Empire Of The Senseless

‘So which half do I get first?’ ‘Who says you get any half?’ ‘I say, babyboy. You’ve got my little noggin in-between your legs, don’t you? I get whatever I please. Don’t play like I’m not in complete control.’ ‘Fine. Which do you prefer, real life or dreams?’ ‘Remind me again, what exactly is the difference?’ ‘Well, as far as I see things, real life is whatever we dream it to be. Most bodies have forgotten dreams. Most realities are being run on another’s version, spinning webs, making us all weave one giant sticky thing. All we do now is catch each other, suck the blood out; suck each other dry. All we do now is survive.’ ‘The half of the stupid chicken story that’s already been told, is it a survival story?’ ‘Totally.’ ‘Lets start with that then. I prefer my endings sad. I prefer it when reality lets me see a living that suffers. I ache to dance joyfully in the pain, but I refuse to look away.’   ‘Look at me!’ I scream. I grab her little face between both my palms and stick it right in front of mine. Our