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1: Zachary (Keyword: Smoke): Smoke. Eddy's of smoke. Endless curls and vortexes of magnificent chaos. A cigarette. All white. No markings or brand. Slowly burning up. The side of the cigarette starts to burn, not conforming to how it's supposed to burn. Zachary. Imprinted in smoldering letters on the cigarette. It burns to ash and crumbles.
2: Critters (Keyword: Coil): A tree. Seemingly dead and arid. The soil is dry, more dust than dirt.  As if one gust could take away all soil, and show the rock below. Enter below. The roots coil and twist and turn, and intertwine one-another. All seemingly dead. The insects rule here.  They do not mind the dead substance that makes their home. Like a human in his house of dead bricks. The critters live and follow and bite.
3: Black Dog (Keyword: Beige): Rainy day. Walking the dog. He likes the other dog out in the rain. He won't go inside the house. Numbers 555 are ordered. He goes inside after hearing them. Little girl running on the rainy street. Lighting fireworks. Muffled sound of large and loud  fireworks go off. Ruined the sidewalk. A girl proceeds to toss fireworks in the mailbox. Pursuit.  Backpack is too heavy. I lost it. The pursuit is easier now. The girl runs around a corner, into a pharmacy. I caught her. DCIXM. My dog stops at a front door consisting of glass panels. Lightly scratches the door. A woman opens. Big black dog to her right, my left. We're asked inside. We enter. Another dog, beige. I pet it. It's not a dog any longer. It's a cat. It leaps towards me and gives me a kiss. I wake up. A pile of transparent boxes next to my bed. This is still the dream. I never woke up. I am making something on a solid wooden table in the kitchen. Working from a blueprint. It's electrical in nature. Need to go see someone. I exit through a backdoor. End up in a large building. It looks akin to the underground section of a large stadium. Knock on the maintenance door. Door swings open to the inside. Warmth emerges and engulfs me. I never see who opened it. Leaving the building. Heading towards a small river. Bridges are there to cross it on foot. It's a quaint town. Father doesn't want to sit near the water. I need to go back. I must have forgotten something. I am punished by someone above me. Now I am ordered to read more and receive more of something vague. I am happy about this. The rest of it is hazy and foggy.
4: Numbers (Keyword: ThreePointZero): Received a file from Stars. Detailed teachings on ways for me to learn more. We go down a wide set of long winding stairs clad in a red velvet. The stairs are a of a dark color.  It's a cinema, looks akin to the insides of a large silo. The doors to each movie or low and small. Movie 22 is a gigantic hit in the box office. Critics rate it poorly. She chooses movie number 12(?). I tell her it's a horror movie. It's valentines so we choose another. We enter without tickets. I am now outside with a small animal.  I head inside, there's water boiling. My mothers sit in the room talking to another woman.  Can't make out their words. Now I am outside once again. It's cold. There's plenty of snow. Wondering if it is okay to steal a bicycle if I provide the lights for it.  Decide to walk and not take a bicycle.  I don't phone for help. Walking down the snow-covered road with a lamp hanging from my back pocket and one in my right hand. A woman in a car to my right, she comes from a side road.  I shine my light at her.  (She seems to be calling someone on a cell phone) See a town with people.  I cross a small bridge and enter. A slim built man is carrying another man. The other can not walk.  He is being carried to a mailbox to post the letter he holds in his hand. The man walks back. He grabs his wife. She holds a knife, a large kitchen knife.  He tells her she should not do that.  Another woman with a knife. (She cries?). The number 3.0 appears.  I now walk away looking for a place to sleep. There are many handicapped people walking with me. I see 3 large dome shaped churches and pass between them. Someone mentions there should be a place set up for holy massages. I am asked if I have a place to sleep. Say no. Woman replies they cannot provide one.  I say that that's why  I will ask  around for one.  I realise  that they will not just let a  handicapped person into their own home.
5: War (No Keyword Needed): Gathering of young people sitting on bleachers made of worn wood. Listening to someone's lecture. A question about radicalism is asked. Can one be a radical Islamist? Majority raise their hands. As do I. Some do not, they instead raise their hand  to say one cannot. Red Colored man sitting behind me. Isolated. Colored man is hitting people from behind, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to annoy. The row in front of him leaves,  he now plucks on my shirt. I tell him to stop. Tell another colored man (a friend?) I do not like being plucked. He agrees and holds my hand. His hands are soft, incredibly so. I leave. The  Red Colored man pursues. Unsheathes a black knife with a gleaming, grey edge. He is out for me. Friends with knives show up. Tell me in signals to be silent. They stab him first. He is stabbed in his side. I can see the bloodless wound. Two meters is the ideal distance for  stabbing, a friend tells me. It's perfect stabbing protocol.  We now have food and drinks in celebration. He shows up once more. I leave and run. His friend spots me and howls to signal his ilk to come. They run after me as I turn and shoot at their group.  Some fall. Outside; a police officer aims his pistol at me. I drop mine and curl up like a fetus. The Red Colored man and his  friends overwhelm the officer and kick him. I grab the fallen pistol and shoot. After that it all turns to black. A heavily armored vehicle I sit in. It is war and we charge with a large number of such vehicles. All look very squared yet organic, green and grey colored. A reflective and watery  looking glass serves as windows. The assault leaves us stranded near a grey, concrete tower  attached to a column with a disc shaped room at the top. We take our final stand. The glass,  I learn, is Delta coated glass. It absorbs the bullets. Machine gunner, female, has to reload. She pops outside of the Delta glass to do so and gets hit.  We lost one with her, the radio man. Gunner goes and throws grenades out of our top hatch, gets hit and dies. Alone. Drive the vehicle into a civilian shopping area. They strip it apart like animals do. I run and am stripped for my clothing. They give back my clothes and  tell me it's entertaining.  I tell them I require a new tank now.
6: Marshmellow (Keyword: Clouds): Man in a department store. Underage and cannot be a man. Asks to be made neater. Neat is only for grown men. They're cautious. He wants to have a shave. They oblige when they spot the grey shadow of his face. They serve me dessert. Dump of ice-cream with various toppings such as nut shavings slathered in honey are dumped on my chest. I watch and feel the cold honey slowly flow down my collar and onto my chest. This shirt is ruined and can never be properly worn again. Walking outside of a parking building with  multiple layers for parking. The atmosphere is thick and gloomy. Smog is king and queen here. Pass several girls clad in school uniforms. They serve as a stark contrast with the worn charcoal looking world. Heading to a cinema. 3 masturbating girls are seen on posters on the outside of a building. Head inside, I see a Y-forking staircase to my left with small glass bricks making up a wall. The building seems both industrial and high school-like. Enter a bathroom stall. Hear the moaning of girls coming from upstairs. It's only 9:13 and I decide that it's too early. I need to use the restroom. Sitting down I hear someone outside the stall. "Psssssssssssst!" A graphic novel is slid towards me from the outside of the stall. I see the face of a girl and I wake up. I shiver, as if someone is watching me as I sleep. Concentration camp. 4 men attempted to force their way in. 3 went in front of me, one went to my left. They all melted into masses of tumor infested marshmallows. The mass is still semi-liquid. The white wires around the camp are electrified and have the appearance of clouds at intervals. Everyone jokes about the happenings. It's funny. I cannot take a picture as proof. The officer has arrived. A little boy is sitting on the pavement near the molten men, he too cracks jokes about it all. I want  ice-cream after seeing him eat his.
7: Failure (Keyword: Quotations): An old city street. The bricks underneath my feet are unevenly laid down. It is as if the stones for some time decided to be water and then decided to be stone again.  Large,  brittle looking  balls are tossed in the air.  When tossed time appears to move far more slowly.  I kick the ball.  I get the  impression we're trying to  perform some trick.  A man with a turquoise bucket of water arrives. Try to do the trick once more. Try to do a back-flip and kick the ball. Failure is  common practice.  I cannot succeed.  The bucket of water is thrown about to clear the street of onlookers.  I try  again.  The man with the bucket of water removes the bottom and the water falls,  neatly, as if not a liquid.  I hit the ball when times is  slowed down to a crawl,  the ball hits the liquid that acts nothing  like it  should,  it bounces back  towards me.  I have  succeeded now. School. Sports. I am dressed up in a simple sports uniform with shorts. Wearing braces that  are partly  outside of  my mouth,  there is an IV in my right arm. Someone has gotten  lost near an old dilapidated windmill  and we mock them for it.  Walking on an elevated walkway.  It floats above the sports  fields,  it's empty and  it's lights  are cold  and dim yet  comforting to me.  Sports are in another room. While walking there my braces come off, the IV remains.  I inform the coach  that  I cannot  attend on a Tuesday,  because of  this he tells me a specific person (I never heard a name, and if I did I have forgotten)  aced his toe exam.  I walk back on the same road. I pull my IV from my arm, it burns for a while. I shed the IV bag too. Classroom. There are black, rectangular glasses on the floor.  I can see them because there is a  dim red light is beaming from them. I proceed  to pick them up.  A kid sits down with some teachers.  ( I can vaguely recognise this face )  They are  not happy  with him  as  he will  only communicate  through quotations of others. I tell him I understand and tell the teacher to be more  understanding as I  can see his  frustration  in not  being capable of  communicating in a  more  "normalised"  manner.  She's  angry  now. 
8: Sack Of Flesh (Keyword: Doors): Music is made with a looping station of sorts. Wooden sounds are the foundation of it all. Someone else sings a beautiful tune. It's a woman with an odd voice. A building  with many doors.  A minimum of four  doors per room.  A maze if you will.  I enter one and see a familiar face, a friend. This is the room for door ball. It's the changing room for idiots he says. Outside. Sitting on some steps enjoying nature.  There are two men sitting in front of me, facing me. We speak of bliss.  Girl behind me goes to  sit on a toilet  and leaves the door ajar so she can talk with us. She agrees with bliss but needs to do other things too. I tell her of  the idiot incident.  Friend of the idiot team says he  resents me joyfully. I scored in door ball even though I entered only briefly. The game is played by rolling a  large string of numbers on  a computer.  The computer then processes  and  interprets the  numbers  to see  who scored.  It  takes long to process. It is visualised as water falling, sifting through sand. It looks like ANSI characters. 27 It's autumn. The leaves and the room I sit in seem fake. It is a recording studio. Back in the maze of doors again. New room. It's only for sex. Mongoloid girl is stripped naked.  On her back there is a back pocket made of flesh.  As if a hole was carved with a scalpel and a  sack inserted and sewn in place.  A girl appears,  dressed in a satin black dress.  She too has a back pocket of flesh.  The girl is also present.  The black dress girl speaks to me. The  back pocket she has was slowly  cured  because of  all those creepy,  fat, hairy,  old men with a small penis fucking her.  And now I will further cure it she says.  She wants to have sex.I can't do it. After sex,  excrement pours out of the sack of flesh. I'm reminded of the smell of a previous encounter with it and I vomit TV-static all over a chair.  I leave and she pursues.  She tries to convince  me to have sex with her.  I continue to run as another girl joins the pursuit. She hates me for rejecting the girl in the black dress.  Start running into rooms with  less than  4 doors.  I met her  after opening the door.  She is pretending to spray something in my face, as if using a makeshift flamethrower. However I see nothing, just an angry face.  Running through a door behind which I find artists. Painters. Enter one door and I am told an old man is having his birthday. She is making him a cake. Her name appears.  'Stars von [?????]'. The last name is hazy. She's older than I remember.  Grey hair tied in a ponytail, grey-blue glasses. She is Asian and not white as I remember her. She is working on manufacturing a princess cake,  she sits at a workbench in a dimly lit room. Girl I am walking with says she cannot commit to me as she feels that she is my property  if she  does commit.  I try to  explain that she  can always leave.  In an airport hall. Walking past the aisles of a store, I need nothing but razorblades I say. Lots of young people there.  I need to be  here for a side activity.  Go into a room with tables in the middle and 2 sinks on my left hand side. Familiar faces and three unknowns.  They are baking bread wearing blue latex gloves, the bread is made  from a dark  black tar like substance. A friend has blackened veins in his face.  There is an  argument  between the  familiar faces and the unknowns. They fight.  A guy tells  me to join the fight. I get angry and tell him nobody orders me around.  He says okay, I am king.  I tell the guy I am jealous of his place of habitation.  It's nice and quiet there.  And only 10 minutes away from the woods.  It is double  as noisy in my  old house as there.  I measured it. I look out of  the windows.  Autumn.  Red and orange and yellow and  brown leaves decorate the street. Some people are standing below the window. Back inside the bakers have  finished and  some left. I got look for my friend. He is finishing off his bread by  baking and wrapping it  in plastic.  Walk up some stairs,  my place is about to leave.  We need to show  all food to  the stewards,  and tell them it is for  consumption or that we put a  lot of effort  into preparing it.
9: Glass (Keyword: Mirrors): Glass. Broken shards. Pieces of mirrors. Everywhere. We're all rubbing our faces in the remains of glass and mirrors. My hands are bloodied and glass-like.
10: Hackroon (Keyword: Tssschk): Lying in a large bed located in a dim room. The light is grey, it's not natural yet not artificial either.  I semi-sleep  and transmit  the messages  of a dead woman to her husband.  There is a man present.  The dead husband?  The man that was present exits. He is my father. I look through the blinds, into a garden of rocks and stone, all grey and white-grey. He takes his motorcycle and rides of, I can see his helmet.  I return to the bed and continue to listen to spirits. I proclaim : "I AM HACKROON AND I, I AM A FRAUD! I cannot talk to spirits, I have deceived you all. I cannot talk to the dead at all, I can talk only to myself." Now I  glide over  the side  walk as  if my feet  has wheels  underneath  them. Gliding over the bumpy curb along a long path next to a large river bed. I spot an overly large man in machinist gear, thick moustache and a grey bonnet riding on a comically small tractor. I call it: 'Peak Romanticism'. We continue. I am told to watch out by someone as I try to cross the road over to the gas station. I must fill up my feet with gasoline. I spot a friend and I aid him in cleaning something, something we drench in water with sponges. I try to rinse the leaves that are stuck on it. A mentally handicapped Indonesian boy comes to aid us, he appears glad to see me again. He speaks in jumbled words and sentences, but all in a very ecstatic tone. We succeed. "A je to, TSSSCHK",  we say to each other. And then we  shake hands properly  as ordained to  us from above.  We're happy.
11: Twirls (Keyword: Blue): A girl. A blue dress made of a fabric, akin to liquid silk. She twirls  circles, twirling & spinning. Endless twirling, round & round elegant.
12: Cherish (Keyword: Half): Black girl. Mixed maybe.  It is night. Too dark to see much. Sewer grating. I change my socks,  they got wet.  Phone falls into the sewer on top of a grey shirt. My socks are long enough, but they're too tight. I leave them half on. I can always pull them up once I am inside.Opening a sturdy wooden door. It's old. The paint has it's autumn. Family has gathered. The atmosphere consists of smoke and alcohol and nuts. People are watching a movie. It's made by David Fincher.  Almost at the end of the movie, but it has just begun.  Credits roll before the end of the film to build tension. Wild west movie, I can control the plot with my thoughts I discover. A saloon. Someone warns that Gerald arrived. "Aye, let's try him then" an ugly man standing inside a metal tub says. Gerald punches one guy and takes out two more without much effort. He pours bleach powder from a carton in the tub. The ugly man yells something incomprehensible. Bystanders  panic. The ugly man is starting to dissolve, fade,  becoming translucent. Guy tells him he can now see through his hands.  Ugly man says it ain't so. It's preposterous. He is standing right here. He looks at his hands and sees the change. He tells himself; "surely this can't be so, I can't leave"
13: Birth (Keyword: Boardwalk): Rainy evening. Everything is fast-forwarding and reversing.  (♪ Maybe I will do better.  But that's just  the way it is ♪)  A song,  sang by a negro man in the background. Local town hall.  A van packed with supplies,  travel supplies,  is parked out front.  A friend  takes a  picture and  puts it  on social media.  I appear to like it. "In waters." I comment. She never replies.(♪ But that's just the way it is ♪)  A plane with a white  interior. Snakes and grapes. I see her. We're in a studio room.  A music setup behind her.  Skin tanned. Paint on hands and feet. Collared. Dried paint.  She's naked.  Chubby.  Dried paint mixed into blues and browns with bright reds and greens on both hands and feet. Working on something, art.  We lay together,  still naked.  She's to my left, on her side facing me.  I lay on my back looking up.  Her hand is on my chest. Dried paint. Now snow. The town square is covered in snow.  Holographic snow, still cold and feeling real.  I can see through it. Snow cubes are made instead of snow balls. The cube  is everywhere.  I skate on  ice as a  man is  asked if he  wants some licorice. He tells us he's on a diet but will take one anyway. I skate past him. The ice is uneven, as if a fast moving current froze in an instant. Too fast, I hit a bump in a corner, fearing I may break an ankle. I skip around the corner. A large pillar of  ice is set prominently in the center.  It's a room.  Skating around the pillar,  the ice is too thin, so I lay flat on my stomach. Carefully moving I fall through. Cold but not cold.  I struggle. Moving to the large pile of ice, pointless. Moving towards the exit of the room. I notice wooden lattices underneath the ice as it crumbles, the break easily.  I damn whoever made them. The lattices  and the ice  were poorly  constructed by whoever made them.  Damn. Inside. Business meeting.  Naked woman lying down  on an artificial beach. Her voice appears too masculine for a woman.  Face is off.  Her bikini is gone. His bikini is gone.  A bloated belly is  uncovered now.  Below hangs a small,  limp penis. Transgender. I am left with a feeling of disgust and the smell of vomit. Open air. People market. Boardwalk. Emotion is for sale.  Many young girls with their  families.  Crooked walking teenager,  tall,  son. Father walks  with two other sons,  they walked crooked  to match  his height.  Only the  father has a normal upper body, the sons all have elongated upper bodies. They argue.  I try to interject,  but it is tedious.  Convince them  not to visit  their dead sons reunion. The reunion will remember the dead differently. As just another person who came by,  to them  (the father and sons)  he still lives.  They cry. I cry. Tears.  I leave.  Enormous department  store doors open as I exit.  People walk frantically  in front of  the door.  Dancing.  I pass  effortlessly through the crowd. Outside, more market. I see girls with wigs and bald spots. Enter a car. Old car. The car drives into a tunnel made of limestone. The car skids as I hit the rear brakes, stop sign. Front window has condensation on it. Heat and fans. 
