. I inhaled deep to find the Vampire Queen still in her bed chamber with the Zombie King in my mind. Exhaled even deeper to implode them both, while they behaved like Victoria's Secret after a romantic day on horseback, all expenses paid by Persea's Golden Eggs. When you give them an inch, they take a mile. The first to go was the Zombie King. He was messy. The Vampire Queen came next. Her's was clean as a spring thaw throwing a tomato against a wall. Ripe blood and rotten flesh everywhere. Fingers blown off, bits of teeth, hair and eyes found in odd places from the impact. Seeds of hate scattered to the gutter. The Queen's fluids fell through his fingers helplessly. Ben suffered from a stroke. Mordecai pulled away in time for me to register a kiss.

Mordecai : Are your pores always this violent, Kpop?

Persea : Yes, I'm a recluse.

Mordecai : Skincare secrets?

Creams and serums over heat and steel. Holy water - ph7. Clean air. Regulated humidity. Sleep. Microbiome. Germaphobia. Scientific research. Keep it natural. A good attitude. Mordecai doesn't need to hear any of this. He's a pretty boy. In fact, if he's a dirty too, I can't let him touch me. He'd make me break out as a liability. If that happens, he'll call me diseased, even though he might be full of pet bacteria. What if he has a cat and he's brainwashed by ammonia? What if behavioral adaptation can't alter the genetic code? The only evidence of miracles is in stem cell and that only works sometimes.

Mordecai : How do Kpop people obsess over hair?

Persea : They have haircare secrets.

Koreans take great pains to gain the appearance of alabaster skin and blonde hair with a chemical distillation of egg whites and soy with bleach. They bleach their entire bodies and tone their skin with laser. The bleach strips away melanin while soy and egg whites replenish damaged follicles and the triple lipid barrier. Plastic transformations are common. General audiences are unaware of how Kpop stars used to look prior to cosmetic procedures. They wear color contacts to gain the appearance of being more exotic than they are. Most people don't care. Why should someone like Mordecai bend the knee to a fake? I want him to google it, although he might not bother. It's gross and he might associate me with liars.

Persea : Your hair is real, Machiavellion.

Mordecai : Why do you say it like that?

Persea : As long as bottle blondes exist, it's what makes you better.

I'm not sure if Mordecai has mastered his ability to tell the difference between the real, cosmetics and deepfakes. Most people fall prey.

Mordecai : Ok. What happened to you?

Persea : I detoxed from cortisol congestion. It was painful.

Mordecai : Did you break out like a low life?

Persea : I did.

Mordecai : Suppose that taught you a lesson?

Persea : Suppose so.

Mordecai feels smug.

Mordecai : What about your eyes?

Persea : I can choose to manipulate my lids.

I hid nothing from him.

Mordecai : How about some coffee, grease?

Persea : No thank you, wrinkles.

More indignation from Mordecai.

Mordecai : Persea - you're nothing without me.

Persea : Mordecai - I'm nothing without you.

He couldn't tell if I really meant it.

Mordecai : I have good news and bad news.

Persea : You have good news and bad news.

Mordecai : Over the course of this intervention, you've accrued a bill for amortization.

Persea : A bill, you say.

Mordecai : For rescuing you from social fraud, mental collapse and financial dereliction.

Persea : You rescued me - from financial dereliction.

Mordecai : I'll need your finger prints to process the paperwork.

Persea : Hold on, why do you need my fingers?

He picked up my fingers gingerly and began to press each one against the ink. He grimaced at something shiny.

Persea : Why am I paying for the damages of someone else's crime? What about my Golden Eggs?

He dropped my hands abruptly and walked to the window. Mordecai has swindled his own mother, Renata, since the moment he was born. He learned how to be cute early on. It takes one to know one. Mordecai and I both shuddered at the thought of being less cute than a newborn baby - even if it's ours. That particular baby might grow up to be stronger, taller, more clever, more charming and far more beautiful than either of us can ever hope to dream. Multi - ethnic, multi - lingual, ambidextrous and totally manipulative. Best of all, that baby we'd call our own blood, would grow more elegant than either of us by the day - especially Mordecai, secret King Arthur. All the while, we'd both grow older, weaker and more deceased. With the gumption of its mother, our child will one day say to him with a smile, "Daddy, I will replace you." It would stare Mordecai down with electric blue eyes, just like his, only a little darker, a little sharper - or duller, who knows - with tight red lips and high cheekbones. Here's a child whose whore's blood is older - whose ancestors will not bow to Mr. Miyagi. All the more pragmatic to stay present, than it is to be carried away by the future.

Mordecai : Remind me again, Persea. The Golden Eggs.

The 4th

Vitreous

Daguerre

Linchpins

Halogen

Onyx

Purveyor

Ourelia

Solomon

Black

Caballo

Oriel

Powell

Mordecai : Thirteen Golden Eggs.

Persea : Six missing.

I held seven of the Golden Eggs in a special pouch close to my chest.

Mordecai : The Vampire Queen may crown you with the eggs, but there's something sinister behind it.

He felt ashamed by what he knew. He didn't want to say it. Through her, the glorious White race will thrive against JEV or MERS or COVID, and eventually no one will know Persea's name. That's how it's always been.

Persea : I never wanted a crown.

Mordecai : What do you want?

Persea : Something else.

Mordecai : Something else what?

Persea : I don't know.

Mordecai : You don't know? Are you serious?

He pushed a sleeping pill into my mouth.

Mordecai : Do you still remember my name?

Persea : Steinway.

Mordecai was pleased by the grandeur, then curious of its potential meaning. I fell asleep on schedule, courtesy of the bell. When I woke up, the chamber was still empty. Still there - my Gaël and the Golden Eggs. I ran away.

VIII : Kings

Full of quagmire is all anyone can expect from the disaster of divorce. What could one possibly expect from the family of an Iranian Wendigo, one who blew half the men from Melrose to the Bahamas. If I had any idea how messy it could be, I would never have gotten involved. Protect the unfaithful mother and sacrifice the virgin? I think not.

Wendigo : Excuse me, occulti. Have you seen my momma?

Mordecai : Your momma? You mean the virgin?

Wendigo : Yes, my momma. I love and miss her dearly.

Mordecai : Can you describe her?

Wendigo : Um, yes.

He breaks into song and dance.

Wendigo : She's a beautiful albino blackinese with red lips and kitty fangs. 5'8" with shoes, virgin black hair and piercing brown eyes. Her body is like a chinoiserie balleweena dancer. She mentioned she'd been inducted into the cu-cul-occult.

Sways his hips from side to side and strikes a pose. Mordecai is unapologetically mean.

Mordecai : No, I'm afraid I haven't seen her. What's her name?

Wendigo : Persea Wizard Witch. It mean MY Pwasiwa!

Wendigo wiped the snot from his face. Meanwhile, Mordecai grins wide and plays with his devil's tail.

Mordecai : Never heard of her.

Wendigo is undeterred like a little boy searching for his lost cat.

Wendigo : She can do martial arts in a tight dress like in the kung fu movies. You've watched Cobra Kai?

Wendigo does his best Mr. Miyagi impression.

Mordecai : Best of luck.

Wendigo : Please misterrrr. You must have seen her. It's written on your face.

Mordecai : My face?

Wendigo : Yes, your face. You're wearing my sleazy beard.

Mordecai : Rude.

Wendigo : Yes, very. And your sleazy latin white boi tan.

Mordecai : Just like yours?

Wendigo : Yes, silly little king.

Mordecai : Little?

Wendigo : Jess, you're mini me.

Mordecai is visibly irritated now. They stare at each other for a long minute. One sharp, the other feigning idiocracy.

