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A small bobbin blue sits with headphones over each ear in a plush purple bean chair. Her eyes rest shut as she sways her head back and forth, smiling, squishing her cherry berry cheeks, pushing her eyes deeper within. Red hues grow along with the sonic painting, as fairies emerge & multiply in threes.
“Mhmm,” she giggles, along with the winged entities, growing larger and larger in her vision... Don’t forget... don’t forget... don’t forget...
The strawberry red swirl she swims through soon turns to the white walls of the living room as her eyes open to the hunched over back of the performer sitting towards her right. She looks forward to a chemist cooking across from her in the kitchen...!
“Dad!” A fusion of smoke & steam erupt & boil over. The performer takes off his headphones and looks from a glass board.
“Chem what are you doing?” He asks as the chemist dances around boiling liquid while carrying an infant blue.
“I’m cookin!” He shouts turning down flames.
“What are you doing besides having the worlds government after you... performing a show? Are you kidding me!” The chemist laughs, waving the baby blues hand at the performer who smiles then sinks back in the couch.
“I made a lil track just now as a matter of fact,” he motions to the glass. The Chemist sets the infant on the kitchen counter. “Wanna hear?”The Performer adds..
“Yes!” The little one says excitedly from the bean.
“Chem?”
“Ugh I suppose.” He comes into the room and sits beside the performer on the couch. “Let’s hear it,” he says with a grin. The Performer leans forward to the glass and taps...
“Sweetie where’s your brother?”
“Umm,” she goes... “I think the back in his room.” The Chemist nods.
“You have a son?” The Performer asks. The Chemist gives an awkward look.
“Oh yeah that...” he chuckles. “Well let’s listen.”
The Performer swipes his red finger along the glass amping the volume.
“Don’t forget before you leave I have a care package for you,” The Chemist says. “You’ll need it.” The Performer nods.
“Close your eyes it’s better,” The Performer says...
“Man mate, when was the last time I seen you.”
“Quite some time.”
“Wow beautiful... you just made this?” The chemist asks.
“Haha yeah,” Mate says. The chemist eyes shut drifting his head along with his daughter. “Wow. You got any words for it?”
Mate thinks... “Said my names Mate and I’m lookin for a date ha!” The chemist, daughter & baby blue each laugh and drift in more.
“These mother fuckers know where I’m at come and get me then these mother fuckers know where I’m at get me then.”
“Damn mate,” The chemist says and sits up. “These mother fuckers know where I’m at come and get me then.” The chemist moves his eyes from the furry carpet below to a small speck dot standing on the table. “They do know where you’re at,” The Chemist whispers. “Mate!” He shouts, grabbing him. “They do know where you’re at!”
“What?” He shakes. 
“Mate look,” he points to the dot soldier. Mate’s eyes drop as the chemist runs to the kitchen, opens and ignites a small glass box “Mate!” He looks back “throw it here! Throw it!” Mate looks down and reaches fast for the dot. “Throw it!” Mate flicks his red finger and the microscopic soldier cartwheels through the air going into the glass box and combusts. “You gotta go now,” The Chemist says. “Back door there’s a bag for you,” he shouts running to the front door, opening it. “Go mate!”
“Chem,” Mate says standing, looking to the little blue with fiery red hair.
“Mate go I’ve been waiting for the day to stop these cocksuckin’ motherfuckin’ governance mother fuckers!” He shouts looking to the door as choppers fly to. “Go mate. Do what you’re meant to.” Mate nods to the chemist and his children who begin strapping up in gear.
“Thank you,” he says and turns to a tight hallway. Noises come from the room to his right where a large jell like mound slowly slugs out from. “Oh my,” Mate says, passing by the slimy trail that travels into the hall.... he turns into the other room, spotting a small plastic bag with a syringe. Mate grabs it and jumps out a window on a metal platform and ladder. He steps out and sees a pair of blues, one tall and thin the other short and round in the street below stare back. Mate takes a step back strapping the strap of his blue overalls as he makes his way up a ladder.

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