14: Nun (Keyword: Habit): Prisoner. Female. I, too, am a prisoner. A nun comes to check up on us. The nun is clad in religious habit,  made of leather or latex.  She shoots with a water pistol, making laser sounds in the process. A companion is in the cell with me. He shoots at  the nun with a gun that fires bullets.  The nun dies.  We run and run and need to escape from the prison. All that is barring our path is clutter. We pull, we push, we jump, we cut, we crawl.  We remove the clutter. I can hear them following.  I wake up  to the  sound of the nun preaching into my ear.  As  if there was a subtle whisper  that was artificially amplified by a  megaphone. 
15: Testicles (Keyword: Tricycle): Star gazing.  Black and white sky,  all is grey-scale.  Rotating planets. I can capture them and  keep them for myself. I  will  just have  to figure  out how. Lanky and tattooed man drives  a large car down a private drive way.  The gates open automatically.  He hired the road  from a Mexican lady.  It's not his.  He rides a tricycle now,  lollipop hanging on his lips. He asks the lady from whom he rented the road; "do you want to suck it too?".  He knows what she wants, he utters.  The  lady is  not interested,  to her  right is a  little girl.  Group activity, all youth.  Walking trail, hiking is the activity. One guy is famous, tattooed once again. A slight drizzle. Three guys. Girls, big and muscular. She has either an Audi logo or the Olympic rings tattooed on her throat. One of the three guys  hangs his arm  around me in a friendly manner.  I tell him, that he used to be normal.  I admired that,  but now he is like the others.  He doesn't like the  critique.  We pause underneath  a tree,  shelter from  the  rain.  We continue. "Efficiency", we say. I have a raincoat that  I decided not to  wear. We arrive  at some sort  of lookout.  We make statues here from paper.  I write something on an old  computer and save it to a USB drive.  The USB drive has my name engraved on it. Someone purposefully stands on my shoe. White shoes. White cloth shoes.  The right one is semi-clean,  the left one  is not  all black and dirty. Xavier is standing next to me. He looks at what I wrote on the USB drive He pulls on my testicles. It hurts. I try to resist and hit him so that he will stop, but I cannot get close enough to him.  I wake up from the pain he caused. Lake,  peninsula.  I can't tell.  All these small little island with waterfalls and caves. The waterfalls hide doors.  Little girls guard all the entrances.  I kill all the girls. They were too young to be here, it's gruesome. I don't mind doing it. Another  door. Guarded by a large, grey cat with a litter of kittens.  
16: Mary (Keyword: Helena): Art gallery. Someone I admire has odd art on display there. I loose my slippers. A spill. Hot water from a cup. My cup.  My pants, of soft and grey fabric, look as if I pissed myself.  Nobody noticed. Outside. Red brick wall, old.  Has bits and pieces missing. I can hear someone singing in the restroom,  the drain pipes run outside and carry the sound. Graffiti on a wall. Small, but grows. Steadily evolves and becomes uglier and uglier.  It finalizes into an  esoteric graph of some kind.  I cannot read it.  It has to  do with  the creation  of the  earth. (Nuremberg) Almost magic. Some store.  Everyone sits  in a circle.  I am the only young  one there.  Two phones. I stack them. Looking up prices and information. Jokes are cracked, and laughs echo.  Old people  show me their shoes, we think it's funny.  They brag about how cheap they were.  Two girls besides me.  Simple  questions on a form. Pictures are  presented of 4 items,  all one has to do is answer if the picture is a utility item or an electrical item. The girl on my left struggles. I know the answers.  Both are  baffled and  intrigued. I am smart  enough to know  the answers. It's quite a feat. The girl to my right starts talking about a digital store front becoming  ever better.  I say I haven't  seen the store front.  She leans in, we kiss. She says; "Oh, you're such a prince". I know her. Kiss. Nude I enter, we consume.  Reluctance, tight. It's sinful behaviour. No.  I wake up.square.  People sit and drink outside.  Nice day. S omeone asks if I can take a picture for them.  Their group gets in position. Expensive camera. Two cameras. I try.  The camera focuses  on something behind me  and now where  I want it to focus. Man leaves, he will find  someone to fix this. I must guard the cameras. I wait. I wander. My mind wanders.  I return from wandering.  A man lies on the floor, knocked out.  The cameras  have been stolen.  Girls in pink uniforms are performing near us, dancing and parading  with pom-poms as if nothing happened. Girl. Bus. Too young. In love. I spent time with her and her friends in a small room on the  first floor.  They all learned how to use  computer mice there.  I remember now.  We empty the room of kibble.  Outside,  we take the kibble.  The garbage  dump is behind a  concrete wall  with barbed wire lining the top side. Temporary garbage dump. It's floor is stained glass. We lay it down softly. She writes her name  and details on a card.  I search,  I cannot find  the card any longer.  I cannot find it nor can I remember her name. Mary or something. Fuck.
17: Cathedral (Keyword: Future): Small  study.  A room  up high  in  an old  building.  A cathedral,  repurposed perhaps? We sit at a Victorian desk,  not properly maintained. Her and I. Doing research into  something unknown.  We are  faring well.  There's  two  distinct topics,  both illegible to me.  I go down a long  and winding wooden staircase that makes more  noise than it should.  I need to  urinate.  Sitting down  on a large wooden bench with many old pillows.  The urinal.  I urinate all over. The pillows soak up most of it.  This is okay. I listen carefully for the staircase to make noise in case she comes down too. The urine starts to run down the side of the bench into a hallway. It's fine.  An old man with a pony tail is walking around. I finish up an hurry, I want to leave. I walk off to the right. The man says; "do not let him escape".  I zip up my pants,  and thank him.  I walk. The old man  mentions to  me that  I should  put my phone  in my pocket in a proper manner. I  fix the phone-case and  do as I am told. Open hall. Large open space with Gothic decoration. Old stone but new.  As if a new hall as built inside an old building.  Large flags  and banners  hang from  the ceiling  and the walls. Future.  Vast holographic  displays.  I see  her.  She's standing  near a  man. "Because of an event", I say. Opening something electronic. I join her, we dump something along the way.  I am having a  hard time  because,  'they all look so familiar and  nice'. I am having  doubts about  what  we're about  to do  here.
18: Psychobicilin (Keyword: Mice): A parched  frog is  sitting on top of a microwave.  I bring him a small,  white plate with a  shallow layer  of water in it.  He sits in  the water and drinks. Strange party. A long hallway,  lines with mirrors on both sides. Opposing each other creating an infinity effect. It's a runway and a stage. We're introduced. We're performing tonight. Lights dim and go to black, the stage light turns on. A woman  introduces herself  and cracks some jokes,  then introduces the group. Applause.  A second woman appears out of  thing air from behind the first.  She talks some more. Fade to black. The curtains open, we enter the hall of mirrors. I remark the hallway is fairly empty, not much of an audience. The mirrors make the room larger, and seem far emptier than it is.  Continue walking. Few people are actually here.  The audience is small. A song is sang. There is a fountain, encapsulated  in  metal  bars.  We sit.  Someone  is  chained  to the  fountain involuntarily. The fountain spews lava, but a fresh and cool lava.  Water like. First the lava appears like a liquid plastic, later is becomes more like water. A blue  van arrives.  Three men  in jumpsuits.  They've come to put some device near the fountain. This is routine.  All must have this done.  I complain about needing to lug that heavy device over to the fountain.  It's triangular shaped, rounded in some places.  Oddly colored. Green,  white, purple.  And heavy.  The lady,  the same who  introduced  us on stage,  tells the  men that it won't be needed here.The delivery man says he must,  if he doesn't, all will get sick. He starts to foam at the mouth.  The lady tells him to quit acting, we haven't had the triangle done for three weeks now.  They get in the van,  we try to  attack them. The van drives backwards, then stops. Somewhere. A figure with many scars and blade-like  hands appears.  It's heading for us,  but once the men from the van get out it heads for them. The driver is running towards us,  passes us and keeps going.  He peels of the skin  on his had that came loose.  The blades hit him.  We run.  Double doors at dusk.  Figures pour out of the door,  small  but strong. We fight them off. One get slammed into the ground, cracking his skull. We must leave. Another set of double doors, we listen closely. No sounds. As we enter we see a brand  new car and plenty of supplies.  We stay here,  all doors are locked.  There's a little panic from the shadows that are cast on the walls by our flashlights. We calm down.  Door. Enter. Dressed in nurse gowns, we walk through a hospital. We find a room to hide and start locking all the doors. One door is open,  I go to lock it but a man appears near the window.  Hide.  He is holding his helmet in his left hand while locking his motorcycle. He enters the building,  puts his stuff down  and exits.  He is taking  a shower.  I lock the shower door. The lock is sluggish, it's difficult to turn.  The alarm goes off. We start to rush back to the door we came in. After some wrong turns we find it. Exit. Mice.  I am a mouse.  We are mice now.  Psychobicilin project.  We find red and white and blue powders.  Sometimes mixed with orange ones. We eat them, and eat more.  A blue pulse emerges.  The pulse kills all in its wake.  My mouse dies. Open eyes. Sitting at a desk. Wood, used wooden desk. A workbench. A man enters and asks  how shadows  work here. How  can shadows exist when everything is two dimensional?  I show him some objects that  are three dimensional.  The tea pot for example. Upon lifting the teapot I notice it's a fake.  It's too light.  It looks like porcelain but feels like cheap plastic. He concurs. A mug of beer is lying flat on the desk. It is 2-D. I pick it up. It is as if a cardboard cutout came to life. It looks and feels real, but is two dimensional.  So it the towel that was beneath it. The towel is hard, solid. Made of cloth visually. It looks like cloth and  feels like cloth,  yet hard like a  sheet of metal.  I wake up. 
19: Belly (Keyword: Failure): Store. Filled with plenty of beings.  One has a sleeveless shirt. Red. His arms are sweating,  the rest  of his body is  not.  An employee  is  deconstructing everything. The desk, the detection gates, the cashier register. They appear to be closing. "This man just bought some tea!"  The register is being remade. One man tries to leave the store,  however the alarm keeps  going off when he tries to leave.  It's a  tag in  his jacket.  It  is  removed but  that  alarm  rings regardless. Another tag is removed.  This continues for ever. Groceries. Packed in three thin,  white,  plastic bags.  The bag with bread  I can hardly  close. Traffic light, I stopped here. I put the bags on the floor.  An Asian man steps on the bread.  "Oops",  he says smiling.  I tell him, if I were him I'd get the fuck away from here.  He mockingly  repeats after me,  then runs.  Crossing the street now.  Into a large alley.  The buildings all lean forward,  blocking the sky.  It's dark and gloomy,  lacking any natural light.  Old,  wavy cobblestone streets. People are out for my groceries,  sometimes reaching out to grab them. But never committing.  One,  wearing a cream  white winter coat,  keeps trying. Tell him to leave. I am tying my shoes. I leave the grocery bags resting on the floor.  When I look up I see a large man,  wearing a blue hoodie over top of an overly large grey shirt.  The bottom of his belly,  hangs well below his crotch and protrudes from underneath the shirt. He passes by. The one who kept trying, tries once more.  Failure. Shopping mall,  large hall.  He tries again. Putting down the groceries.  I take a swing at him and wail on. He fell down, I put him in a proper  recovery position.  He vomits thick orange liquids,  as if carrot juice and orange  juice mixed with cornstarch. Leave.  Through the window I see him rise again,  borrowing a  knife from a bystander.  I pass around  a corner, draw a bread-knife from my plastic bags.  We face each other.  I grab his knife with my bare hands, cutting myself and disarming him. Cut him once. Yell at him to leave. He doesn't. I cut his throat, no blood but death is there. He smiles.
20: Zafho (Keyword: Popkill): Construction site.  A sharp pain in my right ear. A loud noise in my right ear. After inserting my fingertips into my ear I pull out a small pluck of feathers. The intensity of the pain and  the noise changes depending on how many feathers I pull out.  Moving them  alters this  too.  I need to visit a doctor,  request leave  from the construction site.  Exiting the building site,  I meet a woman. Pencil skirt and briefcase. She's a doctor, I ask her about my ear. She takes a look at it. "You'll have to make an appointment", she says. She proceeds to ask me where I eat, and what music I listen to. A specific place is pointed to on a map, it's Greece but now to the north of Scandinavia. The music that pleases me is that which  loops  easily and  continuously.  An example  of a  song  plays, however it does not fit those criteria. She tells me, that she is not surprised her friend does not get any help in her store if she refuses to let people play the  music they,  themselves, listen to.  People don't want to hear your music. Roller skating. Large, long and straight road.  All asphalt.  A man driving his pickup reverses in a hazardous manner. It's a busy road. We pass him, he shakes his head at us in disagreement.  We at him.  I slam my fist  on the hood of the car and proceed to call him an idiot. He leaves.  Roller skating.  Small, windy road.  All gravel and pebbles.  My hands have  dirt on them.  Raindrops.  Asked whether or  not I  will ever  wear  that  poncho.  I proceed  to  seek  shelter underneath a tree, made up of elephant leaves. My dog is there hiding, a cow is mooing in  the distance.  I fumble as I try to lift  the poncho  over my  head. Swimming in a wide and dark canal. I see people see me from a bridge.  I am me, swimming.  And I am them,  looking.  Swimming past four tourist canoes that are peddling  perpendicular to each other.  Passing  a bend in the canal  the water gets more and more shallow.  Concrete underneath the water,  the water recedes slowly.  Sliding down the wet concrete as if surfing on my feet alone. I wake up once I reach the traffic lights. Boat tour. Hovercraft boat, but not. Large waves, natural but not expected. The doors on the  ship are  poorly designed,  the slide  open  when the  boat tilts. Holding them shut  manually to  shelter the kids and myself inside the boat.  We return to the docks once the waves are gone. We've been here too long. Low fuel. Villa. We bought it at an auction for 200.000,  it's cheap. It's frankensteined together, different bricks and windows and building styles all mix to make this odd looking building.  The front door is lacking a door handle, no lock either. They didn't fit.  The inside is no different.  Stairs wind and  twist and reach dead ends or  doorways too small even for cats.  The staircases are twisted and mirrored  and are  confusing to navigate.  Someone lost something in the house, that someone is panicking.  For everything is hard to find here.  I grab money, there is a ferry I need to catch. Exit, rushing, the ferry soon leaves. England. At a store,  a friendly man with bewildered hair sells books. I preview one, he recommends it.  I purchase it.  Unpacking it in the hotel,  I discover a puzzle inside. In between the lines. It makes little sense. Zafho made it. Slicing the spine open, I find paper and diagrams and tools.  Old and new, clean and fresh, and muddy and  nearly disintegrated.  I require assistance with this.  The book and all that came with it,  I leave at  the hotel room.  It's mine  for another week. I promised her. She needed to work, so I'd wait a week. Walking through a meadow now.  The meadow is d ivided into plots by means of  wooden fences.  All plots have artwork inside of them. Statues and odd idols. I skip over the fence and jump from plot to plot. Villa.  The puzzle, left behind in England, somehow calls to me. I must head back to it. Something else happened. I cannot remember.
21: Aaron (Keyword: Pantheon): Amphitheatre. Centered on the stage is a church.  Looking to my left, there's a pantheon on top of a hill.  There used to be a forest there. The hill is filled with square,  white  houses.  All have square,  black windows.  They seem to be painted on,  as if the houses are a solid and not meant to be lived in. They're covered in chalk  powder in order to  keep them white.  A remnant of old,  I am told. Rebuilt recently. I attempt to read the Latin written on the pillars that line the church. However, it's all just gibberish. The woman sitting besides me asks me where Aaron is. She doesn't see him fill one of the slots on the screen I somehow ask him where he is.  She says that if he responds we we will pass by his house. If he dies not,  we're not welcome and would come at the wrong time. I say;  "or at the  right time."  She  asks me  what  I would  accomplish  with something like that. I bury a salad of various green with my bare hands, in the sand. Once spread out nicely, I start to cover the salad and the sand with warm shrimp. I mix it properly. In the background there is a man threatening a woman. He'll break her legs.  She is calm.  This has happened many times, she knows he won't do anything. They leave together on old and rusted bicycles,  she asks if they'll  go to  her place  or his.  There's never  an answer  to the  question. 
22: 3&5 (Keyword: Cardboard): Pitch black night.  Does not seem to bother anyone.  Filling a fold-able bucket with water from a faucet,  something to keep with me on a long trip.  Hope I do not meet a bear, I think to myself. Eating some noodle looking substance from a cardboard box.  A plain cardboard box,  the food is wet and warm yet the box is dry and cold. I wonder what food is most nutritious and end up with an image of mixed meat  pressed  into cake form.  A little  rain falls  on the  windowsill. Noises.  The creaking of a small gate.  I pop my head  out of an opening in the angled roof I am standing under. There is a silhouette near the gate, I retract my head.  Automatically some  lights  turn on,  a motion  sensor was  set  off. Waiting patiently  I catch a  glimpse of a dog.  Three dogs,  no, five dogs.  A woman yells in an upbeat manner; "family is here!" The dogs run towards my dog, they  play.  They already  know each  ther.  I walk  over to  greet the  woman. 