Mordecai : And my eyes?

Wendigo : Ok, maybe you have better eyes. But momma n-ne will NEVER cheat on me.

Mordecai : Aren't you a bit old to have a teenage mother?

Wendigo : Who says I'm old?

Mordecai : You look like my father.

Wendigo : You're no son of mine!

There's a button. Mordecai would prefer not to use it yet.

Wendigo : Where is momma? I miss her sessies body.

Mordecai : And her black diamond eyes?

Wendigo : YES! So you've seen momma. Where is she?

Mordecai : No, I'd say she'd smack of deceit. Never seen such a girl.

Wendigo : Y-you-you

Mordecai : Spit it out.

Wendigo : You intercepted our love. You no good white boiiii.

Mordecai : Why did you make yourselves vulnerable?

Wendigo : For fame and money!

Wendigo roars a belch in his face. He raps like Eminem. His cute pets attack Mordecai. He flips a perfect burger, swallows it in three bites and afterwards, does a full workout routine in perfect form. Wendigo is taller, more muscular and prouder than he is in every possible way. Mordecai is sharper. He saw the Wendigo's one Golden Egg - Powell. He'd wait to recover this one.

Mordecai : I'm not going to deal with you.

He teleported away.

IX : Surveillance

Tehran : You are being recorded. Your divorce has been registered as a national threat to the US Occultist of EBI foreign relations.

Wendigo : I can never divorce an Iranian woman?

Tehran : Never.

Wendigo : Not even if she's abusive and cheats?

Persea : Not even if she calls me a numbskull slut slut?

Tehran : I have no such knowledge.

Wendigo : Jewiss White boi, Iranian slave?

Persea : Its Anglo.

Wendigo : No, momma. It's Ashkenazi.

Tehran : I said no such thing. You have a responsibility to your family.

Persea : What if the Iranian ex wife is Donkey Kong?

Tehran : I have no such knowledge.

Wendigo : That's cause you wear a turban.

Tehran : Stop making fun of my turban.

Persea : Ali baba jihad.

Tehran : Stop saying that.

Persea : Jazab eshgham habibi.

Wendigo : That means hoe traffic.

Tehran : Dang.

Wendigo : Ew. He horny.

Persea : Baba, did you hear that? He said dang.

Tehran : Think about the children.

Wendigo : I love my children. Oooh, this a hostage sitch?

Tehran : I made no such threats. I repeat, you are being recorded for a flagrant pursuit of happiness.

Wendigo : What you think about this - my ex wife's new boofwend?

Tehran : Oh, that's just an employee.

Persea : A nasty naughty employee?

Tehran : Yes, like my slimy toxic Iranian zombie spy - NO!

Persea : Tehran has an employee hoe. I'm telling Mordecai HR.

Wendigo : No! Don't ever mensh his name. You're my goofwend.

Persea : But he's HR -

Wendigo : MOMMA! There's no him in us, or GET OUT.

Tehran : Chinoiserie Persea is illegally compromised to the Zombie King.

Persea : Wuff the Zombie King is Bowser?

Wendigo : Wuff wuff he a serial rapist?

Persea : Eeet'sa Persea.

Wendigo : Eeet'sa Wendigo.

Tehran : Persea is--

Wendigo : No! Say Pwasiwa.

Tehran : Alimony is due. How am I being tormented by two pompous teens?

Persea : How come you wear a skirt? Hey... there's a knob.

Tehran : It's not a skirt.

Persea : Secret pen camera under his skirt!

Wendigo : Momma! I'm being taped. That means I'm a STAR!

Persea : Baby brown suede, you're a star.

Wendigo shoots Tehran with a Nerf gun. The foam bullets pop off his turban forehead. Ow, ow. Wendigo screams at his cat and dances for the camera. He whips out his skateboard and does an ollie around Tehran to intimidate him. Tehran cries out in Farsi, flips him off and taps his pinky ring excessively.

Wendigo : No, say cool trick!

Tehran : Oh wow, cool trick!

Wendigo : Now scratch my back and call me daddy, grandpa.

Tehran : Ok.

Tehran : NO - Mordecai, I'll get you for this. I swear, these two are crazy. Let it go.

Persea knocks him out with a large green turtle shell. She ties him up and stuffs him behind a tree.

Persea : Sleepy time bye bye to you, Tehran.

X : Elixir

How many Japanese Negroes does it take to make an animated world go round? Too many, I believe.

A story might tell you that the Japanese used to be Chinese. Feigning mentally deceased, they fled to a secret island after failing to discover the Elixir of Life. They forgot where they came from. They said fuck the Emperor of China, and ever after since then, behaved as rapists. I was there - Persea the baby vampire. That was a long time ago. They multiplied like flies - evil brown maggots who wished to plunder the earth for its wealth. It's a long story, but that's how Pearl Harbor happened.

Let's just say they like to travel. Along the way, they met a few oooga booga Black Negroes from Africa. Anyone's honest reaction to the scaries is to run and hide. The brave ask, how will I harness this evil Black magic? That raw strength, their delightful zombie rhythm. Maybe cannibalism was involved, sex or some kind of voodoo. Robbing Persea. Anyway, some have the gift. Some have the right. When they met the European, the Japanese Negroes let out a gasp. What is this alabaster golden creature? Elks? Elven beautiful elegant aliens? The Japanese Negroes plot to steal some of that shiny precious White magic for themselves too. They drank the juice of life, savoring its sweetness, its honey, sugarcane tree sap. That Japanese Negro or Samurai eventually changed his name to the Zombie King. He will intend to make himself the imperial ruler of earth.

The natural Japanese Negro is not nearly as brown as a Chola or an Iranian, he's the brownest - twice as mean and quadruple the greed. Lust for power became a fixation of the Vampire Queen's. Everyday, she asks her Canadian kinship - vilest witches of the land - how shall I enslave these brown Negroes to solidify my Queenship to ensnare Persea? I require Niggers. That one Persea, not quite Negro, not quite White, neither fully brown - all her Golden Eggs are my sovereignty - I don't care for melanin or government. My word is the law. She's as delusional about power as she is about her body. When she met the Zombie King, she knew that her days of endless sex had just begun. Sex is all she ever really wanted. Who knew this Canadian lesbian could be so horny. By zombie law, Persea is not allowed to be happy and yet, I defy them everyday. The Zombie King set the stage to obliterate my Golden Eggs. Here is an odious creature who only knows hate and cruelty. He marked his superiority by taking the Vampire Queen in her bed - a blonde matriarch, mother of two. The flattery of his godly delusion makes him a cesspool of disgrace.

Five of my Golden Eggs were on display before the mob, as evidence of his regal raper's prowess. His signature vulgarity in his address to loyal followers -

Zombie King : God dictated Morgana's biological clock to curse us all as sexualized zombies for as long as she lives. God chose ME to hit her with this baseball bat, called Caspian Sea Black Magic, to batter her into C word niggardly submission. It's MORGANA's fault that Persea ate my heart and only when I see her giantess brains splattered on a stadium wall like Muslim spaghetti, will I rest easy. My family fights to live and only if we slay Morgana, will the competent few on this earth stand still. Can we all say go fuck your juicy self?

Zombie follower : Ahem. What if she bribes us with her very nice juicy brown pussy?

Zombie King : I can be sold.

Zombie follower : Sell out for a big pussy juice box?

Zombie follower : Putain.

Zombie follower : Fais chier.

Zombie follower : Eh... Je ne comprends pas. S'il vous plait.

Zombie follower : Excusez, how does this sabotage Persea?

Zombie follower : Yes, why do we hate her?