23: 30-2-30 (Keyword: Insignia): A shower and bath combo.  We're taking a shower together.  We wash  each other. Someone sits besides the show to observe. He remarks, that it takes me at least the double of  20 minutes to get clean.  My partner silently agrees.  "It's for the competition",  he says. I mention that it has been like that since 2007. We say, in unison,  that's it been  that way  for  far longer.  Nobody  remembers. Two seemingly malnourished and sick dogs are fighting for a rubber chicken. The sounds they are making awakens disgust in me. It's all taking place in front of a dirty  trailer in  what seems  to be  an  abandoned  and empty  trailer park. Trump. He is going to take millions from the lodges. He'll just ask them to pay up, and they'll pay. A rubbing fingers money gesture is made.  I ask if all are evil.  He admits that it's not all,  but most.  Hands are met in understanding. In a car. Driving into a tunnel.  The Cerebro logo is visible up in the sky. As if projected from orbit.  It's an eye,  similar to the CBS logo.  Ever watchful and  watching us all. Some man confronting Nazis in large groups,  standing in underground squares.  He would always double down.  He wrote question marks  on their shoes.  The movement  carries  the name  of the  number that is  the most common shoe size in the United States.  The narrator wonders why he didn't call it 30-2-30-size, or 30-2-30-gummy. That's what the tongue is called in America. Four girls. All invisible to the naked eye. They look identical to one-another. All in pink  skirts and all with large,  square framed  glasses on their noses. Wearing long winter coats of various colors. They're at a glass fence (or maybe an invisible fence made of energy), they're trying to get past it. The boys see this, he says that he thought he made them understandable. He rushes for one of the girls in an  attempt to drag her down.  He stumbles and sinks into the mud. The girl adjacent to him is now neck deep in mud,  as is he. They rise from the mud, their coats are covered in brown muck. The boy drags down one of the girls. Empty warehouse.  We want out.  I am thrown out of a door, onto the water, by a burly man. Walking on the water I tell them to wait, I'll be back soon. A boat, I run to  it and board it.  The keys  are in my hand,  but I need but press the start button. Sailing the boat back to the warehouse, I am good at steering the boat.  At arrival  they all board.  The older woman has trouble boarding as the ship is wobbling. The front of the ship has a  long and thin piece of wood that protrudes.  A groove runs from the bottom to the  top of this piece of wood. It retracts into  three pieces  when colliding with a wall, so we don't get stuck. Someone, who is not there, says that it is nice and all. But he doesn't see how this helps  us to  light a  fire. As I look down I see that the bow is of wood, and is  line with beautiful  carved  decorations.  We depart,  I inquire if all have boarded. The golden dog is there too.  I want to leave now, so that we can dock somewhere  where we  can get bread in the morning. Neon advertisements are everywhere, when I touch them the ship moves to strange places. The ship, there is an interface in the hull,  it is to decorate the inside.  Lamps? Insignia's?
24: Ponicare (Keyword: Transmissions): The vacuum cleaner reaches underneath the door. I open the door and say; "Hello good sir",  in a sort of slurred  manner.  He  dislikes it.  "There  are people asleep",  he says. Vacuums room. He confronts me about something he found while driving his truck.  It's small.  A virus,  but in a physical form. You can just hold it  between your fingers.  I tell him that it isn't mine.  "Fine, and also homegrown",  I hear.  "Bullshit",  he replies. Some kids found it on  a website when they were  looking  for something else  and accidentally  purchased  that. School. Rachel understands my style. She sees that I am just an amalgamation of various concepts thrown together. In a desperate attempt to form some semblance of a  character.  We ride our bikes into the city,  I run behind  a small table with wheels underneath. They catch up with me. I cannot catch up with them. She is missing.  We are standing in a forest,  we are wearing fishing overalls. The forest is cold.  Shivers are visible on us both.  The one  Point-care  bivouac. He confirms.  He listened in on all transmissions and  thinks it is Point-care. On  20-04-2039  paint  face  black  with  ink  from  fish,  or  with  charcoal. 
25: Щипец (Keyword: Wipyets): Island.  My brother and I.  People walk like water here. I float behind him, he veers right for some window shopping,  I pass him by. Walking down some stairs, no,  up some stairs.  A lady approaches with a note in her hand,  she speaks my name and asks if I am he.  I am.  She smirks.  I don't understand how she knew. My mother called,  she was  worried we weren't prepared  for the  survival on a cold and harsh life on this island.  The lady says that,  now that she has seen us,  she is very happy we're so well prepared.  We look around to purchase. The lady escorts  my brother  downstairs,  they meet up with his wife?  His spouse? His girlfriend?  I nod and  walk past.  More stairs,  ever downwards.  A tunnel system, maintenance.  Down one of the tunnels  I find a class in session,  they are being taught mathematics.  I leave.   Two more tunnels at an  intersection, I decide not  to go down them and  instead exit the tunnels  the way I came in. Bakery. We purchase donuts. A fat woman, rude,  I tell her to behave. She warns me to be careful with my words. The dog keeping her company is sweet. We leave, the folding map guiding us.  We are led down the wrong path. The folding map, I see a series of islands connected by bridges. As I look up, we have arrive on a wooden scaffolding hovering over the rapid waters.  A wooden  waterwheel spins. There is no road leading back to dry land.  He crosses and is swept away by the currents. I  make it to land, all dry. Time is precious now, hypothermia awaits him. We cross a bridge,  it is littered with handbags, pouches and purses.  Two of them contain  the contents of family members.  On a phone I  attempt to find the phone number  of he who lost it,  all  I find is a picture of  a disfigured face. I recognize the man, it frightens me. A local lady comes close, I ask her if  she  notified  the  authorities.  She says;  "No,  it  happened  recently". Outside.  Patch of grass on a road. We're all standing in a circle, one guy can throw two stones at the same time,  make them hit each other  and then hit you. We all  wish to  learn.  A reversing  car comes  close.  Young and  skinny  and seemingly beat up.  Aggressive, calms his demeanor as he approaches. He pulls a massive  black handgun.  Threatens some,  before he  proceeds to  shoot  at me. I run,  he misses all the rounds his gun holds.  He cannot run.  Easily putting distances between  the two  of us,  he reloads a repeater  carbine.  "You can't shoot", I tell him. He wants me to say sorry, I tell him;  "I'm sorry you can't shoot". Jump over low hedge. Van, it's mine, I enter and drive off. I pass him, he is walking  the curb as I see him.  Heading to a house,  the gate open as my car approaches,  the front door  opens with  the press of a button  of the  car keys. A familiar face.  The emergency shelter is in the back,  we head there. I put my dog inside, I waste no time.  The familiar face is collecting essentials for long term survival. Hurry, he hurries not. The young man appears, the front door was open after all. I disappear in the hole with my dog, the familiar face stays up there. The young man will track me down later, he is confident. I exit somewhere else in the house, the tunnels span the entire complex. At the exit I meet the young man, but it's not him, but it is him. It is him, I tell him that he himself is in the house,  however the version  of him in the  house does not believe in God.  We go looking for him together. He heads for the unbeliever, I enter the kitchen.  A small  windows I crawl through.  The door  to the kitchen doesn't close, vertical pipes are in between the door and the wall. Through the window, a large cooking plate,  I throw oil on it and it begins to fry. They're in the room opposite to me fighting,  I see them through a window.  Throw soda-bombs. Jump through the window. The believer already made sure too take care of the unbeliever.  We celebrate our victory.  'Wipyets' is the word that appears. Upstairs.  Downstairs I walk.  A familiar man. A woman contemplating her nails. She has one curl  of blonde hair,  the rest  is brown.  She changed  it because someone asked her,  from blonde to brown,  but this made  her skin darker.  She changed it back to blonde.  Door opens.  Donuts on the table,  police woman and someone  unfamiliar conversing  with each other.  This is about a wrongful kind of  translation.  The  incorrect  translation  mentioned  something  about  me.
26: Sourbelt (Keyword: Repulsive): Fat kid. Chubby, brown skinned, dirty and filthy.  Repulsive.  He had been busy chewing on sour belts like there was no tomorrow. She made him fill out a form, she made him show it to his mother. She had to sign it. Embarrassing. The woman who  made him fill out  the form showed him,  that chewing  that candy  is what caused his lisp. She told him that's what made him fat.  That's why his dog was fat.  His lisp would go away if he stopped eating them. Her dog was confined to a small closet with a translucent plastic door. He waited for all to leave. She was cooking,  she left a large  carrot inside a vice on her workbench.  The dog managed to  reach it and eat it when they weren't watching him.  She was angry.
27: Strings (Keyword: Poncho): Oil and eggs. A putrid mixture. The eggs are nearly burnt from the outside, yet fresh and squishy inside.  We poor the oil over the eggs onto our plates. The oil is watery.  My father is searching for the meaning of a word.  We know that the meaning was written on the box.  "Onwenig"  He looks it up on social media. We ask  him why  he looks there  for an answer.  He responds;  "because my soda isn't finished".  Now he proceeds to look for it elsewhere. We mock him,  as if he is a little child,  for not being  capable of  finding it  in a  dictionary. Driving on an elevated road.  At an intersection a familiar face  in a  red car slams the breaks, across the road from us.  He turn to his left, our right.  We cross the intersection.  A road with another road  running underneath it, I ask where that road goes.  It does not matter,  because all these roads  lead us to the same place.  We are looking for a place where  they can tell us the meaning of the word "Onwenig". A gas station. I get angry,  it's a Russian gas station, the same one  we were at when we moved here.  They did not even know basic math so how could they tell us  the meaning of this word?  My father is annoyed that he made such a mistake,  I appear to be angry at him for it.  We turn around in the car right in front of the station. Back home,  upstairs. I head downstairs. He is sleeping on the couch  and wakes upon my entry.  I head to the toilet and take two blankets with me.  I come back from  the toilet  without blankets.  My roof is leaking,  I  explain.  The little  window is tilted and leaks,  maggots slowly drip down with the water,  into the room.  We enter another room,  there too it leaks.  He says it's only a little, "at home it doesn't leak anymore". I lift the covers from the bed,  the water has soaked the entire left side of the bed.  The right side appears untouched.  A little girl is making the bed.  "The front needs to pas over and sit behind the half",  I tell her.  She knows this. Rainy forest.  Wearing a poncho.  Something could be out there, it's dark after all, I feel like I am an easy target whilst wearing this. I see myself running. Traffic jam.  Whole family,  parents  in front,  my brother  and I in the back. There are enormous creatures outside,  ant-like creatures.  We remain quiet, as long as you're quiet you're fine.  Someone honks his horn. The ant to our right easily folds a car close to him in two. Near our car, his face is cubist, sharp angled lines and blue empty eyes. Dark eyes.  He slices off the back of our car in one clean swipe, we drive off. My brother wakes, he is informed that part of his butt  cheeks might be gone  after what happened.  Mine are  sliced too,  it burns.  We drive to an ocean of sorts, we enter the waters there. It's nice and cool and soothing to the burn. There's a menu  to choose from, you can have sex with anything here.  From animals  to children,  to adults,  and everything  in between. A little girl is  voluntarily raped by an elderly woman and a plethora of ancient men.  They're all wired up. They are constantly moving various wires and tubes out of their way,  they're connected to their bodies.  We choose some sea creatures. Almost night, darkness falls. More people are in the waters, yet they appear as shadows of themselves.  We find our creature,  before I climax I pull down my pants in order not to soil them. Someone in the water speaks to me. Large house, villa perhaps.  Everything is cramped, there's boxes everywhere. I am cleaning. She isn't.  She just watches. I decide to quit, I asks her why the tasks are not  equally divided.  I tell her she has no brain.  Move to  another room in anger, passing by a  young man sitting quietly on a chair in the middle of a room.  Next room,  a bus full of tourist passes.  I return to the previous room as I need to eat. The boy asks if she has no brain at all. We sit alone in a large dining room as guests arrive in another room,  I hear them.  Staring up at the ceiling  I notice the imagery,  the imagery of a book,  it moves  like a film if I roll around  in my desk chair  whilst looking upward. Tourist enters, a woman tells him not to go in there.  This prompts me to leave.  Crowded,  all tourists,  I try to climb  the staircase but I am being pushed and moved by the crowd.  They lock me outside on a roof,  I don't mind much.  They allow me back inside,  they need help.  They're baking a  chocolate cake  but aren't doing so well.  I aid them.  They used  raw grain instead of flour and used a vegetable. 
28: Low S (Keyword: MajorityVote): Hiking. Two very familiar faces.  She asked me to come,  I think. She wanted me there. We're walking along train tracks, with power lines overhead.  I can hear the  electricity.  A  little  dog is  there too,  not mine.  It's  a fulfilling experience, I feel whole. At one point, in order to not bump into each other, I put my  hands on her hips.  But barely.  Later on she guides  my hands onto her hips herself, smiling. She asked me here for a reason. I don't mind it. We pass underneath a bridge. Large and robust, c oncrete all dark and worn, but warm in a sense.  The dog  is hyperactive,  I warn them not to engage and  just let him drain  his battery.  The  dog lies down  on the side of the road,  smoke trails leaving his body.  He's cooling down.  It appears  as if he was shot,  with the smoke coming  from his body.  We cross  the road, on the  left side  there is a series of man made creeks. They're all running in small, brick canals. "This is a  'Low S'  area".  The dog can  cool  down here in the water,  and so  can we. A group inside a community kitchen.  My girlfriend is in charge of the kitchen. She refers to me as "her jock boyfriend", over and over again. Almost as if she wants to live in that illusion but has to tell it to herself and everyone else in order  to believe it.  She looks  at any  other girl  with  jealousy,  as if guarding her property from prying eyes.  She lectures all on how to cook,  some guy does not like it.  He says  that she has no proper etiquette.  She does not appreciate the  conversation.  The guy holds a towel over the fire,  twice,  by accident. Not a good look for him. I confront her and her behaviour, I tell her running a democracy will be difficult. She says she will get used to it.  I ask her if she will support a majority vote, however small it may be. She says yes, but dodges  the part  about a  small majority.  She never  answers  truthfully. 
29: Bear (Keyword: Victorian): Empty room.  My father is there,  he sits on an old Victorian chair.  My dog is there too. I can hear it coming from somewhere, I worry about where it is. "No, here it is",  I say.  "It's looking for paste".  I head to the nearest bathroom and lock  my dog and myself  inside.  My father says,  that the noise I made by closing the door, has attracted it. He will go upstairs and hide there, after I ask if he wants to join the dog and myself. I hear his footsteps and the stairs creaking underneath him. A brown bear enters the room. I notice, only now, that there is an opening above the wall I am hiding behind. No longer do I feel safe. The bear is looking for something. He's rummaging in the kitchen.  He heads for the shower and  falls straight through the glass shower wall.  He is hurt,  the glass on  the floor is  red.  The floor is red.  His fur is red.  An image of a rotary phone comes to mind.  He wants to call for help.  He is a she,  her cubs are there too.  They slide and  play in the  glass,  they too  are hurting now. Hurting and killing themselves.  She wants to save them,  shelter them from the danger they're in.  She dies,  collapsed against the kitchen sink. The cubs are playing and  wounding  themselves more  and more,  the blood  is not so subtle. Crossroad.  I am riding a bicycle.  We halt,  a convoy of  military vehicles is passing  in front  of us.  Someone reads us the rules,  those that dictate when we're allowed  to cross the road.  When they have passed,  I cross the road.  I need to  cycle up some hills,  and  some stairs.  8 minutes,  that's how long I have.  A woman sings, it's mesmerizing.  I've never heard singing so beautiful. She wears a plain white t-shirt.  At one point, the pitch of her voice changes, it goes  down mechanically.  Someone found  the high pitched tones annoying and tuned it down.  It changes back to it's original tone.  Steep stairs.  Only the bottom two  stairs are left,  I already  crossed the others.  The singing woman sings,  that I  will one day wear her shirt  but will  have obtained it through someones else.  It will feel  as fresh  as if it  has never  been worn  before. 
30: Stella (Keyword: Midgets): Tall man.  Fucking two  midgets,  he holds them  suspended in the air.  They're missing a part  of their  butt cheeks, the  doctors were  looking  for secrets. Someone  outside.  He has a  heavy pistol,  he will  shoot anyone  who wants to create independence.  That's why  you close the  curtains and pull a  paper bag over your head.  I ask if she can see the yellow sign. She can't read that.  My rabbit fights another rabbit. I spray the two with nasal spray.  Now the rabbit is  after  me.  I  must  not  create  dependency.  It will  only hurt us  both. Shopping cart. I haul my groceries in the cart along a street. I see two men on two separate motorbikes,  a robbery is imminent.  A man asks,  why I do not put the groceries in my bag.  I tell him it's none of his business.  Someone yells; "ROBBERY!", and the man stops following me  to attend to the robbery.  Food is scarce.  I enter a basement,  but I halt on the staircase  for the moment.  I'm waiting for someone to leave.  When he has left the room,  I enter. I offer the two guys  downstairs a  bag of  potato chips.  The tea that I brought is not to their liking.  We head outside.  Everyone is  laying on  a large  bonfire,  all stacked up on top of each other.  They'll be burned. I run back inside.  Stella Maris asks if I have always been this odd.  I hide from her, I go somewhere and know  that I  need to go to  that exact  place.  Upstairs,  old house,  winding staircase, all wood. There sits someone, awaiting for the chosen one to arrive. A  White witch.  She hands  me a magical wand.  Stella Maris  enters  the room. I hide  the wand from her.  It  will let me  escape  from the imminent burning. 
31: Scissors (Keyword: Pine): Scissors.  Someone is cutting  a picture into  shapes.  They need a part of the picture to cover  up recognizable  features of my face.  It's a black and white picture of a pine  forest. All they need is a small area to cover the eyes, the nose and the mouth.  The cutout doesn't matter much,  they don't have a picture of my face to  cover anyways.  It just needs  to roughly  fit any  face really. Dog. His legs are stumps, as if they have been cut off.  There's fur growing on the stumps.  Small fish-bones  protrude the stumps.  He leaves a small trail of blood when he moves.  The fish-bones cause the bleeding.  He's eating a bone of sorts.  It's hard to tell what he is eating.  A man is rapping his newest song.
32: Carp (Keyword: TwentySomething): High hat.  One eye open.  Close umbrella  pointing to the left,  handle curving downwards on  the  right.  Arm without  an elbow,  left hand pointing 4 fingers left,  thumb  folded  in  the   palm.  Chain  link  fence.  Bow-tie.  Remember. Homeless.  A friend joins me.  We walk empty streets at night.  There's a lady, drunk, we take  her to a construction site  and leave her  there. The  next day she's gone.  We must have dumped her in the water somewhere. Walk around alone. Open up a hollow compartment of a tree stump,  the lock is made of 2 cubes that have to be twisted clockwise.  Beau is on the phone. Another friend has come to the city to investigate a disappearance.  I see him and walk up to him.  I tell him of the drunk lady,  I remember her because I slept nearby. I tell him, as I walk  with him,  that I offered to  repair her  laptop at  half the  price they charge.  We walk next to waters with carp in them,  the water rises. I tell him I could help  him more  if I had my phone.  I  lost it.  We walk  past numerous abandoned buildings until we reach the one where she lay.  I show him. We enter the building. We leave the building. It's poorly constructed and might collapse Now we're in a bit of forest. A big burly man with brass knuckles made of wood. He wants us, we look like tasty boys.  Pedophile. We run,  he's slow, my friend is slow, I'm not.  I throw pebbles to the burly man to slow him down. He tires. We enter the city, he still pursues. The police catch wind of  it.  They try to stop us? Horse, a large number of police being rocked by the masses. The police are flung into the air and down unto the ground.  "New shooting League" appears project in  the sky on  a .22 sports rifle  in neon lettering. 20 bullets left. Woman.  On a roof as she  attaches a camera to  a plate and  sets the  building orientation  to 70 degrees.  She's unsure if that's correct.  She enters on ice skates.  Long winding corridors.  It's a  hallway leading to a room  where pigs fight dogs.  I walk in there to look for her.  I brought a dog too, not my dog. We meet a pig at the door,  black coarse haired. My dog is friendly, the pig is not.  They're okay now.  I see a floor plan with the routes from 2016 and 2017. The road to the door used to be twisted,  now it's a  straight and simple path.