Zombie King : She ATE my heart.

Zombie King broke into a rock ballad song and dance. The Vampire Queen looked on adoringly.

Zombie follower : How is this good for climate change?

Zombie King : I AM the Prince of Egypt.

Zombie follower : Who?

Zombie follower : Wtf are you talking about?

Zombie King : We will make MORGANA pay dividends. RICH, you idiots. We'll be rich.

Zombie follower : How rich exactly?

Zombie King : I said SHUT---

The zombie army celebrated the near future of shallow socialist prosperity.

YOU'VE MADE A GREAT CHOICE.

That was the big beautiful message that popped onto the Zombie King's iphone after he purchased lingerie with my credit card. In Drag - his new scandalous outfit, big wig and baseball bat in hand, he marched into the forest to seek Morgana's brown juice box pussy.

Deep inside her royal cave, Morgana's naked body layed reclined, her hips lifted in a childbearing posture. Tiny medical tubes spiraled out in between her legs to feed a host of courtiers - a prayer hall full of slavish men and women. They dressed in streetwear and cuban links. They drank her fluids silently. Some slurped loudly. A menial attendant on a ladder spoon fed Morgana tenderly, while the Chola Secret Police Academy guarded her massive head. A red carpet rolled out for all to admire her enormous face. Large brown eyes, eyelash extensions with proprietary Kpop glue, regenerative masks for surgical scar tissue repair and enlarged pores, collagen injections around her cheeks, nose, under eyes, chin, and botox for her forehead, jowls and crows feet. More attendants landscaped the exquisite chisel from her cheekbones to her jawline, shaving off buccal cheek fat in order to achieve the perfect Persea look. Diminutive attendants swept away her dead skin and hair follicles, like leaf blowers from a luxury hotel. Some kind of rotting odor mixed with cinnamon chewing gum and bad breath wafted through the white tunnel mosque halls, covered up by the perfume of her namesake, MORGANA BEAUTY. Each attendant wore her famous lip oil, PEARL JIZ HOOKER FACE. Lower towards her breasts and abdomen, at least 50 attendants rubbed JELLYROLL BODY BUTTER onto her porous skin. 100 hair stylists combed her hair with tiny blow dryers. Each tress of brown bear, a bottomless enclave of illustrious gold.

XI : Clerestory

Somewhere deep in the woods inside a white cave, several attendants screamed.

Attendant : It's Morgana. She stopped breathing. Somebody call an ambulance. Quickly now.

Silently, I slip in through the window of my cottage, safe and sound with careful foot work over my shingles. Gave the crossbow a touch on the way in to slide through the window. Making certain that all the edges were concealed, multiple locks latched at once.

Knocking at the door.

Disc Jockey : Excuse me, is Persea home?

Ben : We need to steal from you please.

Disc Jockey : Yes, can we steal?

Ben : We want Thistle and pea brain Persea.

Disc Jockey : Yes and King Mordecai, Arthur.

Persea : Who are you and what are you talking about?

Disc Jockey : You ruined our show.

Ben : And we need to steal.

Disc Jockey : Steal please!

Ben : And the children.

Disc Jockey : We wish to kidnap children.

Ben and Disc Jockey : In the, ahem, the, IN THE NAME of the CROWN!

Persea : There are no crowns in Canada.

Disc Jockey : We want French zombies.

Ben : French and Mordecai please.

Persea : There's no Mordecai. I made him up.

Disc Jockey : You're lying.

Persea : No. Swears.

Ben : She said swears, Jack Daniels.

Persea : Yea. 'Merica First.

Ben : Oh you little

Disc Jockey : Little SLUT.

Disc Jockey : Let me tell you something, you telekinetic C word. The UK is Bigger than America with a capital B.

Persea : Why don't you go back to Canada, Gremlin Supremicist with no imagination. I can tell you never had talent from the start, nobody warlock.

Disc Jockey: That means go fuck yourself.

Persea : That's right, lost Canadian. If you were a born king, you wouldn't need to travel down to the US, foe.

Disc Jockey : Who taught you that?

I looked away.

Disc Jockey : I blame your sire.

Everyone feared the thought.

Disc Jockey : I always get stuck with the douchebags. I'll never hire you again, rude girl nut case.

Persea : Your money's a joke.

Disc Jockey : My money is not a joke. Your eyelids are.

Persea : You mean your eyesight?

Ben : It's MY money.

We both get a whack from Ben's bejeweled walking cane. My face was hit with a mean Canadian snowball. The impact almost knocked me off my feet. He looked satisfied. I wiped the snow and snot off my face. A little blood from a little cut inside my mouth. I smiled.

Persea : Why don't you button your shirt up properly?

Disc Jockey mocks me in a whiny girl voice. (Why don't you button your shirt up?)

Disc Jockey : My shirt is very nice, eh.

Persea : You stink and I hate you. Coke Santa, EH.

Disc Jockey : I will set arson to your castle.

Persea : I'll seduce your wife.

Disc Jockey looks totally betrayed and emasculated.

Disc Jockey : What kind of yellow vampire says that?

Persea : An Amazonian. Canadian with a capital C.

Disc Jockey : That's what you get for choosing the Vampire Queen over me. I am NOT a nobody warlock. She has less talent than I do. All she has is that big whiny pussy.

Persea : Did you seriously say pussy?

Disc Jockey was taken aback. I dusted the remaining snow off my clothing.

Disc Jockey : She bullies me. Steals my best mates, calls me lousy and abrasive. I have talent, pedigree and a work ethic. I happen to be a more splendor spokesman. That was your choice, PERSEA WENDIGO.

Persea : She offered me greater initial compassion and longer term compensation. Her friends are more deeply entrenched in corruption.

Disc Jockey : She also engages in pedophilia. I'm going to break your jaw, you little -

Ben hisses. Disc lunges at me. I dodge him and push his weight into a tree. He intends to beat me to a pulp. A tiny explosion of ultra marine light knocks us both down, face planted into slimy muddy grass. Someone flips us both over, spitting sod. It's Mordecai. He teleported into the cottage interior. The front door was already open. This is Michigan, Mordecai reminded me, no cursing, no fighting.

Mordecai : Persea likes to roughhouse with Wendigos and Nazis.

Persea : Dwarves, trolls and goblins too.

Disc Jockey : This is what you're getting with her, idiot Mordecai.

Mordecai : Have we met?

The spies weren't used to being questioned or rebelled against. Ben and Disc pulls the Zombie King's puppet strings. Sometimes, it's the other way around. No parties interested in tea or biscuits. All parties are obsessed with a new individualized diet plan. Tea was served anyhow, for appearances only, on bone china porcelain with black and gold dragon designs. The liquid contents levitated out of the cups for Disc Jockey to admire the antiquated wares, turning the pieces around and round in the air, weighing the lightness of the rarer material and craftsmanship.

Disc Jockey : They don't make it like this anymore.

Ben : Be hospitable.

Ben's bronze tipped walking cane gently tapped my forehead. I glowered at the gold and Jade Dragon handle.

Mordecai : Who, may I ask, is Persea's sire?

We look sheepish, thumbs twiddling. Mordecai is displeased. Fingers tapped on knees neurotically until Disc Jockey squeaked an answer.

Disc Jockey : Gremlin Tom.

Mordecai : Who?

Disc Jockey : He never laid a finger on sweet evil loser Persea.

Persea : Ew. Never.

Ben : He already conquered the Zombie King.

I look skeptical.

Disc Jockey : Gremlin vampires are good at that.

Ben : A good Christian gremlin bat.

Disc Jockey : US born.

Ben : Not at all homosexual.

Mordecai looks suspicious.

Mordecai : Doesn't that make you part gremlin, Persea?

Mutes and crickets.

Ben : That would be part cave troll.

Disc Jockey : Full metal bitch.

Mordecai looks unkind.

Persea : Tom values fame.

Disc Jockey : No, it's talent, mediocre moron.

Ben : I thought it was beauty.

Persea : Christian morals.

Ben : A bonafide lynch man.

Disc Jockey : This Canadian sired the lynch man.

Persea : No you didn't. His father did.

Disc Jockey is wounded.

Disc Jockey : You're ALWAYS on his side. This is why I betrayed you to the Zombie King.

It became clear that Persea sacrificed wealth to step out of Gremlin Tom's shadow.

Mordecai : How did Tom sire her?

Disc Jockey : Took her under his wing.

Mordecai turns to Persea.

Mordecai : A Klansman took you under his wing?

Disc Jockey : It was ME. I pushed Persea to be of a higher caliber and what you see is my good wok.

Mordecai : How did you shape Persea?

Disc Jockey : With pain. The Vampire Queen would have failed.

Disc Jockey smiled to reveal one shiny silver canine capsule.

Disc Jockey : In exchange for Persea, I would like access to three of the Golden Eggs. The Fourth, Daguerre and Vitreous.

Ben : We only want the best eggs.

That gave Mordecai pause. The last egg, I held tighter in concealment.

Mordecai : What makes those the best?

Ben : Insouciance.

Mordecai : What sort of pain shaped Persea?

Disc Jockey : The pain of pedigree.

Mordecai : What kind of pedigree?

Disc Jockey : Some kind of exotic suffering.

Ben : A weapon.

Disc Jockey : Look at this Chinoiserie vampire creature.

Disc Jockey pulled my face into a big smile. Ben's Jade Dragon tapped my forehead again to bind me to my seat.

Mordecai : Was Persea's pedigree planned?

Disc Jockey : Not in the least.

Ben : We expected her to crumble, or scram. Definitely not succeed.

Disc Jockey : The Zombie King and Gremlin Tom had been groomed.

Ben : Both descended from blondes. Persea simply appeared.

Disc Jockey : We don't know where or whence Persea's face came from.

Ben : Or her crazy brain.

Disc Jockey : Tom would have called it a Christian miracle.

Ben : We would all laugh at him - the fool.

Disc Jockey : We were happily distracted by the melanin.

Ben : Hair follicles.

Disc Jockey : Subsurface collagen.

Ben : Recessive genetics, ahem - robotics science experiment.

Disc Jockey : We all think she may have been switched at birth.

Ben : The Vampire Queen should've eaten her.

Disc Jockey : Tossed her into a cauldron with toad stew.

Ben : We're making a warlock movie about it.

Disc Jockey : The Origins of the Missing Yellow Link Nerd Girl, Whatshername Persea Wendigo. She'll be funny and slightly re re - as in retarded.

Ben : Only in her presumption that she has any rights at all.

Disc Jockey : Why would she have rights, if a half blonde Japanese zombie with a face full of zits in NYC gets treated like a God? That's a Capital G.

Ben : Of course, Persea ought to suffer. Where's the blonde on her head?

Disc Jockey : Her 23andme - and her family... for shame.

Disc Jockey : Her brother - TOTAL retard. Ugly. Where did Persea, former moron come from? The Miracle of Eugenics, the UK, Whites only.

Ben : She could be loser living dumpster diving in a Chinatown studio.

Disc Jockey : She could be raped.

Ben : Murdered.

Disc Jockey : Lynched.

Ben : Serving fried rice at a slurp - a - derp - dumpling noodle house.

Disc Jockey : Or be a radically discharged sex worker peddling her poor 90210 chastity, and instead, she's living like a sailor without scurvy.

Ben : We saved her, didn't we?

Disc Jockey : We are anti heroes.

Ben : More blood, fame and money, please.

C flat major was offended by their exposition. He didn't feel like pressing the matter. The Ponzi scheme unraveled before our eyes. All lies, courtesy of the Zombie King and the Vampire Queen.

Mordecai : Hasn't she earned her place in society?

Ben and Disc Jockey look at each other for what felt like a millennia -

Ben : It was the Zombie King.

Disc Jockey : For revenge - Persea ATE his heart.

Ben : He cried wolf.

Disc Jockey : Beowulf.

Ben : That big beautiful blonde energy though.

The older vampire gentleman said it with a little smile. He eyed Mordecai greedily.

Mordecai : No deal.

Disc grumbled and Ben flips through a happy newly wed's album.

Ben : Persea, this is how marital consensus looks.

Disc Jockey : Can't you make an effort?

Mordecai : Was there consent between Persea and the Zombie King?

Disc Jockey : He says yes.

Ben : She says no.

Persea : Plotting for my dowry.

Ben : He believes in Samurai living as if he's in Feudal Japan, when and where women had ZERO rights.

Polite laughter all around the untouched tea.

XII : Cinder - Persea

Mordecai : I intend to lead you astray from your own castle with a new show.

Persea : Our shows are worth every fraction of a penny, even though your show is worth half a grand.

Mordecai planned an awards ceremony to play the game of cat and mouse with me. He knew how to appeal to my admiration of heroes.

Mordecai : Tell me, why is your show free?

Persea : It only appears to be free.

Mordecai : With what interest?

Persea : Fun.

Mordecai : Surely there's a payoff. Will you attend my show?

Persea : Will it be fun?

The show will be comprehensive and formidable.

Mordecai : You're not my rags to riches poor girl?

Persea : I'm afraid not.

Mordecai : Nor my gold digger.

Persea : I don't think so.

Mordecai : I shouldn't be vilified for wanting a privileged daddy's girl.

Persea : One of those would be perfect for you.

Mordecai : Isn't that who you are?

Persea : I don't think so.

There was something bothering me and he could sense it. The norm is plastic. We celebrate fake beauty and yet humans are flawed. After the flesh is cut, our senses become dull. Cutting into a face can impair the mind.

Persea : Wouldn't it be more convenient, had my father been a plastic surgeon?

Mordecai : You'd be more perfect than I am?

The strive for perfection is always for someone else - the desire in itself, chemical and mutable. He thinks I'm supposed to fulfill a part of his destiny - some kind of redemption from a fall.

Mordecai : I want you in rags then.

XIII : MORGANA

Morgana was scheduled to make an appearance with Tehran returned by her side. 24 hours to celebrate the might of heroes.

Followed by an army of brain dead zombies - French, Spanish, English, Canadian, Japanese, Korean, Indian and Buffalo New Yorkers - the Zombie King made his way towards the stadium. He claims he'll slay Morgana for the world to bear witness his strength of will. He flew in a helicopter. Only streaks of red and gold were visible to the average stargazer against the black void. The Vampire Queen rode in her zombie horse carriage containing five of the missing eggs. She chose a Japanese to be her ruler and she will live with the consequences.

Gremlin Tom was already there with his big boy monster truck, equipped with flame throwers, grenades and tear gas. Warlocks, Disc Jockey and Ben flew inside a private jet. For years, Gremlin Tom had been tracking the Al-Qaeda -- the distant relatives of Morgana. She became our beacon of hope. Still - the homelessness increased, the municipal cities crumbled and the funds of commonwealth scattered to the four corners of the earth, by the fates of war carried precariously on salt water and the westerlies. Tom's snipers were ready. The snakes he killed - all but one he allowed to escape.