33: Silicon (Keyword: Mosquito): Mountains. Covered with a thick layer of snow and ice.  She wants her grey polo shirt with long sleeves repaired.  We find 'Pavel' or 'Pawel'  who own a repair shop here. Nobody inside. We see him outside and go ask him. Barefoot. The cold almost hurts my feet.  I greet him and explain the problem.  He asks if it must be seamless,  I explain that it's not expected.  He tries to put his hands down the back of my pants.  I reject such advanced,  his hands are  coarse to touch. It's sunny now, the warmth here is amazing.  Soothing.  Pawel welcome us to the observatory.  It's for radio communications.  You can look down upon the valley here. It's entirely covered in snow, the observatory is build on stilts as tall as trees. Every stilt appears to be an entire tree trunk.  A gigantic complex. She  tells me  to come  and take  a look  around the communications  building. Christian kid.  in nomine Patris, et Filii,  et Spiritus Sancti, Amen. I try to find the next classroom and  proceed to ask someone standing  near an elevator. It's  4 floors up a winding staircase and they  don't feel like walking.  I do. The stairs  get filthier and more rusty the further I ascend.  Once at the top, I remark to her that  this would a perfect place for the homeless.  She agrees. We walk around a little, it looks nothing like a school anymore.  It's an empty dilapidated industrial complex, there's a train station with a translucent roof here.  In another room,  a circular room,  the dome shaped  roof is damaged and let's sunlight  through.  Apple trees  grow here  on a  large circular patch of grass;  "only a small vegetable patch is missing to vary  the diet", I say.  We find the  classroom.  Field trip or something  similar with a  bunch of  people including my brother.  We're running to that same classroom but  there's no way we'll make it on time, it's too far.  One has a note, but I can't read it so he will scan it in his head for me. Silicon dolls swimming after us. Shaped in the form of old ladies,  they will fornicate if they catch up.  One guy gets caught, nasty fornication.  In class,  where I suddenly am,  the last doll lies next to me. Lifeless.  We sleep here. I wake up and hear someone think,  they feel it's odd that I haven't gotten rid of the doll yet.  Someone says that in the summer people wake up easier, but it's winter now.  He proceeds to wack someone with a plush dog, he doesn't wake up that easily.  We're all awake,  I am dressed in a Santa outfit whilst all other are dress in all shiny black. Snowballs are being thrown at  each other then only at me,  I shield myself with a pillow.  We race model cars. Mine can boost and jump, his has rockets. After racing I ask him if the lyrics to  the song he  sang aren't identical  to an already existing song, the words were just different.  He doesn't agree, but doesn't disagree. We look out the window, some are already dressed and out on the street. We get dressed. We meet  those we saw  outside on the stairwell.  They ridicule the teacher for wanting them to shower here, it costs money and the showers are filthy. Not for 130gp someone says.  I tell him that that money could  buy him a  girlfriend, a cheap one but still.  My brother;  "Yes,  but one with mosquito bites and all".	
34: Tata (Keyword: Jeux): Inside. With the rest of them.  They kiss each other goodbye outside.  When she enters I  warn the rest that the cute one outside is dangerous and will rip you to shreds when  given the chance.  Proceed to warn.  Girl in the room  does not like what I had to say,  the room sides with her.  One asks if he  should write down for me, what 'TATA' means.  Sure. She wants to take a new piece of paper, I tell him to just  write it on the cardboard in front of him.  As he begins  I realise I need  to leave,  the room does not like me.  'TATA';  is everyone who cries from Asthma I hear. I exit through the window  as the other judge me with their looks.  "Spiele et Jeux", projected on the snow, on an old crt in the sky above the door.  I rush through the door onto the snowy plains that hide behind the door. I believe I hear someone 'booooo-ing' me for not listening to the sob story in the room.  Flower beds with berries,  I gather them as  I move through them. Looking for a spot to pitch my tent, it must be a safe haven as I think I might wake  up from the cold.  Dragons fly  overhead in the distance.  A hollow tree trunk with a rotating obsidian cube on top.  The harder I try to  reach it the further  away it moves.  She says she made art that  others finally embrace and appreciate,  that did her  and her self  esteem a lot  of good.  Happiness. 
35: Tub (Keyword: Pillow): Grease. It's stuck to the bottom of a bathtub, brown residue. It's a large tub, lots of people.  I attempt to scrub the grease from the bottom with my feet,  a man says it's just rust. Only me and two others are left. They utter some words and jab a knife in my side,  it's stuck in my arm.  I am  slowly dying.  I kick them with  my feet in an attempt  to push them  away from me,  but it's futile. Dinner.  A table lined with chair on which children sit.  I sit at the head of the table but share the space with another.  One of them only  eats sandwiches with chocolate rain.  I ask why,  "because your head"  is his response.  I ask someone else.  "Your head",  is the response once more. We finish eating and do the dishes. Someone is outside the kitchen window conferring with the doctor as if I am some sort of sample case,  a monkey behind glass to be tested on. I can understand all she says.  Back inside.  We're leaving.  They take small  babies with them.  Two are left.  One is of white skin the other of a brown-grey skin. The white one is happy,  the grey one  appears unhappy.  The white  one because something  else,  we call  it donald duck.  Everyone is  at the door,  ready to leave. Donald duck says to the others to send his mother his regards. We remain. Laboratory. A girl is there with me. We must make noise to wake up the sleeper agents,  but keep everyone  else sleeping.  We move something heavy, this will signal those we trust and others will see it as 'just noise'. We ran out of the room into the ladies restroom. Hiding in a stall, the only stall.  Green walls. Closely pressed together,  I can feel her soft skin and the warmth of her body. Voices outside,  we listen  closely.  It's the agents, they're in front of the door to the restrooms. I jump behind the stall to hide.  They enter,  they don't find me. One eventually yell; "THE PILLOW, THE PILLOW, THE PILLOW" and proceeds to draw a gun and aim at the pillow.  I show myself from behind the pillow.  We all laugh.  Jump out of a window onto a flat roof.  I see a wide street,  roof, it's New York City. I find a small toy car covered in a bit of snow. Proceed to the entrance  of  the building  were  people  slowly  gather.  It's  a  school. Instinctively  I pull  my knife. The others try to stab me, I learned my lesson and stab them first.  Three I kill, nobody cares. As I am leaving, I can see an agent pulling out on his motorcycle.  I throw pebbles at him as a surprise,  he laughs. I see now, that he is missing his right leg. I remember that he lost it because it  got crushed  by  machinery.  I was  there  when  it  happened  too.
36: Saucer (Keyword: Cabin): Empty hall.  Stairs and elevators  crowd the space like innards.  A lecture is about to start.  I head  one way, the wrong way,  into another path.  Escalator going up, it's steep.  Some other sings a song, I know the lyrics all too well. Upstairs  I walk along a narrow  walkway with glass  fencing.  A man around the corner can  hear the  water flow.  I inform him it's  the rain pooring down the escalators.  Once at the lecture I pick a chair next to a transsexual. The seat I have I need to share  with another and the chocolates  in front of me need to be shared too.  A swamp with small islands,  we navigate it. We swim underwater to escape  the black  men.  They throw  spears a nd follow  when they  see you. Eventually we escape.  A rhinoceros  in an old ruin.  I find jewels  here as he charges at me.  My brother tells me not  to fight him.  I get hit, the rhino is not that tough.  He's a hoplite now  as we engage in combat.  My brother  and I fight him together.  He's called  away as his  package has  finally arrived,  I proceed alone.  Once defeated I eat mustard as  I am on the verge of death. The package is a wooden box with a strange mechanism of interlocking doors. Locked. Dishes. 1 300 dollars for sinister.  13 more for an upgraded towel.  Mother and father discussing  their son,  who has gotten fat  on a new diet as the  father rehearsed the interview. Questions.  The son doesn't want the interview, but it pays well.  They cry. Father  walks off past the sons room, as he  does the son mumbles;  "nazi".  The  son  leaves  the  room,  the room is  filled with  pink paraphernalia.  He enters another room  whilst followed by an obese witch,  the father and a horse with some other creatures trailing behind both. The witch is pushed through  the closed door.  The door is of a  marshmallow like substance. Cabin. We take care of a mentally deficient here. he gets her house cleaned and is fed pellets in a bucket, like some animal. She's peeing outside but needs to be inside. We try to lure her in, but she refuses.  I get into puddles of water to reach her and persuade her, I'm met with a bucket of piss thrown at my head. We walk along the river bank. I see a golden retriever collecting golf balls in the waters below. [I lost this part of the dream.] A quaint town. We enter. The gutter moves here  as if flowing like water.  We keep walking and pass a couple engaged in conversation.  We arrive at a little town square, just as the sun is setting.  It's draped  in an  orange light.  She is called back by whoever lags behind us.  I tell her this.  She  returns to  those who lag behind.  I linger. Hyperactive   chalice,   saucer  chalice  and  some  other   unnamed  chalices. 
37: Grater (Keyword: Hospital): Hospital.  Research lab,  maybe not in a hospital.  They need me  to pretend to have a physical handicap for some study.  My legs don't work.  The group I'm in consists of  non-fakers.  At some point someone  wants  to come with  me to the outside world.  He reasons I can go and eat anywhere with my handicap.  He will fake one too. He arrives and comes up next to me. His head is flattened and his mouth is horizontal, covering his entire scalp. Like a shoe with a mouth lining the top.  He spreads it wide  open with teeth  bordering the entire mouth and a large tongue sitting in the middle. Always open. I put a sandwich on the tongue and he  takes a moment,  then swallows  it whole. I do so a  second time.  Once outside he attaches himself to a shipping container that's about to be launched on the bridge. A bridge consisting of concrete slabs.  Once launched the bridge starts to give in  and the concrete slabs begin to move.  I tell him that if he continues  this behaviour he will end up with  real brain damage. Another slab caves in underneath him,  he drops down  attached to the container.  I watch as his neck  is bent a  little too far, he winches.  The container  moves on  with high velocity.  I watch his body get dragged  underneath the  container as  the container starts to barrel roll.  It's a cheese grater scenario. His head flies out first  then an arm and  the rest of his body  comes out as red grated mush.
38: Flight (Keyword: Stella): Waiting on a plane. We chat with the pilot as we do so. He says booking flights between five  and six will  never work,  only  ten days in advance.  I jest, he should come to France too, when he is parked with the plane she should just use the emergency hatch to exit. We board.  It's a plane for about twenty people. I take a seat  and turn on a 2d  radio.  All operated with my feet.  Eventually I ruin the radio and toss it over to the next aisle, it continues to play. A girl in the next  aisle has her own radio  and tosses mine back with her feet.  Dark red nail polish,  properly maintained nails and a tattoo on her toes. I fail to catch the radio. The pilot  informs all to shut up.  He says he will be driving a BMW that goes about 20.000 kilometers per second.  He asks if he wants John's last memories  to be the collision  with another agent on the runway.  The last thing he will hear is "BANG".  I anxiously await takeoff. I had too much coffee before the flight and want to ask  someone where I might find a bathroom stall. I broke up with her in an old wheat field.  I was looking for flowers that were done blooming.  I knew she  would cry a bit down the line.  Somehow we ended up talking about being stuck somewhere. I told her we would build an igloo and put two sticks  in the center of it in order to hold it all upright.  Stella Maris.
39: Styrofoam (Keyword: Television): A road. Humid but dry.  The water filling the potholes is inhabited by a number of  mosquitoes and  tadpoles.  I want to  pick up a frog but there are too many people around.  I await a moment of peace.  Rain starts  to fall  in abundance. After seeking  shelter under the  overhang of  a building,  I sit  down  eating peanuts. Most folk have gone inside now. I enter a room too, together with some others. The room. Whoever just left had the only key and coin. We try to escape by force.  Slamming a metal  chair into  various objects.  I'm  wearing facial protection for this, so are the others. Eventually we short-circuit the climate control system  and the television.  The television sent out  an alarm  when it broke.  A janitor opens a door inside the room. He is angry at us. I tell him it was me.  I proceed to jump around on the furniture like a monkey. He likes this and proceeds to ask me various questions. I hold a nail in my right hand whilst he is  holding a sheet of styrofoam.  I ask him where  he got that piece,  it's mine after all.  A teacher made it for me when  he asked  what I wanted for  my birthday.  She custom made it and even though it was crummy I liked it, because of the gesture. Some guys in a black jeep save us from the room. They came back for some remodeling.  Now it's a large and empty hall.  My mother approaches. I hide a bloody Coca-Cola can. She remarks that my rabbit cannot escape. From here I inform her he is already safely in his enclosure and she need not worry.
40: Famila (Keyword: Basement): He wants to give himself a cut in his head.  He has a method to do so, I advise him to  use a razor instead.  I hand him a bag,  the moment  he touches the one with the  strip it will no  longer be sterile.  It's a  razor but with a lot of extra parts.  He  awaits departure of the red truck.  He proceeds to hammer two brass  pins into the  temples  of his  own  head.  I exit the room  to urinate. Arrived at a gas station. Multiple people are dead, including a police officer. They all died by accidents,  some shot,  some shot themselves.  It was all made to look like an accident.  I'm investigating.  On the front lawn there is a man soaked in blood, my partner and I approach. The man crawls still, he gets angry and informs  us he was  shot in his crotch.  Another man leaves.  I pursue.  He turns left on a road, still running.  I turn left earlier to cut him off. We're separated by fences. Over the radio I can hear a lady inform my partner that he should give me the keys.  I'm gaining.  He descends down red metal stairs, I do so in the mud on the other side of the fence.  Basement.  "This is not the room where you  hide but where it ends",  I say.  He stands on a ledge as I approach from behind,  I push.  He falls into a  basin of fine  wood chipping  and cloth sheets. I start to cover him in this powder in order to kill him. As I stand on the ledge, I watch him suffocate.  His eyes wide with fear when he wakes up. My partner enters the room,  I once more jump into the basin in order to save him. I must do  as I am told  now that  I am  observed  and judged.  No foul  deeds. I am shown  a man wearing  a shirt  that spells  "La Familia".  I execute  him. Some guy across the street is  yelling to another Asian  man sitting behind the glass of a  tattoo parlor. " People are getting  more and more angry,  should I make an appointment?" He asks.  I eventually walk up to him and ask him to calm down. He put three staples in my right arm whilst saying; "Quiet? Quiet?" He is a  member of the family after all.  I pull out  a bunch of  post-it notes,  all labeled 'family',  from a shelf and ask him if it's 'this' family. He just sits and smirks. So does the Asian man. My friend loads his M16 underslung launcher. 
41: Linseed (Keyword: Violence): We have mice.  I go and see the six legged goat for advice.  He says you cannot do much about them except for spraying them.  I pet a baby goat and tell him he is cute.  On my way back home  there is plenty of gun  violence.  I discover my telekinetic powers and break some glass, earning me a sachet of linseed oil. At home I break  the news about the mice.  Everyone  needs to finish  dinner first, then  we'll talk about taking action  against the mice.  No food  on the table.
42: Uzi (Keyword: Gated): Gated community.  I am angry at a neighbour  for making unjustified noises.  We hung out the windows  when we were building in order to keep it quiet. We can't call the police,  what would the  neighbours think?  Can't exact revenge,  they have cameras.  "Always pushed around", I tell him, "and you never push back." I release my anger on a desk chair.  I hit slow and soft despite my best efforts. Man in suit. On the floor. Curled up, fetal position, no legs. "Nude", he says. Call 911. His phone rings.  I shoot him with an Uzi and his body dissolves into a white,  blistering mess.  Like aspirin dissolving in water.  I scream.  Asian woman on the floor. Call emergency. Uzi. She is nude and dissolving. Screams. I am on the floor.  Missing a  leg and  bone protrudes.  Call  911.  I  dissolve. Screams.  I see myself  looking at me from inside of a snow globe. I wake up to find I'm not  locked inside  a snow globe.  Double  check.  Actually  wake  up. 
43: Antlers (Keyword: Bang): Tilled soil. A field, no crops are sown yet. One man and two women. Another two men.  One of those two holds a fake revolver and  shoots one man and one woman. "BANG, BANG"; he says and they drop. It's all make believe. The remaining woman has to  strip down  to her underwear.  She dances almost naked.  The men aren't pleased,  she can't dance for they hold her at gunpoint.  She agrees. "We don't like it either, we can't look", one of the men says. They turn around. She hold up a set  of antlers  and when  they turn  back around she violently pushes the antlers in the  face of one of the men.  Blood spurts and colors  the soil red. She has  blinded him.  It  was  supposed to  be a  game  without  consequences.
44: Jew (Keyword: Wastewater): Jew. He sits at a comically large, green picnic table. Three men are engaged in conversation close to him, in private. Pigeons are feeding on a large supply of seeds, they surround him.  He holds 3  swords and  2 crosses which all  depict Jesus Christ  on the cross.  The first  sword depicts a  crown,  the  second  a triangle  facing  right  (towards the third sword),  the third sword  depicts a swan.  He is angry,  the others call  him a pedophile.  He is angry  despite it being public knowledge,  that he  is a known  pedophile.  Whoever  outed him  is called an  anti-semite.  The people slowly rally  to support the jew.  Madness. Someone's boat. I am angry at the owner.  I push the boat away from the dock in my pickup truck.  The clamps that hold the boat release.  I proceed to push the boat across land,  then into the water.  The water is filthy, black and full of waste.  I push the boat  towards  a dock.  A yellow cabin with Cyrillic writing lining the top,  surrounded by eastern European decorations.  I leave, but mark the coordinates of  the cabin.  I remember  my rabbit was at that cabin,  I put the burden  of  the boat  on him.  I dispose  of my  waste,  I put  it  in  the appropriate  container  in order to not further soil  the waste-filled  waters.
45: Shark (Keyword: Knock): Foreign town. Visiting various shops. In a small store. We purchase kibbeling, croquettes, baguettes,  all to be stored in the freezer.  We will have room for it.  She asks if I want to visit the store next door.  "No".  We walk and as we walk we are joined by more people.  More cars.  I guide my car by hand.  A semi open hall, plastic and translucent ceiling.  Around the corner.  I start asking various men there to have my car painted. They all tell me; "no".  Eventually I persist with one that talks.  "Not here",  he says. An English town, he thinks. "St. Ives?" My mother asks. An English town, but here. However, they zigzag too much.  They paint  too many stripes.  "They spend  their entire lives  in those cars", he says. Skateboarding race. A race that is a  gamble  with life itself. Slide.  A long one, in a Victorian castle.  Two corpses that didn't survive the fall.  Slide down again.  Netting.  7 people are stuck in the nets, except one. She's hysterical about her hands, as if she lost them yet they are still there. I calm her down,  when she is calm the  others emerge from the netting. Closed door. You must knock and ask to be let inside.  Let him in.  4 more are coming in the distance.  2 women and 2 men. The women get shot.  A police officer.  I whistle loudly. "Fuck", I say. Now they will come for us. We're hunted.  One of the seven women can  present herself  as the rotting  corpse of a  small shark. She does so, twice, and fools those around her both times. She smells of salt.
46: 8-36 (No Keyword Needed): Road.  Small and damaged.  A road you'd find  in an old and forgotten town.  We  ride on it.  The bag that lies in my lap is heavy.  I tell, whoever is in front of me, that it's for Christians only. We're going to a puddle. To fish. We pass a house and  then another.  The old man  explains the difference.  At the first house there was no snow but at the second there was. That's how fast it can go. We stop at a house to check the waters. We park.  The third person notifies the  house owner. What is parked near his house is expensive. A tool. Above 8 meters it becomes useless  and below  36 degrees  it will  freeze over.  Use  unknown. 
47: Fire (Keyword: Rape): Drugs.  Rape of a young woman.  Conscious and willing to resist but unable. Two more women show up and share the same fate.  Later two men. The men arrive with bodyguards who  watch the door as the men get drugged and raped.  They squabble with the guards.  One has lost his right foot, I saw no foot when he got out of his car.  We run to the shopping stand.  Medicine, goods, water, weapons, ammo, all the essentials.  I propose the  five of us work together for this game,  it allows teams of eight.  We'll compete in everything else as usual,  but we must play  this  as a  team.  If we don't,  we will  all  end up  dead in  the  end. Hospital.  Looking  for a room.  Eventually  a nurse asks  if she can  help me. Upstairs where there is no more equipment in the room.  Flight of stairs.  Some study room.  I hide around the corner  and listen in on their  conversation.  I enter when the man has left.  "I needed to come here", I say, "for my head". "A last sentence before you go down?",  he asks.  "That I don't die",  I tell him. "YOU'RE FACE EATING NOW!",  the assistant yells.  It's all about fire. Magazine with fire on the cover, movies about fire.  I have a trauma from a fire.  I say that I was a  fireman once.  People just  want a believable  disaster  and fire gives them that.  It's horrible and I shriek, in pain and horror.  Eventually I fall on the floor. I have a needle in my mouth, like a toothpick. It drops with an audible sound  when it  hits the floor.  I  calmly  try to  explain  things.
48: Elevator (Keyword: Chase): Elevator. Every floor is something else. I need a key to open the doors for the first time, from the outside only.  We just go, there is no time to lose.  They are chasing us.  All our stuff is left behind.  On floor 30,  I propose that we just go back down when we reach the top in order to mislead whomever chases us.
49: Ms. Johnson (Keyword: Birds): Garden.  Whenever  there are birds  I zoom in on them.  We have an argument.  I decide to  go inside and  not stay,  I apologise  to our  two guests.  A  young couple.  I punch a trashcan.  My hand is sliced open.  It bleeds, profusely but controlled, as I cover it with a towel.  I can smell the blood. Ms. Johnson ate her neighbour they say. Another man comes to help. She asks what to do. We head to a hospital. If it continues, yes. Or cut the hand off.  Keep it in a bag for 3 months and up to 5 years.  The guy says he helped the last one.  Put a shovel to  his  neck  and  just hacked  it off.  Took the  pain away  in an  instant.
50: Rain (Keyword: Little): Beach. Large ships, all stranded.  Commercial vessels, tankers, army ships both large and small are all ashore on the beach.  We walk in between  the carcasses of these ships. One man chases a woman. He asks if we have 3 sleeping bags. Who needs 3?  2 maybe, but 3?  We are moving somewhere as a group.  All carry their entire lives on their back.  It will soon begin to rain,  we see a large pillar of dark red, signaling rain. Stones fall down a slope. I read about the ancient megalithic art  of stone pillaring.  Three of us move  down the slope where the stones fell.  When we're down that the bottom  of the slope I instruct  them to find a flat stone. So we can bake bread.  We walk a little.  "We need to find a creek", I say. And we find a creek.  The first flat stone is not nice enough. A lady watches us from her hunting stand. She lets him camp here and has been up in that stand for a very  long time.  We have to keep an eye on the sky,  rain.
51: Storm (Keyword: BrewingStorms): Farm.  I work here.  A storm brews. We prepare for the worst.  The chickens are already inside.  I go and inquire if we  leave the pigs  outside or  not.  I am instructed to put them inside.  I see 2 old men in an attic of glass move items around.  Whoever instructed me speaks now;  "When I came down the hill with the car there was an old man that started at me for 9 seconds." Odd. As I arrive at the pigpen the pigs are gone.  The kid already moved  them to another barn. One is giving him trouble, he's playful.  We get him inside by working together and blindsiding him. Once inside the sun starts to shine. No storm? No, calm before the storm. We can see the storm front moving in. Others are packing their tent. 
52: Nevories (Keyword: Maris): Young. Stella Maris, she looks identical.  We somehow met once more.  She's shy and  taken back.  We walk  around some  fairly  crowded  place.  We're enjoying ourselves.  We haul items down a set of stairs for someone who is renovating. I bring back up a bucket and a plastic bag.  "I will go and get more with her", I say. We continue  together.  We haven't  separated  at any one point.  Down the escalator we go. We meet an old  teacher there.  Older now, with a ponytail but with the same odd facial hair beneath his lip. Mark. We chat. She sits.  I tell him my brother  is there too.  He laughs.  He is in the other room partying. He asks her if she wants something specific,  I cannot remember what.  It involved warm milk. She says she'll take some, I'll have some too. It's nice for us that we're  here together,  he says.  We sit down.  The two  of us chat as we wait.
53: Elders (Keyword: Elders): 20-03. Blue day. Monday Fare. Floating  bundle of sticks in the form of a perfect sphere. House of  the elders.  I walk  outside in clothing suited more the  desert than civilization.  A man on a horse passes by.  I step aside.  He passes me but the horse stays. A woman comes from the horse, but the horse is still there. She is born from the stomach of the horse.  She has saliva on her back and hands.  Huis teeth are sharp and jarringly irregular.  I decide to bring her with me for the visitation.  We gather a  band of misfits.  I  will to  bring them  all to  the visitation.  Whoever I am visiting  will be surprised for sure.  A brawl with a young couple.  I hit a  guy  with a  stone.  Now some  people look  at  me with suspicion.  I try to make  my way over  to the visitation room but the hallways are so crowded.  In every room  people are watching the television.  I just see the flashing lights coming from the room.  I  cannot see what is being watched. When I finally reach the room I want to, it turns out to be a classroom.  We're late. Apology accepted. It's okay, we can still catch up with the rest of them.
54: Asisi (Keyword: Sitr): Hammerstein. P  a d d l e d o o t  . A    s   i    s   i   . She slept in metal containers. Posted it to the internet. Now they're trying to locate that building.  Ever so slowly  they solve  it with  aerial photography. They found it.  Large sub urban houses.  I am there.  The house has large metal basins outside,  they are  rusted and pillar  like.  Filled with  dirt and wood mulch.  We sleep on them.  If you stay long enough  you'll start eating  it too someone says.  I do start eating  it too.  The house is  massive  but we  never enter. Some people jog around the neighbourhood.  But the neighbourhood is just our house and that of the  people  across the  street.  Both  the same  house. Watching television.  The world summit in Tel Aviv.  I am lying down naked,  in between  people I  don't know.  Some  folk on  the TV are  naked  too.  We stop watching eventually. It was boring.  I sit in a chair with 2 children on my lap watching  'Singing in the Rain'.  They're enjoying themselves.  Even though the youngest was crying previously. Swimming pools with dirty water.  We are diving here. The suits fall apart after a while. Something about the water. We want to know what.  We rummage through  bags that were left here.  One contains another bag in which is a  plastic bag. Most things  in here are  fine and have not yet fallen apart.  Including a box of  chocolate eggs  and some odd knives.  Knives that can hardly be used to cut anything. 'From 1990',  it says. I see bear cubs near a fence.  We sit inside where I can see the garden. Some watch television. I have company whilst sitting in the kitchen.  We asks where someone is. She is gone.  "We're being picked apart one by one",  I say.  So  we huddle  together. Looking at the  garden from the kitchen i see everything has turned gray-scale, except everything yellow and green on a table.  I ask everyone to come look and see for themselves. They do. Now only the basketball has color. When that color disappears the ball disappears  too and is replaced by a flashing light.  I try to scream but my breath is sucked out through the window. I retreat and awaken.
55: Crab (Keyword: Handcuffed): Large valley of gigantic rocks.  Roots sprout here, odd roots, just roots. It's the house  of someone  close.  Small tiles  are starting to fall off the rocks. "How much do you think that will cost me?", he asks. 350000 pounds or 550000 in regular currency. A friend of him thinks that everyone needs to do that once in a while.  He is handcuffed and  we escort him away  from his  valley and  home. We cross a bridge made of loose boulders.  Another bridge but brickwork.  I see  half submerged paintings.  They're not real but a project to redesign the town. The boulder bridge collapses,  I don't know if anyone was hurt.  I did see some folk fall though.  We had a small friend in handcuffs, who now attempts to walk to the sea bottom.  I swim after him.  I am pulled under water by the currents. Someone else rescues him.  A crab  that we serve on a  plate,  that  is what he became.  We arrived at some place.  He is dressed and soaked  but no longer a crab. I say that  he should  be in handcuffs,  he says  he already  served his  death penalty.  He is a she now.  I grab her,  I bite her, but my teeth hit something hard causing my teeth to move away from their sockets.  She tries to bite back. She's in her room now. Torture it says. With a remote control I order her to be fastened to a device where she is suspended  in the air, hanging from both arms and legs. A spiked shoe is present, that is what I choose. The shoe with spikes as soles rubs  underneath her shirt  causing  lacerations.  I  choose rape now. 
56: Esther (Keyword: Bones): A shallow lake.  I am asked if I have my own boat.  I lie and say that I do. We do ride a boat on the lake, it can't be mine. I walk past a church with windows as walls.  They're doing a photo-shoot  of Esther.  It has something to do with her hair.  I am  inside of  a clothing store.  The store  consists  of cramped, narrow,  long hallways.  I sit on an old chair next to her,  she was at the church. We  are  hitting it off.  Lisa.  She's  outside looking  in through the window.  She carries a smile of content and admiration. The chairs move, like a roller-coaster but far slower.  We move through rows and rows of clothes.  It's an atmosphere of old fabric of clothes that hung on a rack for far too long. We talk about little,  and about important things.  Eventually we speak of arguing with  each other.  As if to solve future arguments in this moment.  A doll of a young Hillary Clinton passes in front of us.  I say that,  that is what Clinton looked like  before  the accident  with her jaw.  As the rides stops we enter a dressing room.  Kids pretending  to be animals.  They move in a strange manner, their limbs bend and  twist as they shouldn't.  They must break  their bones in order to resemble animals. I catch one of them. Old, washed up roots of a large tree.  Dead roots of a tree.  Its strong enough to carry me,  I can use  it for exercise. However, as it has started to rain, the tree has started to rot.  The branches no longer support my weight.  Someone is after me now.  Shotgun shells rain.  But it's not that bad. I am certain of this. I make an attempt  to start a fire  with  3 animal droppings  and a small  heap  of  charcoal.  It  worked. 
57: Matriarch (Keyword: Chewy Toads): Warm mountainous area.  Cobblestone paths weave through the mountains, they are uneven  and worn.  A wind blows.  It's a soothing  place,  surreal.  A group of women. All in  their fifties,  maybe older.  They appear Italian in appearance. Some wear old sun dresses.  Worn sundresses, worn  enough to  see they've  been lived in but not worn  enough to signal poverty.  Some of them have a hard time walking up  the slopes.  They  are all  walking  in  the  shadow  the  mountain provides. It's a long and difficult path.  The place they're going is not meant to be easy to access.  They walk  downhill first,  then uphill  towards a solid wooden door  decorated with metal studs.  Almost hidden away in a recess in the mountain. All of them pass by a woman of higher stature, they show her respect. A matriarch.  A coven.  Some apologise for their appearance,  sweaty  and dirty from the trail. So sloppy, they would've done better if they had known she'd be here with them. It is what it is, it can't be helped. As more of them enter the room inside the mountain they start to undress.  The ritual is a-typical,  it's not what they usually practice.  The matriarch is adamant that the irregularity of it all is taken into account.  One woman is eating a disfigured toad.  I can taste it, chewy. The liquid that flows in my mouth is cold and thick like olive oil.  All the  women have  disfigurements of  some kind.  Bent and  crooked and broken shapes line their faces and body.  Sores and  pustules that I can smell. A sour  and penetrating  smell that I  can't  place oozes  from  their bodies.
58: Neonature (Keyword: Manga): Border patrol.  I am asked if my  blood pressure is low enough to begin.  I get frisked by a small,  young,  Asian looking woman.  She takes her time, a little oo long. I am cleared. I proceed and as I pass a number of people I skate down a flowing hill.  Rollerskating  on thin air,  down  a  slope.  I am awed  by my surroundings. It's all entertainment. Neon and nature blend together for a near perfect dose of visual happiness. An amusement park of sorts.  I weave unto the grass to avoid colliding  with an oncoming parade.  Glassy manga eyes is what I see.  Someone who is paraded  around only  has  eyes for me.  Her gaze does not leave me.  Turning around now, back up the slope where I came from. I shouldn't go this far, as he is lagging  behind because of the border control.  I promised her I'd wait.  Making my way up  the hill I spot a group of thick winter coats. She took the guided tour.  Everything is darker and colder now, snow. I see her dark skin  hiding  underneath a hood of fur.  I grab her hand and say we can do the guided tour together.  Despite not  wanting to  take the guided tour,  I do what makes her happy.  Her left hand is inside a mitten.  She is trying to put on her  right one but she keeps  fumbling with  it for  a while.  She is happy. 
59: VN (Keyword: Onhookers): Embroidered curtains. Illicit notepads. Concrete stairwells. Skirt of a  school uniform. Onlookers  with  malintent. A patch of grass. Old high school. I purchased something in the cafeteria.  A friend needs help in picking his food. He goes for a thin pizza eventually. They're  closing it all, I see the  shutters slowly  lowering.  Outside,  wanting  to get  back  inside, Inside.  I lost my backpack and  my phone when they closed everything.  Walking around the place to try and find it.  It's warm inside.  Too many people sit and breathe here without ventilation. Thick and almost unbreathable atmosphere.  I sit at a table with students I don't recognize . A girl takes a chair and joins but  sits at a  distance. As if  she is wary of  the others  for one reason or another.  An alarm rings.  I tell her that I bet this is another false alarm to get students  to leave the cafeteria.  I hold open the door  for others as they all  exit in accordance  with the  guidelines.  It's a  false alarm.  I go back inside and confront a lady who works there about my lost items. She tells me to get some cake as compensation for my loss.  Continuing the search.  I stop at a sort of help desk  eventually.  For some  reason I  partake  in a visual novel, played to my left on  a screen while I await my turn.  It turns to pornography. Nobody notices  the rather embarrassing situation but me.  I never get my turn.
60: Frog (Keyword: Ehm): A city I don't recognize.  'M' is here.  My mother is here with us.  She has to go,  she draws several arrows with  a pencil on the map and leaves.  I tell 'M' she needed to go  and sit near a fountain for fresh water.  The fountain had to be surrounded by copper.  I lie besides  her on a mattress,  as she  checks her schedule.  Until next  Sunday she'll  be here.  "I need to  entertain you until then?", I joke.  I kiss her on her arm. She says that will not be the case, she will be here until  then but I need not take care of her.  As I lie down I lift my head and turn around to look at the traffic light.  Its about to turn green. Green.  I start moving the mattress.  The people in  front  aren't moving  fast enough and I need to hold back.  Her friends.  I'm joining her  in an activity. "Everyone will want to be on your team",  says someone familiar to me. I boldly proclaim that I  will do my best to carry them all through whatever comes next. I pretend my engine fails. However,  I didn't pretend,  the engine did fail me. They kick-start my engine. The XML engine.  It's an edited and modified engine, it is always the best version possible.  We continue sailing on a mattress down a narrow road.  A road  lined with trees on  either side.  They watch  us pass. I saw a frog, but only it's belly. It attached itself to various items like an octopus would.  Somehow this is presented as the answer to a pressing question. 
61: Edema (Keyword: Aero): Aerial view of  mountainous area.  Lush grass everywhere.  There was a guy here who ran a hot springs.  He stole the tank he used  for hot water however.  That tank has been stolen by someone else now.  Dead grass.  I am  there psychically now, where at first I was just an observer. I try to climb the hill but fail. I try and try again getting a bit further each time but it is too steep.  It's all white rocks and small patches of grass. Mediterranean. Eventually I find a spot that I can  climb,  with effort.  There is even a sort of staircase here.  The sensation of the  climb is fulfillment and serenity.  I never reach the top,  I simply end  up at a metal  staircase  that goes up  further.  There's  caves to explore here.  It's all made of a black stone,  dark black  stone but not coal. Yellow markings line the  walls of the caves.  I only went and  explored 2 or 3 miles, the rest I left for next time. A woman is here. A bald native woman with paint all over her body. She has tall and wide legs,  they're too big. Her legs are all smooth as if retaining too much water. She resembles a statue of flesh. 