The star of the show already skipped town. I'm pretty sure that Mordecai figured out by now that I am the Elixir of Life. I escaped the wrath of Japan and Imperial China - and now, I'm perfectly in danger of being eaten by Morgana. Miss big brown lost her breath before. The terminal velocity of her lymphatic system struggles to keep up with her mass of co-dependents. System overdrive is inevitable. She can't hear it in her own voice the way it sounds to me - infrasonic. A little like the wails of a humpback got caught inside her throat. Resuscitated in time for the show.

Not interested in being her life extension package.

The Chinese have a secret pact with the Negroes. Best break them up, no matter how well they get along. The fruits of a dung bat uncontaminated by hate, supposedly. Ebony, ivory, pearls, jade, gold and deeper towards the earth's core - emeralds, rubies, sapphires, diamonds - passed along by miners with soot covered hands, yellow and black in their pitiful existence protected only by instinct. The one still in hiding is cobalt blue Persea Wendigo, with her Golden Eggs. Taureans are supposed to wash their eyes with emeralds to clarify their vision. As a result, we may not need to rely on harmful individuals again.

Why are some people born taller, stronger, brighter and others weaker? Morgana is evidence of the unnatural state of a socialist society.

Mordecai governs the Occult of EBI Aviary. Tiers from top to bottom - eagles for political personnel, hawks for the military, falcons for weapons and defense, owls for medicine, doves for public figures, ravens for the fringe and pigeons for the servants. He tied a message to each creature, cradling every bird of the Aviary for the show. They all meant something no matter how great or small. The bird I left with him as collateral is the Eurasian hoopoe named Amstel. She likes to perch on Mordecai's shoulder. A silent watcher and seeker.

The headline read : MORGANA - Would you marry yourself?

Mordecai : What are you doing, Persea?

Persea : Taking an eye bath.

Mordecai : More wellness. No new selfies?

Persea : Avoiding you.

Mordecai : Don't you like being a doll?

Persea : No.

Mordecai : You'd prefer to stay a rag doll?

Persea : No.

Mordecai : Don't you want to look like Audrey Hepburn - the goal of every dark haired celebrity?

Persea : No.

Mordecai : What in vanity's name are you doing?

Persea : I want to look like baby Mordecai.

Mordecai : Is that necessary?

Persea : You don't need cosmetics.

Mordecai : Do whatever you want. Morgana shows off what she's doing every hour of the day. Can you do that?

Persea : Why don't you marry Morgana?

Mordecai : An abundance of Morgana and a scarcity of Persea.

From Tataviam to Gabrielino, the birds of the Aviary flew. Morgana the mountain of brown clustered herself in fetal position in between the singing hills of Southern California. Farewell, Michigan. Hello, Hollywood. Her bear tresses rolled over the land of golden apples, poppies and eggs, burned to a cinder by a wave of wildfires. A super bloom for Mordecai's show as the migrants poured in.

If bigotry knew mercy, it'd be Gremlin Tom. Morgana is his fight more than anyone else's. He'd prefer a Mercedes over an Audi or electric. He likes his women to be as loyal as dogs and as fierce as Amazonians. I'd prefer to disagree with him, but I can't. He branded me as the snake you cannot hate. Some snakes are Cream top and Copper tone. Me, he regards as Strawberry McFlurry. He has a personal grudge against the Japanese too. If not for Pearl Harbor, then for anime. Gremlin Tom has the work ethic of a prodigious farmer with an army tank and fireworks. Along with the alpha Arab, the Japanese come off as pretentious cowboys to him - mocking him with his ancestors' creations, with excess, compulsion and perversion. It clashes with his Christian morals. The literate can understand the Bible passages describing how certain groups burned crops and others have been excluded from the right to own property - how some raped and pillaged during times of famine. Anyone claiming to be the Prince of Egypt under the guise of Retribution is a socialist in plain sight. How the brown thinks he can fool us into believing they are the friends of Nazis and Negroes, while feigning friendship with all others in between, presents a deal for new slaves to erect new Pyramids. The most common type of snake is brown - it's a rattle. Somebody taught me how to tell the difference - he also happens to be reddish brown - single ethnic origin. Grem's idea of democracy isn't exactly a mystery. It's complicated. In the presence of the Zombie King, he knows it's Gengis territory. The Zombie King thinks Slits are the Red Sea in this part of the world. He's confused it with the Yellow River. There's something I can't train out of you - your Chinese syntax. That's what Gremlin Tom said before my Wendigo kidnapped me.

We rejoice in the spirit of Solomon. The atheist Vampire Queen hates communion. Out of envy, the she cursed his wife with obesity and cast a net of disease upon her skin. She hid her face in shame in her presence, although she was once the most beautiful - daring to outshine the Vampire Queen herself, with her own blue eyes and golden hair. Disc Jockey warned Gremlin Tom against the Vampire Queen. She appears as a goddess, but she's as craven as the most wicked demon. She's both. In the face of war, they still couldn't tell if they were allies or foes. Morgana stands in the Vampire Queen's way more than I ever could.

The battle of Morgana is just another war of ideologies.

XIV : Skipped Stone

Driven by their legendary fear of Negroes, the Canadian Neo Nazis - Vampire Queen and Disc Jockey - mock and incite the mob, out of a need to protect their children from a future of Retribution.

I was born with a lucky Gaël.

Although, it seems to me, as though these Canadians were born even luckier. They trample on the values of our estates and great nation, they disobey our laws, disrespect our rights, presuming to deny some of us, our birthrights, just because they happen to be born with the Neo Nazi complexion. Their celebration of diversity is a lie. Easier to lean into homogeny. Not for all, but many. They speak fluent Canadian, not American. They backstab each other constantly. They're untrustworthy. They lie through their teeth. They sow seeds of insidious hate to divide our warring factions with one ulterior motive - envy towards the United States. No matter how many times I try to hold out a hand of friendship, they will always spit in my face. I'm supposed to be easier to manipulate, but I'm not. The Canadian Neo Nazi reveals the sublime nature of supremacy and hate. And so from now on, there will only be hate and no love.

At first, the mob prayed for Canada and when the Neo Nazis showed their true colors, they prayed instead for Morgana Le Brown. Let her love for the Negro drive Retribution. She, the protector of thieves, sinners and winners - her pagan death will be the end of sex and abduction. And the money - where did it all go - did Morgana dispense it all to the beggars? Is it locked within Neo Nazi caverns - stored it in the oil reserves or hidden in the pimp mines?

When they called out Morgana's name and she did not appear, they turned to the Zombie King and he exploited me. Surely, there had to be a mistake.

The Zombie King checked his phone for fame and money stats. He was born the craziest and the luckiest. His murder victims are just around the corner - Morgana - soon, dead. Next will be me, Persea.

Zombie King : Greedy fat brown nigger bitch didn't give ME any money, cunt motherfucker - why should I follow her?

I did it by leading the French mob astray - Xenophobic anime obsessed freaks - Japanese field Negroes will rape the shit out of you with Spanish Fly. Shit merchant motherfucker.

At the spy - tap quik - e - mart, I checked my stalker snack victims. I purchased some Chips Ahoy and Cherry Pepsi Cola. NYC, mmmm. No place like home. I want - no - I need to be as powerful as the secret Russian intelligence. Those White niggers are scary as fuck. Just the other day, I saw one and ran for my life. This yellow bitchnigger, P. Let's see - which celebrity bitch can I manipulate now? Honest to god, celebrities are boring and stupid - their online data is proof of MY godliness. Insecure wankers.

Sexy Gucci baby momma sugar titis fuck yea - that was my comment. So now they're in love. Stupid bots.