62: Time (Keyword: Bouquet): On route to a brewery.  We met a dancer out in front of the building.  I start to roll up the sleeves of my t-shirt. He asked if I am really rolling those up. Now they're  long sleeves.  No longer is  there a need to roll them.  He starts explaining the dance moves.  It all feels odd.  It was 3 years ago.  I traveled backwards. My skin is younger, my face feels smoother.  A dinner table, family, we all eat together.  I try to gauge their  opinion on my time travel.  They're indifferent.  I finish several jokes  of others  before they have  a chance  to finish them.  I  tell my brother his back problems are solvable by changing out his mattress.  The house is different. I have done all of this before. It feels freeing to  have traveled  back.  Denise kisses  my  forehead and  brings  me a bouquet.  Homemade.  In the kitchen I inform  them that my hair was cut 3 years ago, definitive  proof of time travel.  This is the  only prove I can  provide. 
63: Whitland (Keyword: Infinity): Some transport boat. Open seas. We carry various items and people. We arrive at a fleet of oil rigs and other odd vessels.  Like a floating city. It's a Yemeni fleet. There is cheering all around when we arrive,  of us and of them. We look for a place to dock.  "We have asbestos containers", someone snickers.  This is all illegal equipment.  We do find a nice  and quiet spot.  Somehow I  grab the railing and  manage to stop the boat. I spot an olive green lifeboat hanging on the side  of our ship.  We bounce  back a little  and start attaching ourselves with chain link cables. Infinity knot.  My hands have become sticky and greasy. The name of the ship. Queen's W(h)itland. 
64: Glassware (Keyword: Headphones): In a house, seated on a table in the living room. Some voice gives instructions as I pass each person sitting with me.  It eventually calls me upstairs.  Dark. White chocolate.  Upstairs I find a man in bed  wearing headphones.  Now I know who the voice was.  Glassware on the table. Outside.  I stack the glassware for efficiency.  There is some  rustling in the tree  behind me.  he noise makes it seem gigantic.  I write a letter to 'M', to apologise for not communicating because I didn't know what to say.  Because everything that would've been said would've been painful. I see old footage of us dancing at some party. We had good times. I now swim in a river,  a muddy brown river. I tell her I changed.  Look at the river, how could you not  be bitter if  rivers are  starting to look like this. 
65: Truck (Keyword: Daddy): Underground parking garage. My father pulls up.  The van coming out tells us to proceed.  The police  officer sitting  on his  motorbike  blocks the road,  but allows us to pass.  There's a desk inside,  boxes are stacked  behind the desk. They're filled  with trucks.  I purchase one for 20k.  2 girls tells me to give the money I make to my family.  I smile  and dangle the keys in  front of them. One girl smiles at me and I at her. I can't control it. She says she found jobs paying 2k. I tell her I found one that is 50k forth and 50k back. Shaving soap. My mother comes  down and asks about the truck.  She talks about driving it out of the garage and doesn't know if she can do it. She's afraid to hit something. The girl from earlier will do it. I'm covered in soap by now and start shaving. She says; "gender equality!" and I almost swallow the soap out of laughter. She laughs. I try to finish shaving but only do half the job,  poor shave.  There's too little time to finish shaving. "We should do it together", I propose to the girl.  I drive then sleep  as she drives.  She'll drive as I sleep.  Departure.
66: Encom (Keyword: Concrete): A large government building.  An empty hall with marble stairs.  Reporters fill the place to capacity. A gathering for a launch of some sort.  I run around the downstairs area,  flipping buttons.  Almost in a  panic.  "I could've left but remember that I didn't." I sacrificed that. Something about nutrition. Upstairs where all have gathered.  I now drive a vehicle.  I plow this vehicle into  the crowd. Killing and maiming and wounding. When I made my pass,  I do it again in the opposite direction. "Can't show how much you love them without hurting them first."  I run down  a corridor.  The mass  starts it's pursuit,  but  for some reason  delayed in pursuing. It seems intentional. I am hiding in a secret base beneath ENCOM.  They fail to find me.  I am one of those cleaning  the building floor from blood, surrounded by those who are searching. Hiding in plain sight. A police car. But a toy one.  It's my vehicle, I get to drive it. We're testing a new  application.  We're not  sure if the  application is legitimate.  I ride with sirens but no noise.  Pulling  over  any offenders that are  listed on the application.  The application gives no feedback  whether or not I'm succeeding. A dirt road along a fenced piece of nature.  Trees.  I walk besides a parade of prisoners.  I ask  a big guy,  truly big,  if he  would  listen to  me if I had authority.  He says yes.  I tell him of eastern Europeans who were working here illegally. They said they do listen to authority but also had to work. He grabs a pigeon and milks it.  Milking is blowing air into it's lungs until it has the hiccups. An open field with few trees,  I can see a sparsely populated village. A horse approaches.  It leaps dozens of meters into the air and plunges down in an attempt to kill me.  It repeats  this several  times.  As it  tries for  the fourth or fifth time it manages to hit me.  I wake up sitting  in a desk chair. My feet touch the ground, grey concrete. They're ice cold.  I tell whoever sits across me what I dreamt off. She says if I want to continue to sleep I can just turn around. Now she wakes up from someone flushing the toilet.  She's annoyed. Someone should fix it with soap or something,  the noise is horrible and scares people awake.  The letter  'P'  is malfunctioning,  this has set off the alarm. 
67: Acid (Keyword: Rabbit): Some backyard.  A rabbit hops around.  A seagull lands in the yard and plucks 2 feathers from the rabbit before I chase it off.  The rabbit now sits in a tree-house encircled by skulls.  One of them is in the process of rotting it's flesh off. Human skulls.  Some are corroded, akin to what acid could do.  Vigilantism from the previous inhabitant.  He hid them in a cave.  All serial killers.  All hidden here  in plain sight for us  to see.  I do my  best not to fall  asleep. 
68: Exposition (Keyword: Clerk): Nature exposition. The land is divided into plots, each plot contains different flora.  We're descending a staircase to get to our bicycles.  I inquire if they wish to visit every plot. She says; “No, he's indifferent."  We are heading for some easier entertainment.  This is where I decide I don't like her much. I getcaught up  talking to a clerk of sorts.  They already went downstairs.  I catch up.  I ride all 3  bikes outsides so they don't  have to.  Once outside we ride towards the exit. We all pull  cigars from cigar tubes to celebrate  something. I ride my bike and chew on it whilst the others smoke theirs. We won something. 
69: Anthony (Keyword: Curls): Riding shotgun in someone else's car.  We're waiting to be  picked for a soccer match.  My hair is thick and curly and stands up straight only because  I shave my head bald. Anthony arrives. He gets in the back of our car. "He has the same hair as you";our driver remarks and asks Anthony if he shaves his head too. The picking process started. Nobody picked us. They forgot.  We drive the car a bit in order to park it. We find a spot underneath some trees.  A view of a city. I tell them that snipers lay here, that's why they trimmed the trees a little. So they have a nice  view and can pick anyone off.  We exit the vehicle.  I remind myself and the others to bring a jacket if it gets cold. In the trunk I find my 	essentials.  I take no jacket.  I ponder  whether or not to bring the gun metal black revolver. I take wooden darts with me instead.  We walk,  cars are risky. 
70: Fish (Keyword: Dock): Waters of a dock. We hunt rabbits.  Their necks twist twice and their hind legs point skyward when we get them.  This kills them.  Their skulls we collect from the water where all the skulls and bones float.  I found a monkey skull  there. Someone fell in the water when fishing.  I take his clothes and the rest of his belonging from a binder full of papers and various items  and hang them to dry.
71: Parka (Keyword: Figureight): I taste  metal and blood.  I am everyone.  The  people I meet.  The men and the women.  I sit inside a car.   Backseat.  A woman hops out  another car and runs around my car.  She weaves figures 8 by running.  Another hops out and does the same but in reverse.  "I don't know what  we're doing but this is fun",  I say. Eventually I return to my car as we prepare to depart.  We're at a gas station. A young  girl enters our car.  I have  never seen her before  but she knows me. I am not near a train yard.  As we walk to look around  I realise the white and purple I am wearing stand out too much.  I ask the one person there with me.  He agrees. I try on  my parka with great difficulty.  It  stands  out a  lot less.
72: Utensils (Keyword: Jenna): A new house.  It's larger but  we may have traded for garden size.  I head to a basement. Jenna is waiting there. She really would like to keep the toaster and a small teapot. They broke the 2 other toasters so I will not let her keep it. I take a  bag of something akin to sand too.  She pouts as I take them.  I head down the stairs.  I collect the items in a cardboard box.  Statues too. But the arms break off.  The box  was too full.  I tell her I'll refund her those.  She says it's okay considering I made them. Outside I contemplate and decide I will send the teapot and the bag with sand back to her by mail. The garden is rather huge and extensive and I begin to run. A dog barking.  A rabbit laying prone. I attempt to light some candles with  a tea light  in heavy wind.  I continuously burn myself holding it vertically. There's too much wind. I head inside a small shack and find new eating utensils.  I think out loud  and wonder why he bought new ones.  My father moves me aside.  We're having dinner here because he wants to keep an eye  on the food whilst we eat.  The villa  we just purchased is not good enough  to have dinner  in and it's  nicer out here in the garden anyways.
73: Income (Keyword: Crimes): Playing football with snowballs. I join in. The snowball dissolves into snow. I sit down amidst the players to make a new one.  We're standing in a circle near my old high school.  I finish making the ball and kick it. Someone else returns it too hard and in the wrong direction.  The ball flies through an opened door. Those inside  retrieve the ball  and kick it back out.  The schoolyard changed. The circle is  bigger and there's more people.  Almost all of them are African. One of them asks  me if he can kick  the ball.  I remember him.  I let him.  He walks with me for a while.  He is angry,  for he is being charged with multiple crimes.  Sheer anger. He opens a door for me. I go through and as I do he stops a little kid. "Income", he says as we part ways. I walk past a plethora of old, familiar faces.  Up a flight of stairs.  The flight of stairs runs  into a wall now and one must climb  over the railing in order to go to the exit. Crossing a grand piano. It's an art installation. I say that a button that can teleport 40 at once to the top of the staircase people would be more akin to art than this.
74: 58 (Keyword: Sweatpants): Return to 58. In a bathroom.  It's a small one,  with a large mirror that covers most of the wall above the sink.  Brushing my  teeth like a rabid animal.  There's too much foam.  I am the only one who heard the doorbell ring.  Someone else is there, I tell him about the doorbell. I was correct. Someone else opens the door as I go back to the bathroom,  yet I can see who is at the door.  A girl in sweatpants, brown hair,  ponytail.  I am asked to lower the volume of the television set. I take  the remote and lower the volume to 2.  Still loud. I take a second remote and lower it to 1.  Still loud.  There's a third remote but it's okay this way.
75: Eline (Keyword: Curtain): I don't recall how we met. Large concrete buildings. An courtyard surrounded by concrete giants  with tunnels underneath their feet.  All  cold and  closed and empty,  yet not alienating. We walk down a semi-familiar road. We stop in front of a large array of  windows  covered with posters and stickers.  I can vaguely see my extended  family eating inside.  I  wave at them as they wave at me.  We continue  towards a set  of apartment buildings.  We talk far,  almost as if we should not do this on foot.  I sometimes bump into her feet. My shoes are large and bulky, hers are elegant.  She understands. At the apartment building I come to learn that we  are meant to deliver a message.  It's her message but  only  I know what the recipient looks like.  A mailman  attempts to free  a  horse from bramble  bushes.  He succeeds.  Someone exits the  building and she asks  me if that's the person we need to deliver it too. No. The mail  man gives them a two packages,  one of those is mine.  Something went  wrong with the addresses,  it happens.  We leave.  I walk her home.  We turn right  into an alley towards her home.  I carry her past  dirty snow.  She  says I don't have to.  "At first you can't walk  through this and  now you want to, okay",  I say.  She giggles  and continues to let me carry her.  Once past the snow,  we walk side by side.  She tells me about  the neighbourhood.  "And to our  left we have the  little whore island:,  she tells me.  I can feel both of us drifting closer together.  I can feel her shoulder bushing mine. I can feel the fabric of her denim jacket. From here on out  we laugh  and laugh about jokes we make,  all the way to her front door. Bliss. She says her goodbyes.  I say ; "see you sometime". She jokes that she  will not excessively think of me.  We say our  goodbyes.  I feel genuinely satisfied. I exit the neighbourhood directly through a convenience store. Black and  brown kids  are in the  process of robbing and looting it. I pass through anyways.  At the other side of  the store a large white  guy and  several brown kids are posting guard. They stop me. He starts beating me for wanting to pass. I tell him ;  "Okay!  Okay!  You can have  my money."  I pull a  knife  from my backpack instead, and jab it towards the one guy who was beating me. I wake up. A group of women in colorful garbs carrying kitchen knives walk the hallway.  I attempt to ask them why they carry those knives with them.  No answer. Cold and bleak metal. I inquire about the symbolism of the metal and the patterns on the fabric. No answer. I cross hedges in the stairwell into an auditorium of sorts. They are to perform there.  No answers to my questions.  The audience is seated on the same stage where the troupe will perform momentarily. Curtain call. 
76: Papers (Keyword: Gate): Teacher. Class. I sit at the back. Sorting through all of my papers to find the correct ones.  I am asked a question and  attempt to find the answer written in the papers.  In front of me sits someone kicking the person in front of him.  I don't have the answer written down. She doubles down on the question. She mocks me. There wasn't an answer in the first place. It was a trick question.  Nobody laughs.  I confront her and tell her that if I had  been handicapped this would be cruel.  She doesn't believe me. I tell her I'll bring the certificates.  Her overly round,  thick rimmed glasses go back on her face with anger in her eyes. We try to get the bicycles through a narrow gate.  Once we get past the gate we ride the bikes  down a short but steep slope.  Someone tell us that those bikes don't have to come back.  At the bottom of the slope,  one of us  gets stuck in a bath of dry clay. We help him.  We try to cross the next gate simultaneously.
77: There (Keyword: Barista): I am in line to select a new life. The line only fits 10 people at the maximum. I decide to make it quick in order to give others a chance. Once it's my turn I start selecting every detail.  Eventually I forget about the time.  Hours pass. Some fast food place.  We're in line to order ice cream.  Once ready to order I see no ice cream on the menu.  I don't want it anymore, it's unhealthy. I order coffee, black and a cappuccino for whoever is with me.  Some balding individual in a brown coat comes to  the other side of the  counter to make the coffee for us. Black is black. The cappuccino is black coffee diluted with water. The cup, of the  person  accompanying me,  is chipped.  I inform our  barista about  the damage.  He  gives us a new cup and two  brown coins as compensation.  "There".
78: Mangled (No Keyword Needed): Highway. The cars in front of me slow down.  They gesture that I can pass them. I do so.  In the lane to my left cars are driving  against the flow of traffic.  More cars break or slow down abruptly. I start weaving left and right. More and  more right.  A car lightly hits me and I decide to stop when I can.  Stopped. I get out.  I see a mangled corpse inside of a car.  Many  cars have pulled over. It's chaos. My car is gone.  I take a bike to go look for my car,  someone must have taken it. I ride the bike through a shopping mall asking various people if they've seen it.  They all tell me to look  beneath us where all  the cars have stopped.  It was a 20 liter that only does 90 km/h hour.  Nobody knows.  Down a flight of  stairs with the bike back outside.  I'll ask the police soon enough.
79: Shell (Keyword: Twice): They took 3 of them in the car. Kidnapping attempt. Shotgun shell burst. Two of us most certainly died. One is alive.  At home I found that person's ransom. It was  in the dust.  I found it with a small vacuum cleaner.  The vacuum  makes a terrible noise but it must remain on during the phone call. He doesn't pick up. "Chill, I am busy,"  his message reads.  I try twice more. She comes home and I explain where everyone has gone.  She brought gifts for  all of those not here.
80: Gilded (No Keyword Needed): I am seated next to an  old lady and a black man.  Someone is informing the lady  that the visitation rights have been revoked.  It's because of the weather.  When  the water seeps in between the stone it becomes too dangerous.  In my hand is a  painted piece of wood.  A corner piece. Gilded. Somehow it got wet. This amuses me greatly.  I ask the black man if he recognises this piece of wood. It's from the original painting,  not the reproduction.  I walk over to the  original and put it where it belongs.  The original and the reproduction vary wildly  and it becomes hard to place the piece in it's correct spot.  - I can see the names of various women that run a camp site.  All old names.  Sunbathing  in the nude is encouraged there. - We conclude witchcraft. I ask him what he wants. He says he wants to know the secret of how those plants grow so fast.  Same as me.  I make him a deal. He can have the secret for commercial purposes if I can have it for private reasons.  Deal. The old lady is now a young black man. He runs. We must go after him, for he is one of the witches. We run. I clutch a book in my right arm.  Through doors of a wide variety. A lmost outside when I throw the book at his feet, he trips on it and falls hard unto the floor. I wake up from falling.
81: Down (Keyword: Information): A man  with downs' syndrome. We're both  naked and  slathered  in chocolate.  A bathtub.  We both sit in it and hug.  It's  uncomfortable for me.  It's  in his basement.  He's giving  me a tour.  We're going  swimming  because of something relating to 12.  I hold up a shirt and tease him with it, how could he possibly own  something like this.  The basement  is gigantic.  It  has a dressing room, a shower,  a common room and a large pool too.  In the pool we  play fight with each other.  I am here because the master of the  house of the dragon committed fraud. We're putting on a show for a number of spectators. He eventually tosses me in the air over his head to defeat me. The others ask about plot lines. "You should read the sub stories for those", I say. "The red ones and the light blue ones  contain  most of the important  information,  the others are contextual".
82: ™√£φF (Keyword: Genius): I am young.  My class is finished.  I walk past a group of friends who are just having fun with each other,  I can hear the subtle laughter.  One of them shows me all of the snacks he has,  I inform him he  needs to eat less because of his stomach.  He pursues me in a playful  manner and manages to keep up despite his size.  We run up a shallow staircase and laugh when we have reached the top.  I walk up some more stairs  and turn around.  It's the type of hallway  you would find in a train station.  Warm from  a heater and familiar.  The smell of stale air and an accumulation of  perfumes and  various others smells that just stuck around.  The floor is of stained concrete and the semi-transparent windows made of plastic.  There she sits.  Sobbing.  Beautiful as ever, a dark grey jacket of a thick fabric that seems so homey. She sobs because of the fun I am having. That was the fun we had too. I  feel anger and resentment for seeing here again,  it awakens all those memories again.  All beautiful, but all just as painful. I am unsure if I want to be reminded of her again.  I stand there idly for a second, contemplating if I should just be on my way.  But I approach her nonetheless. I reach  out to her in  order to help  her get up off the floor.  We shake hands. There is some sort  of electronic device present when we touch.  1,9 is what it measured.  It means we are a perfect match.  For some reason this seems to make her even sadder.  I tell her she is listening to a  machine and maybe she ought not to. We talk and talk and talk, making up for all that lost time. I can feel heat  radiate  from her.  It feels like home,  I am not this bitter and distant version  of myself in  her presence.  The same face,  the same smile,  the same shoes. The same long blonde hair tied into a braid. That same odd smell of sour flowers,  but pleasant in same strange manner.  I could drown here.  She speaks about recent exams, how difficult the math was.  She speaks in that timid voice that, despite being timid,  seeps through a little emotion so you know just how much emotion she keeps at bay.  But her father,  who was a sort of genius, just understood the math somehow. I just sit there, mesmerised.  I inform her that I must take a toilet break but that I'll be right back.  "Don't go anywhere". She says she will wait.  But follows that up with a; "Maybe not".  I decide to make it quick  and almost slip on  the recently mopped floor of the bathroom stalls. Bliss.  I  can't stop thinking about her.  Once I finish I stand up and awaken.
(The next section is in an unknown cipher)
83: Bootleg (Keyword: Cure): He replies. "Thanks for the sweet message I will translate it later." I'm given a bootleg copy of Super Mario Bros' 1. Something intangible yet still physical. Train tracks.  A van is parked perpendicular on top of those tracks. It's a toy game company.  I get in the van and drive it off the tracks, a train passes.  I cross the tracks towards an office building. Whilst slowly driving on the right side of the building, I pass by dancing women that also clean your car, as they stand near the gas station.  Black women in skimpy outfits.  Once there, I meet someone who asks me where I got the car.  I show him the handbook.  "Oooh there it is", he says. He was looking for it. He tells me that he is happy that he is healthy and that I am healthy too and that we both made it through. I tell him; "Yes, but I kind of have a sore throat." Thus we run inside looking for vitamin supplements. We find a number of empty classrooms looking for ugly people.  One gym room asks for Urkels.  We descend empty and lonely staircases. The building seems devoid of life.  We enter a room with a girl on a gurney. I touch her and my vision starts to shift. "Don't touch her", I tell my friend. All wobbly I go look for water bottles.  The floor is of a  dark sinister purple  with hot pink accents. The room is gloomy and blue,  but dark blue, an almost vomiting black. I find one bottle but it disappears into the floor. It melts into it. I use the puddle to drink first, my vision gets worse.  The I splash the water in my face and I am cured.  We walk around the room a bit.  I pick up a frog, 50 cents.  I continue to walk,  there is a butterfly  sitting on the grass.  When trying  to grab it I noticed it wouldn't come loose. I step on it, but it acts like memory foam and just bounces back slowly.  Back to the girl I walk.  I pick up a plant pot with a plant growing inside and throw it on here face.  "Here, now you're a vegetable", I say. She is covered in hair and lacks a face completely. We stand next to a table right by a window,  a woman has joined us.  We throw a chair at the window to see if we can break it.  It's reinforced glass placed in front of very thin glass.  My friend says;  "he doesn't get me",  to girl.  "Oh no,  you don't like him do you."  She smirks. I don't get how that always happens. A man comes down  the stairs behind him,  across from me.  He eats something.  For  a split second he is  a gorilla consisting of dulled pink jewels. Back to normal. The girls asks me if I saw that too, she carries a frightened look on her face.
84: Balloon (Keyword: Ballpoint): I am leaving someone's house.  It is cold outside and I will need a jacket.  My brother's jacket is bright green, she explains; "They wear green now". I take a black jacket and go outside. This jacket is almost like a balloon,  it blows up in cold weather. This will never work.  I go back inside and start making a new jacket.  This one has balloons for pockets. They are already blown up. I settle for something else. A large troupe of skaters passes us by without care for us. We're cleaning a wall inside of the house. It doesn't come off easy.  It's blue ballpoint pen.  We  wonder how it got  there.  It takes more  intricate shapes. Stick figures and names and phone numbers.  The more I  look the  worse it get. Graffiti tags too,  both from pen and cans.  The  whole house is covered on the inside.  They must have come at  night to do this.  We check my brothers' room, it's clean.  He  was the only  one at home last night.  He heads  downstairs in police uniform and exits the building.  The skating troupe is there. I ask them who did it, they all did. "We can fight one on one, or not at all", I say. They don't want to play fair. I pull a fake gun. They run anyways.  When I am caught up with them,  and they realise it's fake, they all laugh out of embarrassment. Lots of fireworks misfire. I hide behind a tree. What will my neighbours think? 
85: Chrome (Keyword: Construction): Far off, a soaring eagle drops  two stones from his talons,  the falling stones leave a trail of dust and dirt in the air. I pick up the stones from the ground as I find out where they fell.  They're made of a smoothed out flint. The eagle uses these stones often.  I drop the stones back  where I found them, the eagle circles back around for the 342.  He lands,  pick them up and proceeds to  drop them again in mid flight. Again. And again. He somehow lost the third stone, he cannot  find it  any longer.  A dull witted  looking man walks over to the same spot where I found the flint.  The bird proceeds to land on his shoulders as if to threaten him, the man simply  tells the  bird to  get off.  The eagle obeys. The man  walks away  once the  bird has  gotten off and  the bird picks up  his stones once again and continues his game. I now walk amongst machinery and mud. Two people are fighting each other on the construction site. I grab one of them slap him and  tell them both  to stop.  The one I slapped  is much older than I expected,  he does not  appreciate getting slapped until I emphasis that I told them both to stop. The hand that I used to hit him with has a large slab of gum stuck to it, it came from the skin of the one I hit.  I wash my hands with sand in an attempt to  get the gum off,  then proceed to hit the second man for good measure. I bite. I bite into the flesh of his hand. He tells me he isn't a part of this, or does not want to be, and bites back.  Mechanical dogs and bees give chase now.  I am surrounded by  arid soil littered  with metallic houses.  They are half  buried in the soil,  they wear grass  roofs and boast  large metallic towers.  Whomever I speak to appear to need assistance.  I cannot do it for she is my sister.  However I can help her,  it appears,  because she  isn't family. They give chase to me still, all I have on me is a very heavy, chrome revolver.
86: Roses (Keyword: Elastic): A painting depicting a  bouquet of red roses  stuck inside a vase,  the vase is decorated with various depictions of root vegetables. The vase sits on thin air with a background of a clear blue sky. Up I go, to find green,  wooden boxes in which I  work whores  to create sounds.  Whenever I am  high up enough on  this tower I can feel the colder air gently stroking my face.  The staircase upwards is slowly starting to get crowded with Chinese workers as to push and pull each other, and me,  in order to get ahead.  I push and pull just as hard and manage to throw one  or two over the railing.  As I enter though a door I  find a room with multiple people standing around.  More rose bouquets are present here.  We put the  flower down on the floor and want to chop them up into smaller bits in order to properly  replicate the painting we saw earlier.  I arrange the pieces again and again  but never manage to find the perfect proportions.  When we are about to  start cutting the flowers up again,  I can spot,  in the corner of my eye, the door handle of the same door I  entered through, moving a tad downward. We start  hacking and  trimming and  cutting and was we do that the door opens. She who made the painting enter.  We've been caught in making a forgery.  Shame fills the room. A bowl of water, in which rose petals covered in pepper floats. A travel  bus filled with  people that I don't recognise. We're preparing for a journey, a long trip.  I am holding a  thick sleeping  back that I am trying to roll up. I manage to make it as tiny as can be and slip it into a small film of plastic. Now I must find a box or a container to store it. Outside, on the curb I start a  conversation with a midget  photographer. He might have a box.  I go looking for  an elastic band to tie  off some spool of wire he handed to me.  A familiar,  soft looking face approaches me.  She hands me a box with war  films and a number of documentaries about a  war that has yet to happen.  There's one VHS cassette that got mixed in. I hug her, thank her and kiss her on the cheek.
87: Sepulchre (Keyword: Home): 10 tasks I completed from chapter 'B', this surely begs for celebration. I even completed the Yellow Rose.  Everything I have I pack neatly into two piles. One for immediate use and one of items to be used on the second day.  The items for the second d ay I want to leave on the corner of a table,  but considering they would be there all week I decide not to.  Thus they are to be  placed in a safe spot  in the mausoleum.  A red spirit guides me to a small run down and boarded sepulchre.  I remove the boards and enter the small,  dark, musky room. The air is colder and stale. I am greeted by two friendly parasitic worms. I sleep with them,  I eat with them and I live with them for a while. The sepulchre is tiny, but sports  three doors in the back.  I open each one of  them and find nothing but dust and gerbil feed. A mouse settled there solely for the free food. After a day, or two, or maybe three I decide to leave. I feel I have imposed too much on their  hospitality  already.  She tells me that is not true and wishes me to stay. He agrees with her but I can tell from the tone of his voice he wishes me to leave. I depart and walk through the dead field  that has graves for flowers back to wherever  I can from.  As I enter the  town square I notice how much it has changed when I was gone.  They're not the  type of changes that  occur when you are gone for some days,  but rather the type of changes  that take hundreds of years.  "When my friends Randell  gets expelled  and returns home;  Nothing. When he gets expelled  and returns home many come and offer him water.  When my friend Richard  was expelled and returned home; Nothing.  When he gets expelled and returns home then all the wise come out and welcome him back home". That is what I hear someone tell the crowd that surrounds me in a slightly bitter tone.
88: 2134 (Keyword: Driver): A woman asks  me if what she is wearing is presentable enough to go for a walk. I tell her she looks fine as I continue to walk,  and enter a house.  The first room  consists  of a narrow,  wooden bench made of nothing but a  piece of wood attached to the walls and a green door of which the paint has begun  to blister A lady sits here in the windowsill, smoking her cigarettes.  I pass through the sunburned door into another  room and through another green door into the next. Here six people sit humming,  each their own tune, and talking to themselves. I go back to  the previous room to sit there and wait in silence.  One of the six comes out of his  room and appears to be in a fit of rage,  he must to speak to John about something important. It is vital that he gets to him. Now! He is not yet violent but he is bordering the point where one would just smash everything to bits. He attempts to leave the first room, and  enter the outside world, but we were instructed he,  and the other five,  are to be kept inside at all cost. The moment this ball of anger of a man almost manages to escape the room,  John arrives,  and he happily retreats back  inside his room.  Whilst this storm was brewing the  bus arrived that we had all been waiting for.  I enter and attempt to pay, but there is an issue with  verifying  payments.  I try again and again until there is a  check-mark that appears on the driver's forehead. Just as the bus has left the station, a young woman shows up.  Running alongside the bus in an attempt to catch up.  She is wearing a thick brown  fur coat,  much like the lady in the  first room had been wearing,  except this coat seemed  cleaner and well taken care off. The coat impedes her movement and,  when she is running as fast as she can,  aids her in kissing the pavement.  The bus let's her on after a showcase of stumbling.  She sits next to me and  she asks who was  sitting in that spot before her. I tell her it was my sense of self. "How will that affect me now that my self is gone?", I ask her.  She does not quite understand what I mean and I tell her it's a bad joke,  "like shoving two loafs of bread into the shirt of some stranger", like I see someone do when I peer outside of the small window of the bus.  We drive on and she hums some tunes until she tells me that a lot of cafeteria are closed at the moment. --  In the UK, in the year 2134, a lot of buildings will become monuments -- is the text I can see carved into the side of a marl-stone building,  worn and blackened with time.  I notice this as she is still speaking to me.  "They're closed because the buildings they occupy are very,  very old,  and with the current trend if strong winds  they risk the odd chance of collapsing".  As we arrive at our destination,  and have all left the bus, I realise that I forgot my wallet.  As I enter the bus once more,  the bus seems cleaner than before. As if someone just unwrapped it from the plastic it was packaged in.  I pick up my wallet,  my backpack and a dry-bag and leave.
89: Teeth (Keyword: Robots): A lane decorated with  grass and trees on either side,  the trees are of a deep dark green.  The canopies are so full that I cannot discern any sunlight yet it is very  much daytime.  We stand at  the beginning of  the lane and we must run towards the end of it. My companion, who was running besides me, loses his shoe but keeps on going nevertheless.  Whoever gives chase to us, and someone is, is not supposed to catch up with us.  It's all a game of pretend.  After some time of play  we are invested too much in the game.  The lane has disappeared and we are  now navigating  through a maze of twisting and  turning and morphing walls of a white, reflective looking stone. A woman, who was running also and appears to have been involved in constructing this maze joins me and we stand together. She whispers  something through a microphone  that was attached to the wall,  I could only see the red wire attached to the device she spoke into.  I could not hear what words  she spoke or if she spoke them to anyone in particular but one of the walls lifts into the air and we can pass in between the walls them self. Her face has a certain look of guilt on it, as if she knows she wasn't supposed to open up the maze like that but did it anyways. Only now do I notice what she looks like. She wears a black sundress, that seems to absorb any  and all light as I cannot discern any wrinkles in it. She's barefoot which strikes me as odd, considering where we are  and what we're doing.  Her hair of jet black and tied into a braid that hangs on her back. Her face looks young and smooth, pale, and still carries a guilty look. She's gone. After I notice what she looks like she vanished into thin air.  I take her sleeping bag that she was carrying with her and sleep on the floor, right there where she disappeared. As I look down on my feet, in the darkness that has engulfed me,  I can see the head of a sheep.  He peeks around the corner and at me.  When I look closer and strain my eyes a bit I see it's no sheep by a man. As fast as I  can manage I rid myself of  the bag and rush towards hip and beat him to a pulp.  Four robot boys show up when I am through with the man. They  ( whomever that may be ) think that the only way to win is to  train a group  of robots.  They all carry pistols that do nothing at all.  I grab one of theirs and  proceed to  use it as a bludgeon to  beat them. Once I am finished and feel that I have won I see an overview of the maze I was just in.  There is a feeling of gnawing on my flesh by a set of blunt  teeth as I slowly float above the maze itself.  An annoying tune s tarts to play  in the background as I float further.  The maze is populated  by small bits and pieces of cobblestone, and tiny pebbles that are trying to navigate through  the maze.
90: Plaster (Keyword: Glue): The staircase I ascend consists of white stairs and white walls, the walls have started to peel off.  The plaster is as thick as my wrists and in it there is a web of iron bars to hold it all together.  Now it just leans across the  stairs on the wall opposite to it's own, former wall.  I pass underneath and enter the roof.  On it I find grass and trees and plants,  a whole roof garden flourishes here. I spot some  people having drinks off  in the distance and a young,  rat-faced boy near me.  He wears grey clothes  that seem to have been worn for some dozen or so years. I tell him I care very little if he takes the drinking glass and the plates,  but he has to be careful  for there are  cameras hidden in the trunks of the trees.  He takes the glass and  the plates and exits  through the same door I came from.  I do the same after he is out of sight.  The walls that were falling off  have now been glued back in place,  the rest of  the building appears to be in the same condition.  Run down and glued together. A skinny man with a hunchback posture is hard at work to repair the walls and the floors and everything in between.  I enter a hallway of pitch black walls with little bits of paint missing,  making it seem as if I am walking in outer-space.  As I exit the hallways I find myself on a field of grass,  there are tents everywhere and music plays loudly all across the field.  The tents are rather large,  and come in all colors, they can fit at least a hundred people each. The entrance to the group of tents is guarded by a  sizable negro and a grey-haired woman.  They're taking tickets,  or,  if you don't have one, your appearance.  I walk up to the woman and she says; "you don't look very important,  do you have a ticket?".  I tell her I  am not important and that I do not have a ticket,  all I want to do is return the cup I  hold in my  hand to  the tent I got  it from,  and I point towards a  faded-red tent adorned with a stop sign, the sign has a human figure painted on it.  She lets me on the terrain but notes  that she will keep an eye on me.  I walk between suits and dresses of silk and satin and gold and silver. As I enter the tent I see it to be empty,  the cafeteria  is no longer here.  I leave the tent  and weave a path  trough all the walking glitter and glamour up until the lady that  was supposed to be  watching  me no longer pays attention. I leave the  cup in an elevated flower patch  and proceed back towards the lady and the entrance,  one of the guards is and old history teacher.  He notices me and says;  "Ha-ha! Well look at this.  You are not  important  looking at all."