That would make the Vampire Queen undress faster than Pamela Anderson. Hey, look at this - a few heart emojis will kickstart a bot machine - and honest to god, Chloe fuck me 24/7 already. It's called Pearl Harbor necklace for population control. Oooh, I love this new Bad Bunny song. Apple, I'd be homosexual for him. Hello Meta, I'll grab heterosexual Anya's pussy next - she'll be crying for more. Waiting in the subway. Time to play some Farmville, Angry Birds and Super Mario. TED talk - renew my stud life again.

Fuck you, Persea, stupid bitch, I'll dick slap you slut to Chinatown, wanker.

Waiting for the flight. Flipping the bank apps - insufficient funds - too many glamping trips, unused music equipment, snowboards and outdoor gear - fuck you NYC rent - nigger bitch, its too expensive for water contamination to be giving me all these zits - gross. Why isn't this toilet flushing?

Ring ring.

Zombie King : I'm supposed to have a wet Cho Chang pussy in the mail to fix things like that. Guess what? This bitch Persea, she left me for a White motherfucker Wendigo. Cunt motherfucker bitch thinks she Harry Potter or some shit. This yellow cunt's a joke. Poser.

Vampire : Not a poser anymore.

Zombie King : Well well well. Fuck a slut.

Vampire : Let her prosper no more.

Hangs up.

Too many jockey lessons. I ride very well ok? I look good on horseback. Now look, there's family debt - fuck this nation. Fuck yea, I'd fuck my cousin. Ohhhh - who's your new friend? I just bought a new nation, I mean plane ticket to Japan - feeling fresh. Fuck yea, waiting for the Chinese family to die, fuck you China. Cracking each Golden Egg open for a taste of that yummy Persea wealth potential. Picked up some boba tea. Cunt whore lying bitch - that's my favorite nickname for her - Bitch hooker virgin slut, fuck you for eating my big beautiful dick - I mean heart. I'm a winner who feels like a loser - NOT. India will fund my next mob scene upgrade, bitch motherfucker.

I hate every single nigger - did you seriously just take my seat?

You - I'll cunt punt you to Africa, chuck you to China, back you up to Brazil, masturbate you to Madrid, jet you to Japan, kick you to Korea, deport you to Yugoslavia, send you back to Sweden, articulate you to Alaska - blue eyed bitch. I'm just kidding - eat a dick. What are you staring at? Get a life. Oh hey - you're from Iran - want to blow me? Say yes, titi girl bundt cake. It's taco Tuesday - I just snatched a taco away from a stupid poor girl. Stupid bitch from China.

Can somebody please tell me, why does Whatshername Persea get to be perfect in her rich poor girl loser Playboy mansion? Can we compete to be sexier? I'll seduce her Wendigo to make him pay for my hoe upgrades after he dumps that poor slit eyed bitch. I'll make your boyfriend want to have sex with ME. I'll bet he's gay. Come on stupid Wendigo, put your penis inside of my Zombie King pussy then thirsty Vampire Queen over there will take my sloppy seconds. Come on, motherfucker horn dog. That's what the slimy cock sucking Vietnamese bird eyed bitch taught me. Fuck that ugly hoe all the way the Mt Fuji. She wants to play Squid Game with my Japanese cock. She's just a dick sucker from Ho Chi Minh city. That's why she thinks every hot bitch is FAKE. Hahaha.

That ought to get the Vampire Queen's attention. Come on, Canadian Neo Nazi sex deprived slut, repeat what I say. Come on, Disc Jockey - be even more racist, Canadian Neo Nazi disco dickwad - blame everything on China. I'll slap you again, hoe. Go fuck yourself. Guess what, I'm part cracker.

Vampire Queen : Why does Whatshername Persea get to be perfect?

That's exactly what the Zombie King wanted her to say. Good puppet toy, Queen. It's called a gossip jerk circle.

Zombie King : Motherfucker Persea! Yes, why is that?

Vampire Queen : How do we fix that?

Zombie King : I imagine Persea leaving everything to me in her will.

Vampire Queen : Yea, it's just a good first buy. Fuck her property.

Zombie King : Let's neglect that bitch and steal from her until she dies. She'll love us so much she'll leave us everything. No one else will dedicate all their time and energy into misappropriating her life story as revisionist history as we do.

Vampire Queen : Oh my god. I can't believe she's still alive.

Zombie King : FUCKING rude. Persea, can you just die already so we can steal all your assets?

Vampire Queen : Seriously. We need to spend your money and fuck on your behalf.

Zombie King : Lick my dick, Queen.

Vampire Queen : Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Zombie King : Oh that feels so good.

Vampire Queen : Ohhhhh yes.

Zombie King : Fuck you Persea.

Vampire Queen : Fuck you.

Zombie King : Persea bitch.

Vampire Queen : My pussy is queen until your last breath.

Zombie King : Fuck you for fucking a transgender.

Vampire Queen : Fuck I'm queer.

Zombie King : I'll fuck you.

Vampire Queen : Fuck me, Zombie King.

Zombie King : I'll fuck Chloe and you at the same time.

Vampire Queen : I'm comingggggggg.

Zombie King : OH.

Vampire Queen : Oh my godddddddddd.

Zombie King : We are EGYPTIANS.

Vampire Quen : Fuck yeaaaa, I'm Madonna.

Zombie King : Swallow.

Vampire Queen slurps and wipes her dirty face.

Did the Vampire Queen know that bedding the Zombie King would overthrow her own power? Not really, no. Women tend to be weaker. The evidence is in the male beard. What a clever Japanese Negro. He had to do something to prevent anyone else from outshining him. Everything is good. Everything is golden - all going according to plan. Anything for fame, money and power. More PERSEA blood please.

Disc Jockey : TURN THE MUSIC OFF. Can we focus on our next deadline? Fuck you CHINA and the USA.

Disc dials for Ben.

Ben : Hello Disc.

Disc Jockey : Can we find out if Persea is on crystal meth?

Ben : Is she?

Disc Jockey : Is there any other explanation?

Ben : We can look into it.

We pass an ironic billboard for their hate crime in the form of a moral war cry, in order to gain public funding. They've been programmed to think they're more creative than they really are. He's just a sound byte editor - honest. Never underestimate the power of music. To think that we laughed when the Guanajuato Warriors beat their war drum.

Steal Persea's Golden Eggs. Working on it.

Sacrifice Persea as a scapegoat on the altar of 80s worship. Check.

Snort a line or few. Collect greater pay and benefits. Done and done.

Win the war on Morgana.

My Wendigo feels uncomfortable under such vulgar pressure. He's a sensitive White male. Momma can't possibly allow him to pay for hoe upgrades - what with young ones to raise, and therefore, he must deny our relationship status. The things we do for love. He's a good boy - the trophy I vowed to protect ever since he gave me that wing and bucket.

Wendigo : No momma. You got the wing and I got the bucket. Momma please, this Japanese White boy nasty. He drools when he sees me, momma. I don't like it!

In a Persea World, a mob scene and a war usually begins over a selfie. With tensions rising, it's not easy to say no to a fight. The Zombie King fanned the flames of population insecurities, until the mob was willing to mug anyone in sight. If you see it, you can take it. Just like a, b, c, 1, 2, 3. Everyday will be a stampede at Walmart. If I happen to cry out for help, it's as though a fresh faced prostitute just died on his birthday. Let's do it over again and again and again. The mob laughs with him now.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

I died that day after he tied up my body on the subway tracks of the G train tunnel. The fast moving vehicle cut me up clean next to the putrid millennial rats of NYC.

Zombie King : Wtf? Sounds so much better than making her eat sand.

It's the sound of war.