91: Floats (Keyword: Satin): Same as 90
92: Keeps (Keyword: Glass): I find myself  in a box of glass,  or perhaps plastics, I can't tell.  The four wall are see  through from both sides,  they appear to  be spotless and have no doors as far as I can tell.  Above me rests a lowered ceiling that no doubt has a number of secrets tucked away for keeps. A man sits opposite of me.  A rather filthy and dirt looking individual that possibly smells just as bad as he looks but I do not seem to smell anything at all.  He is in the process of displaying a variety of plastic bags  and jars and boxes on a desk that stands between us. The various  containers are filled  with brown and bloody contents.  Among them are eyes, bloody feces and a pair of testicles that he claims were once his. He can keep them, I say,  I have no need of those as I have my own still.  Outside of the box  I can see a lady wearing a mouth-mask and  instinctively I warn the man sitting across the table that 'she' is here.  We hide the contraband under-neath  the desk like little children would. She opens one of the walls with her elbows, struts in,  walking as if she owns the place, and puts the thick binder she carries on another table that is not ours.  She inspects us, the box, takes notes and dissipates as if she was never there in the first place. She was more of a spectre than a human. I could clearly see her enter but never saw her exit
93: 42 (Keyword: Breathe): Blonde hair tucked into a pony tail, shorts that appear to have been cut by her by hand with  scissors that weren't up to the task,  off-brand  sneakers  and a shirt that almost droops from her shoulders.  We walk down the street together, the street that seems to shimmer from the water that rests on it's surface. The night sky above us looks as bright as the one below. She needs some money, some 42 coins of silver. I scratch my head in a very specific spot, there is a small lump where I scratch, so that small silver coins appear in my mouth. I spit out the coins,  hand them to her, and repeat the process.  When she has accumulated sufficient funds she boards the ship. A land boat but a boat nonetheless. As do I however I board a ship of my own, a ship that I commandeer. I sail the vessel in front of them to pass them before they pull out,  the burden of the crowd on board of the ship is cause for a delay in departure.  They're still attached to the water with a heavy,  metal chain that has been worn down by the water.  Our destination is  a camping grounds where we find  a road carved with deep tracks of the rubber legs of  some heavy vehicles that passed recently.  There are two entrances, a slim and small one for pedestrian and one for vehicles.  I attempt to pass through the smallest gate first but fail. Then I try for the larger one through which I fit perfectly. A man halts my vehicle,  he wishes to inspect it first.  He looks at the trailer and mumbles some numbers under his breath.  42. An elongated  table made of a dark  wood that appears soaked in oil.  Seated in similar looking  chairs all around the table are  people eating their food.  We sit and dine. Some girl asks me what I drank. I tell her it was water. I notice the girl is the exact same girl I gave silver coins to. She tells me that I did not drink water at all,  she smelled the vial that she found inside of my back- pack and concluded  there was no water inside of it.  She holds the vial in her hands, the vial is sealed with an  odd looking cap that seems out of place. Not only did she smell the wrong flask, she also went through my belongings and all this gets me worked up. I hit the table with my fist,  look at her with disgust and push he lightly  in order to signal that I do not like it when someone goes and looks through my property. She tumbles and falls, light as a feather.  When she hits the ground she  looks up with a  face that tries  to convey regret and guilt. My view is no longer that of my eyes  but that of a floating set of eyes that hovers  somewhere above us in the air.  I can see what  would happen had I hit her. A kid would try to stand up for her but fail to be intimidating, armed police would show up,  the kid would walk away out of frustration and destroy a television set on the way out,  and I would run  after a  phantom image  of the girl I had just hit. The girl, accompanied by a white boy of average height and carrying a wig of dreadlocks on his head, runs through a set of revolving doors out onto the street. In my pursuit I never physically see them, I can only make out their  reflection in  the windows  of the doors,  of the buildings,  of the puddles on the street.  I follow  the mirage  across the street and into a dull looking building filled with machinery.  She has jumped  onto a  conveyor and I follow suit.  We ride  this belt  for a while  as if it's a slow moving roller-coaster but the illusion  soon lifts  when I spot them both sitting on a chrome looking set of rails that  pulls them both into a  mechanical mouth that has no other desire than to eat them whole. Their skulls are crushed with ease without sound or blood.  I realise I am next and notice that it is already too late for me to attempt an escape. All I can hear is; "BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE IN IN IN".
94: Damp (Keyword: Conlcusion): Basement. Damp and dark. Perhaps not a basement at all,  perhaps an underground bunker or cave.  The floor certainly reminds me of a cave,  it's coarse and all but flat and not to forget, almost wet. This underground shelter is filled with others,  I cannot see them but I sense them, hear them, s mell them.  With some dim light that I hold in the palm of my hand I can see their faces; all twisted and morphed  and misshapen due the long prolonged exposure  to the darkness and moisture that inhabited this grotto long before they did.  If they  can help me secure a silver blade,  I will help them escape. Their leader, who's face is no less contorted then theirs, asks the crowd who is willing to come along, .....! Silence.  Then one speaks, then another and  soon the entire cavern roars.  He, another, and I,  ascend a gunmetal black staircase out of the hole and into the air.  Once at the top, and outside,  we walk through an immense hall.  An empty hall with massive  windows reaching from ceiling to floor and back,  some still decorated with curtains,  others decorated with holes in their bodies.  We exit the hall through  a sliding  door made  of glass,  and in impeccable condition, onto a tar roof who's  puddles glitter brightly in the twilight.  I discover  I no longer wear any shoes, or maybe I never wore any, and thus tiptoe across the wet roof,  skipping over and past the miniature ponds. We cross a metal bridge, an empty street,  around a vacant house,  into a small alley and then, and only then,  to our destination.  All in order to shake off some  invisible pursuant. Beach. Dry. It's twilight still.  - I recall the story of a woman who once rode her bike at high speed and slammed the breaks right before she would ride off a the edge of a cliff. She flew across the abyss and on the other side, which she did manage to reach,  she collided with a giant set of dentals. This caused her to lose all of her teeth. She was ruined, her teeth were here everything and so she sobbed and sobbed.  Until she won,  in a lottery,  one out of two exclusive laser-weapons.  She claimed it, sold it and made 2.7 something billion from the ordeal. She bought herself a nice pair of teeth and lived happily ever after. - As I look up, after remembering the story,  I see a little boat descending from the sky. Accompanied by a lamp it descents down to the beach.  I make my way to the miracle and see if was attached to a parachute, not such a miracle anymore. I take it back to where I sat and see another,  and another,  and another.  One lands in the water and therefor I have to sail it back, I don't know how or why I reached this conclusion. Regardless,  I get in the water and in doing so drop a shirt,  a pair of neatly folded pants and a leather belt into the water.  The shirt and  pants staid afloat and were easy to retrieve,  the belt sunk and was harder to get. As I swim to the boat I notice the current.  It pulls and pushes and wrestles until I  realise that there is no chance I will get this boat back to shore,  let alone  reach it  in the  first place.  The water is rising fast.
95: Victoria (Keyword: Aunt): Victorian lamps, couches, tables, chairs, carpets, chandeliers, doors, windows, writing desks, cabinets, shelves and bookcases,  closets, sideboards,  bathtub, toilets, shower,  faucets and one or two items  that I've probably forgotten by now. The items that rest on, in, near, under,  next to and on top of these main building blocks of the innards of the house we reside in, are surprisingly new. The staircase is wide and bulky and extends both downwards and upwards. We,  an unknown person and myself, stand in the dimly lit hallway with our backs to the stairs preparing  food on top of a desk that is clearly not up to the task.  We do all of this as quiet as we can lest we wake up the upstairs residents,  they must not wake.  Those sleeping on the second floor do not know we are here, and I get a feeling that we are here illegally.  Once we hear some noise,  I am not even sure what it was, we flee downstairs as quick as we can.  I find myself in a living that  springs to life only after  I stood there for a second taking in the room. Cousins,  uncles,  aunts and various figures I don't know,  or do but have forgotten, seems to put on a show. As if they're a set of puppets,  a show that sprung into  motion when  I tripped the invisible  wire when I entered the room.  One of my  cousins sit far back  in the room on an old and dusty leather couch holding a champagne bottle in his left hand.  His sunglasses hide most of his face and if you told me he was dead and propped up for fun, I'd believe it. We're watching  some show on an  old black and  white television  that seems to hypnotise everyone. The sound that comes from the television set is muffled and appears to originated from another room.  My aunt is coughing behind me,  a dry and painful cough.  The others all appears  to be curled  up together  as if to protect themselves from a blizzard.  Now I seem  to have  caught her cough too.
96: Keep (Keyword: AuntVote): Marl stone walls decorated with forests of moss fed with rain and mist from two moats. One inside the walls and one on the outside.  A keep that has started to fall into ruin  but still largely in it's original state with a modern touch in some place.  Like the metal railing around the old watchtower or a set of mega-phones hanging from the  walls in some place.  The gate is open as we enter the fortress and head straight for the check-in desk.  We have reservations but due to the large influx  of new arrivals we  have to wait a while.  We're seated on white plastic chairs (another modern addition) in the crowded courtyard. We sat there for a while, how long I can't tell,  and were called by one of the guards in the watchtowers that looked over the courtyard.  As I looked up at the voice from above  I saw a scantily clad woman posting guard. ( Perhaps another modern addition? )  We left our seats behind, crossed the courtyard and passed through a gate after which we entered a vast hall that looked more like a modern train-station than an old keep. In from of us,  on the floor,  lay a dead man dressed as a fox. There was blood pooling all around him yet he simply got up and left. This incident left none of us confused and we proceeded to the tracks where we, with so many others, waited for the trains to arrive. All the trains are filled to capacity,  even when they arrive,  so it is hard to imagine finding an empty spot.  A number of men and women,  dressed in blue jackets and shorts with blue hats to match,  were managing  who sits where and when.  A baby  ran across the tracks, nobody seemed  to care even after I pointed it out.  I walk up and down the track to pass the time and see just  how many people  are waiting for their turn.  The tracks are littered with papers and pamphlets of which I cannot make out the contents. As I walk some man unknown to me says;  "You are no friend of us.", and another,  "You conservatives only vote 'vote'." , and then a lady, "I would turn conservative if the rest of the people had an uprising" .  On return to the spot where I was previously waiting for  the train  I am informed by one the figures in  blue that my spot has been taken.  The train slowly  begins its journey together  with my belongings and I am left behind.  I hop on the moving carriage,  make an attempt to reason with the lady in blue, fail, and decide to sit somewhere else. The carriage I enter is of an odd green color, is filled to capacity  (yet there are still empty seats) and has hardly any lighting. One of the members  of the order of the blue suits is too far away to talk,  the other remains blocked off by a pack  of prepubescent girls whose most notable feature is a set of braces in their mouths.  A man at  the back  of the carriage stands out.  His face is lit up brightly,  under his nose hangs a voluminous mustache, his body is  covered by a  greasy blue hoodie  and in his hands he holds a near perfect slice of pizza.  The moment I  approach him he  vanishes  into the same tunnel the train does.  I give up,  sit down and  wait until  the next station.
97: Saffran (Keyword: Flicker): Waiting whilst  sitting  on a bike i n front of a store,   I do not  know who I am waiting for. My patience runs out,  I decide to ride down the road.  A crowd of young  energy pulls  out from  some parking  lot.  Interracial  couples kiss dark figures drink from even darker bottles, the whole flock  makes noise as if their ears have stopped working.  Someone in the group  mentions their fear for refugees as I pass them.  Further down the road I halt in front of a gate after which lies a park.  Standing at the gate  I recall a pair of twins walking next to me as I tell them  how cool it  must be to be of Indian descend.  Free entry to the United Kingdom and Canada and India. They agree. Back to the darkness. A number  of people are talking, they are looking for someone lost.  All of  them have a light attached to their foreheads. They look at me but I am not he but I will aid them. We hop a fence, one of those fences that just aren't high enough and the 'spikes' on top  of the fence aren't exactly sharp either. One of those fences that will stop a wanderer but  not those who want to enter. A schoolyard that seems used  and a school building that has passed a point of no return. We talk as we walk but to  me it sounds like  mumbling of non-existent words.  The light of a television set is flickering inside the building, it lights up  part of the inside. He's here.  When he is outside, and after we've been reunited, I flick through some  images on  my phone  and find the  quality of  the pictures and the clarity  of them all to be amazing for photos taken at night. As I look through the collection  of pictures I notice some that I don't recall taking. A lady shows up, old and stern. She says we must come with here,  we're not meant to be here.  We fan out and run in separate directions. She yells; "If you take Saffranic lessons you have nothing to fear". I turn back around with the primal urge to  run away again.  In the distance  red and  blue lights are  dancing on all the buildings  around us. I decide that I will  run away  at the  entrance.
98: Afternoon (Keyword: Fair): Old man. Balding. Ponytail. Thick white hair. I can smell a cool summer breeze. His client wishes me a good morning. It's three in the afternoon. I tell him to take a look at the clock. Okay, good afternoon. I leave him behind as he starts to gather his clients around him. I run up a steep hill in rather uncomfortable army boots,  I reach the top without too much effort.  When I halt for a moment to tie my laces I hear a faint voice. "Wait for me, wait for me".  A girl leads a group of runners up the hill, she asks me if I am also here for the challenge "No". We run through a neighbourhood, left at the shutters  into a toilet stall which hosts a statue of jesus and back out  of the stall again straight into an ocean. Seemingly endless amounts of water.  We swim for a fair while,  although the distance is hard to guess as there are no markers. We stop to admire a fish statue.  The girl smashes the statue  until there is just dust and dirt left. A new statue grows from  the water. She repeats her actions and the water repeats his. We float up into the air unto some platform. We're giving drinks, we drink and arise from ourselves, free from flesh. I fall down,  they help  me back up.
99: Pancake (Keyword: Still) Empty field,  surrounded by various trees and plots of farmland, next to a long and empty road that is in  top condition. A gathering of  test subjects and the woman who did it. She gave us a gene edit. No more  death for all participants. Three bikers drive on the road, two of them stop where  we are standing and one of them  continues to drive into oblivion. I ask  her if we cannot die or if we cannot be killed. She has to think on it, she doesn't know.  I proceed to stick my hand in a trough filled with hay and ants, who start eating my flesh as soon as they get a chance. They continue to feast, I walk over to a brazier and hold my hand over the fire. My hand starts to melt,  slowly. Pain. Bones.  I pull my hand out of the fire. The molten  bits of black  flesh slowly regain their pink color,  the skin starts to cover up the bones once again. We can't die. Nothing can die anymore.  Everyone starts to experiment with death. I ask,  if we still feel hunger. I am worried that, if we can not die but still feel hunger, and if nothing else can die, we will all starve without death. She thinks some more. A mob on the road. All mulattoes. They start beating people for fun. We can't die anyways. A knife in my hand.  I stab someone. I run. I can feel the knife brush against my leg, exactly where I hid it away,  in order to hide it from the law. Police motor. I still run. It goes too fast, it's  too blurry.  Up a slope  and up a hill towards a set of modern and almost futuristic apartment buildings. It has been a while since the incident of the violent mobs. We still can't die but we fashioned  a new and  better society,  a balanced society. I head inside the apartment complex,  my knife still lays there  on the table, the knife with the blunted and slightly bent tip. I sit down in a chair of sorts, although sitting might be  the wrong word as I am horizontal than vertical. Once seated I pull a mosquito net over the chair. Comfortable and protected I start to move with the chair.  The chair  descends downwards, through a diner and onto the street. The streets are  wet and crowded  and dark, only dimly lit by soft blue lights. The light is natural though, not artificial. I sit next to someone who used to make a television show about food, like what I was going to do today. I was going to test food in restaurants.  The television show  he made never covered this city and thus  I decided  to do it  myself but  now that  they are here, I might not do it after all. I pass a stranger walking and another  on a bike and some more when  I head into a crowded tunnel. I get out of my chair,  meet another member of the  cast of the  same food show.  I tell  him the same story that I already told his colleague. We head inside a room together, a room where we are clothed for the show.  A small girl  dresses me, she wears  an odd  mask on  her  face. Once we are dressed we head into the restaurant, we sit and talk  and order the nine-course-dinner  this restaurant is famous for. Mashed potatoes. They arrive with small holes in them, I mentally drill the holes a little wider. The waiter describer their unlimited pancake menu that we can sign up for. You sign up for one month of for life. If for life they will serve you even after a bankruptcy.
100: Fumble (Keyword: Wait): Backyard. Happy. Fertile.  A railroad runs around the entire yard where we sit. Everyone sits  in white metal chairs around similar tables,  we are all waiting for the train to come. It arrives, the passengers disembark. I get up out of my chair to purchase a ticket. The lady at the booth fumbles  with words and tells me that if I want a ticket, I'll have to wait for a while,  she wants to take a break first. I return to find that my seat has been taken. All chairs occupied. I sit on a wooden bench together with two kids and a dog. They tell me that the train will be full again today.  Yesterday they even had to deny entry to some.
101: Casemate (Keyword: City): 0's birthday. I need to go and find him first. We drive around town to look for him, we have no idea where he might be. Maybe at the large patch of grass where most of us used to go. When we arrive at the dead end road next to the field, I hop out of the car  whilst they turn the car around. He isn't there. We meet 3. She knows him and his family,  she tells us they  arrived home  after a holiday in Barcelona only yesterday. He already celebrated his birthday there in Spain. I tell her I remember how they always went there,  they own a large white tower there.  Rummaging through various boxes  as we continue to talk about the past. Boxes full of video games and movies, all stored in this musky attic.  I wonder if he  would like some of these  games as a gift.  Last year  I gave him an old compact disc  and he loved it more  than anything.  I find myself  in some dank basement composed of bricks, spiderwebs and moisture. Casemate.  Three boys are having a conversation.  One calls me  by name and asks  me to come  over  for a second. It is 1. I congratulate him first and tell him I might come by later to put a present in his mailbox. He thanks me and seems happy that I even racalled it was his birthday today. We walk together for a while.  I know we are talking to each other but it's all in silence.  He asks what things are the best things to have, I tell him it's whatever makes for the best memories. When it iss time to part ways  I ask him what the artist of the compact disc was that I gave him last year. "0".  We part ways.  Exiting this underground maze is harder than it seems.  The walls  are lined with small metal studs.  Once I am outside  of the concrete coffin my niece asks me a plethora of questions. A dog is staring at a snail.  We all wonder if it is safe for him to eat.  Far off in the distance we witness  three worms  climbing down  an old city wall.  One of  the worms has a number of items  strapped to his  body. Someone  behind me informs me that this happens frequently. Worms like to  steal the items from your bedroom and escape via  the walls  of the buildings under  the cover of  the night rain. The sheer amount  of  items  this  worm  has  gathered  on  his  back is  unique  though.
102: Cylinder (Keyword: Recipe): Double date.  Her mother drops her off. We're both interested in road works. We are  sitting on a gigantic grey cylinder.  Beneath us another person  stirs. He could  not finish school  and is questioning the point of it all. He grows ever more angry. I gather gear and supplies to leave. My childhood home. A kid holds a pistol in his right hand, with it he threatens a mother. 9119 is called, this is the anonymous version of 911. Five other  calls were already made, all where concerning the kid and his firearm. Time plays backwards I see my father arrive home before leaving  for work. I am just  in time to warn him about the kid. He already  ran away when the police cut power to the neighbourhood.  I ask people standing on the curb  if they have seen him.  No and yes and all other possible responses. One child saw him too, I head in whichever direction he said he went in. Lost in my own surroundings. I ask a mother and daughter wether or not they know their way around the neighbourhood.  They just moved here from Russia. The old lady speaks of a fish recipe exclusive to Russia but she can't get it here. I tell  her to make it herself,  like a pizza dish  some of our Russian friends made because  nobody else ever seemed  to serve that  kind of food around here. Her daughter speaks to me in a form of cryptic Russian.  I don't understand it.