XV : The Art of War

It started over a little military book. Black, written by Sun Tzu, my ancient grandfather, the most honorable Huaxia of China. It means Magnificent Flower. The worst sports team name anyone can possibly pick. Their preference.

Persea : No, Grandpa. Stop hollering at Taylor Swift over the net.

Sun Tzu : I'm interested in her.

Persea : She's not interested in you.

Wendigo : Grandpa, look at my backflip!

Persea : If you were White, she might look at you.

Sun Tzu : Shall I be reincarnated as a handsome White male Hollywood exec?

Wendigo : You will.

Persea : You will.

Wendigo : Gandpa, look at my sessies White tennis pro body.

Grandpa Sun opened a window into another dimension with his enchanted scroll. On the blank parchment, he painted a large Buddhist Swastika with calligraphy ink. It's the symbol of purity. Nazi Germany made a mistake with Auschwitz. A world view of the migration to Mordecai's new show featured Morgana supporters in copper dots. Red dots for the Zombie King and his army. Green dots for Gremlin Tom's forces on the North American expanse. The toy version of Tom held his wife in frail figurine form. Blue dots for the Occult of EBI across the entire civilization. Stormy weather in Russia, the Middle East and parts of Asia. Explorers in South America. Collateral mining in Africa. He pointed to something peculiar on the scroll. The movement of red dots attacking and falling back. The Zombie King played feigned flight against Mordecai's blue phantom forces. Feigned flight is a Chinese invention. From our view, the dots appear as a pictogram animation of a red flower blooming and dying on ice in a continuity.

Sun Tzu : What's a Japanese guy doing with my Gengis Khan playbook?

Wendigo : If you marry the Zombie King, you'll be a traitor to China.

Persea : It's kind of my fault. I sent the book to him full of sexual innuendos as a prank to emasculate him.

Wendigo : Persea BAD GIRL.

Persea : Greedy Chinese mercenaries turned your playbook into a bestseller. We've been ruined by them.

Sun Tzu : Like our Last Emperor, Pu Yi?

Persea : That's right. He's a simpleton. Have you seen my selfies?

Sun Tzu : Royals are executed in China.

Grandpa Sun lifted me into the air by my britches with his wizard staff. The nearby peach tree flogged me. I cried out in exaggeration. Ow, ow, ow, oh my gosh ouchies. My pain isn't convincing enough to him. I can tell he'll test me again.

Sun Tzu : You thought it was funny to soil my good name?

Persea : No Grandpa! I just wanted to teach him a lesson for coercing me into an undesirable threesome of a low class fraternity.

Wendigo : We taught him a lesson.

Persea : Yes we did.

Wendigo picked me up like a child, danced me in the air to crack my rib cage in a bear hug. He shook me upside down and let out a roar.

Sun Tzu : So you soiled your panties, Persea. Very smart.

Grandpa Sun grabbed my wrist to examine my hands.

Sun Tzu : No dirt under your nails, silly vampire.

Wendigo : Who cares? There's a war against Morgana Le Brown.

Sun Tzu : We call her Kali, the deity to the West.

Wendigo : She's a dirty cheating destroyer.

Persea : Grandpa garbage pail, they called you weak.

Wendigo : They want to loot us for Retribution.

Wendigo : Grandpa - ccino, they want Persea to be eaten by Morgana for Retribution.

Grandpa Sun was annoyed, then concerned. If Morgana Le Brown chooses to eat me, she may perish. Poison for her mind. No mention in the scriptures of how she's supposed to react to the Elixir of Life. We all know she's supposed to turn into Parvati after a demon like the Zombie King meets her in battle. She's supposed to die fighting. He threatens to destroy the world. As Parvati, she becomes a boring housewife maid type. Her bell bottoms don't fit anymore. She's a mom and nobody cares. She's been cancelled in ancient history. The problem is that modern moms stopped behaving like Parvati. They're corny and carry on as if they're still Kali. An honest crisis. Men are supposed to put women in their place and when they become dull after their first marriage, men are supposed to engage in adultery. It's supposed to be sexist. All the scriptures say so. The Vampire Queen won't like that. Women are supposed to react by cheating the universe - become extra sexy to avoid a death before death. It's called feminism and plastic surgery.

Heaven is a horny fat lady.

She croons to Persea, The Lost Prince of China - come lay thy head on my bosom.

He dressed me in my new suit of armor - titanium lithium cobalt oxide. Sleek, mercurial and invisible. He stripped away my wings, tail and removed all traces of femininity. We will not reveal my gender. My helmet - a sheet of white gold, malleable, as thin as liquid foil, melted all over my face and wrapped around my cranium to conceal my cobalt chip motherboard. A face is only a face, until it matters. Let the warring tribes fight over trivialities. I stood before my family in my seamless chrome finish. I am no one and nothing but a reflection of my surroundings. Only my movements indicate that a metallic specimen is present. A silver puppet of whom to be determined, animated by an enclave of endless of silken dendrites, powered by Gaelic blue light pulses. No need to traverse a desert full of tangents and fumes. We are anti pollutant. We teleport. A dock was fashioned inside the palm of my left hand for the blue stone, my Gaël. Twist clockwise for invisibility. Twist counter clockwise to materialize. No ID.

Morgana Le Brown beckons to all to enter once and puke twice. She says funny things like angel baby heartbreak. Lies to seduce the listener into an infinite loop of sexual desire. It's called replay baby music. Feels good when you're inside and from the outside, to the conscious mind, you look funny without inhibitions. Always an evolution of an earlier pop tune - the same tired script. After you hear it once, you've heard it all. What if you wake up one day and wonder why you got married? I think a prenup means that the constituents expect the union to fall apart. What if the dream turns into a nightmare? What if a sobering reality is the true state of homeostasis?

Wendigo and I both died laughing. Who cares? Who does Morgana think she's fooling? Oh - the entire planet. We did some weight training to pass the time. Grandpa needs to strategize. We threw candy wrappers at him while he meditated looking half asleep. Silently, he slammed us both against the peach tree, sniggering. Anyone who hasn't let go of material desire is a slave. We do not speak of enlightenment to sinners.

He won't say if the scriptures ever mentioned Black people. If only rappers can become farmers. Nothing is free. If it's not sexy, it's slavery. That won't work. An albino pie ball slithered out of the tree and wrapped itself around me. Its scales burned as hot as iron against my skin. To go from cast iron to laser - not sexy. Feeling its way towards the shaft of my hair, the cobalt tip. It sprouted claws that dug into my spine and melted into my nape. No, I don't like the way it feels. That familiar pain they trained my elders to endure in Chinese concentration camps - where my mother burned away the leeches in her youth, after a day's worth of work on the rice paddies as a result of Japan's invasion of China. If the Last Emperor of China weren't such a loser, we'd have won the war. Out of ultra violence, socialism is born. The sort of thing first world citizens will never suffer - a downer. I think Shien fast fashion meant to cover it all up. Nice - China. Suppose the labels don't matter. What if a loser in silks is still a loser, and a winner in rags is still a winner. Wendigo was ready to play with our new friend.

Wendigo : Grandpa stinky Grandpa smelly, how come the snake made part of Persea's hair kinky wavy like black people hair? That crown part.

Persea : That's the part you don't like, Aryan Jew.

Wendigo : Here Meowgirl, take my owl, Axelrod.

Axelrod is an Eurasian eagle owl. His job is to watch over the Golden Eggs. Shrewd silent predator. He'll never forget a slight - unforgiving to friend or foe. He never apologizes, even if he's mistaken, although usually he's correct. His revenge can be compared to the blitzkrieg. If you win his admiration, sky's the limit. His mind is always ticking away.

Sun Tzu : We need all thirteen Golden Eggs, Persea.

Persea : I have seven.

Wendigo : I have one.

Sun Tzu : Eight Golden Eggs.

1. Mirror from The 4th

2. Turntable from Vitreous

3. Absinthe from Daguerre

4. Dog and Boy from Linchpins

5. Voice and Face from Halogen

6. Priori from Onyx

7. Mother and Grandmother from Purveyor

8. Baby, Fox and Deity from Powell

Persea : Is that enough to win the war?

Wendigo : No, they will cripple you with the effigies from the five stolen eggs.

1. Centaur, Nymph and Prince from Ourelia

2. Dagger from Solomon

3. Raggedy and Angel from Black

4. Original Sin from Caballo

5. Crystal City, Princess and Prince with Lock and Key from Oriel

Sun Tzu : Where are your stolen eggs?

Persea : This guy Mordecai meant to recover them from the Zombie King.

Wendigo : It's her new boofwend. You're fired.

Grandpa let me in on an enchanted matchbook to discover Morgana Le Brown's crux. He raised me to be better. All he had to do was lift the veil into another dimension with his wizard staff. I said a temporary goodbye as he lowered the veil to seal his dimension shut. Axel and I stepped into LA, Gabrielino territory. We stood apart from Mordecai at the cave entrance of Morgana's body, the forces of warring ideologies surrounding our periphery. Sun Tzu's legacy is better than a fastpass. Mordecai will be unhappy with how low I've sunk to sneak in without buying a ticket. He'll be irritated when he hears Axel speak. Their voices will clash. When he catches up later, I'll say we got in on leftover VIP access from a DMT acid trip. He'll accept it - no cash or card, otherwise, he's not cool. With childish intentions, I focused on her beautiful singing voice inside the gooey brown and pink echo chamber to burn it all down. We crawled deeper into the tight tunnel space on elbows and knees. Axel's feathers are ruffled. He nipped at my neck as to express his displeasure. I lit a match to light my way by blue Gaelic fire. The ceiling was encrusted with young rubies. Tiny semi precious curses. Be careful to look, not touch. My light burned sparingly. It'll take quicksilver instincts to exit before her spell completely intoxicates me.

We can't save everyone.

Morgana's pussy was littered with illiterate dead babies, menial bodies and damaged skulls. Some still had faces - smiling, neutral, angry, sad - all melting ghoulish. Men and women who went begging for some kind of comfort. The world forgot about the One Child Rule - its survivors understand a new sort of reality - a sobering totality of life. What if their babies are flawed? So many are useless, disabled, a waste of space and resources. They make excuses and cry. They receive second chances. What if you only get one swing? No one screamed at them during childhood demanding to state their purpose in life. At the core of Morgana's wanting is her crux, the phantom Black baby of the Retribution cradle. It's especially challenging when they're born cute. They make it hard for me to do my job. It's the worst when they sing and dance so well, so effortlessly.

Persea : Look devil baby, I'm going to murder you and your stupid mother. She won't shut up and you're expensive. You get to win multi million dollar deals and perform at the Super Bowl. I am this close to plunging my sword into your tiny body.

I punched the wall instead.

Mordecai is outside of Morgana's Giantess face supervising the red carpet event.

The Zombie King doesn't understand how he's been lured into a trap. Bear traps are his specialty. Mordecai is the best trapper across ten states. A stand out competitor. For me, he might set a deer trap. It would be the highest compliment. The clones of Morgana make wonderful bed companions - I mean, bear ladies who would make great taxidermy conversation pieces in a charming retiree's den. In a perfect world, Mordecai's den would be filled with taxidermy women - bear, fish, deer, bird - you name it. They would all be clad in Sports Illustrated outfits and when the clock strikes during midnight, they would come to life for an electric Abba disco party. Now Morgana is very special, being a Giantess and all. This one took careful planning.

Mordecai : No Persea on the roster. She doesn't want to succeed like I do. What kind of vampire wizard witch doesn't show up? She'll show up for a lousy forklift, and not for me.

Amstel : Persea has passed away. You will meet her in another life.

Axel and I set up the Golden Eggs around the Retribution cradle. I can't believe I'm using my eggs on this Black baby. This is how Gremlin Tom felt when he took me under his wing. Now I feel his pain. Time is running out. Morgana's Chola Secret Police Academy is marching into her uterus to arrest us. It'd be embarrassing if we were jailed by Cholas with claws. I emptied the gifts from the eight Golden Eggs. Eight - best number ever. First layer - the mirror from The 4th - a silver platter for the offering of the Black baby. Second layer - set the turntable from Vitreous over the silver platter. Baby goes on top. Douse the bottle of Absinthe from Daguerre all over the center piece. Tucker the dog and boy toys from Linchpins into the baby's arms. The face from Halogen is a framed funeral portrait of the baby's incarcerated Black father. A spoonful of honey for the baby's voice. An apparition of my Black priori godmother from Onyx. She will be his guiding light - his unique blue fairy. Incense sticks from Purveyor - the spirit of a yellow mother to nourish him with exotic flavors - something sweet and savory from a sheltered stove top - the spirit of a yellow grandmother to lend him a foreign tongue. The offering from Powell - a humble Happy Meal containing three surprise plastic toys - an immaculate fox, a charming baby and a sweet deity. Those will be his friends. There - I looted my own Golden Eggs for this poor stupid kid and now I hate myself. I hate sharing my toys. I cursed the kid with my blessings and spat on the uterus cave floor.

One Sun Tzu match left in my book.

One Gaël in my left hand.

Twenty pairs of high heels marching closer than I could ever dare to dream.

One Axelrod bird friend beside me.

One Black baby offering for the tinder of hope.

I light the flame and toss it into the Absinthe puddle. Axel and I run. Morgana will not survive the explosion. Baby will be reincarnated. Not as poor as you think. Mordecai, this will ruin your day. As the Black devil baby screeched its horrible death, the Zombie King inscinerated into flames. His entire army went with him.

Where would he be without Black power?

Nowhere.

The remaining eggs, we'll recover later.

It's the same yellow girl alright.

For my Gaël.

End Credits : Brown Pussy Song

Brown

Her pussy brown

Enormous porous breasts

Areolas brown and pink fest

 Brown is popping best

Get a tan to pass the test

Brown

Her pussy brown

Brown is brown, is brown, is brown, is brown

It's so brown, its pedophilic incest

Same color inside out

As stinky poo poo outside in

Brown

Her pussy brown

Nasty, juicy, gross fluids

She stinky like ass crack & Cinnabon

When you haven't showered with a carry-on

She, full of HIV

That's how you penetrate a P. I. G.

Brown

Her pussy brown

Miss Browning Brown Brown Brown

Born in the USA

My mami says you N*****s cray

Oh yes, she said please, stay away

Her ancestors, gold diggers

They even sold human cotton jiggers

Take a selfie, holler hey

When she sits, she makes a lot of sounds

She's so fresh, her butt can hit the ground

Even if it weighs a lot in pounds

Dang, this bish should wear a crown

Brown

This pussy brown

There's a wig on her head

And a wig when she spreads her legs

I never thought I'd say it

But you better shush and lick it

If you don't know where to stick it

If you don't shove a lotta cash

Into that Pokeball, Ash

This bish will shriek louder than a sexless donkey

None have ever been prouder this canine muzzle ganji

Each party needs a bouncy whore

Feed this bish a doggone boar

Brown

This pussy brown

Mordecai : Peeper, what is this?

Persea : I wrote a mumble rap song for my R rated movie.

Female zombies : Who said that?

Iranian zombie : This smart ass four eyed Chinee bish.