City of Roses
A serialized phantastick on the ten thousand things & the one true only.

Season One : Autumn into Winter

“Wake up…”
Prolegomenon
When the Phone rings What is Needed a Narrow Office an Unwanted Promotion Waiting, Watching It’s Raining Again What She Says is True In Carcosa Terms “It’s late” The Merits of a Quarrel A Wicked Thing Awakening “An utter disaster” an Unexpected Call None of Her Concern “What were you thinking?”
Fidessa
“July, July!” Ganesa’s Smile Portland, Divided into Four Fifths Brazilian Beer, Thai Noodles Shooting the Moon Light from Fluorescent Ceiling Panels a Dusty Hollow Going Home What is so Dangerous “Chickie chickie?” Scattering the Hounds Unexpected Violence Sanctuary The Music’s Loud as Gentlemen Settle the Second Thrust the Nighttime City, Filled with Light Fareless
Zoobombing
One of the Club’s Private Dining Rooms Getting Cute “You don’t have to be any good at it” This is Not a Sales Call Hopeless Paperwork Ysabel Triumphantly the Changing of the Guard Now and Here a Mound of Bicycles “Le Trash Blanc?” Not her man Something, Anything, It Very simple questions Whipped Cream Like most people Zoobombing This Ray guy Marfisa in the Hall What he wants to Hear
a-Hunting
Five hundred bucks the Thing in the Shadows a Half-dozen T-shirts, most of them black Formal dress Some qualities of Vengeance Every felicitation the Lights above Leaning green Glad Wide Jars What happened, What didn’t “Puertas a mi izquierda” We Revellers the Duke’s ecstatic Her choice Down by the Ice Rink a Side-bet a Roomful of Gentry Her honor the Very Air They march the Conquering Hero
Freeway
The Printer spits It’s covered a Scale of One to Ten the Half-full Glass Dog-catchers Hanging up “Could you maybe describe” the whole Five Hundred Room to Clap No Duty Bound Lighting a cigarette Life and Limb an even Half Dozen Those teeth “Eleleu!” Backlash before the End Clip-Clop-Clip “Leo, honey”
Anvil
Just a little She smiles Spilled milk “Who are the three lions?” a Mild and Temperate Knight Her hair Exaltation What he said the Blue umbrella the Three Acorns Roly-poly Gang Bang “Just let it ring” Her promise Becker runs his hand an Invitation Her Haircut that Mild and Temperate Knight “Of course!” says Ysabel Unbuttoning at Her table Happy Birthday Sitting on the Banks of the Sea
Gin-soaked
Two fingers of Bourbon “Me People” a Big Man straining What she Owes Four Simple Lessons A shell of Glossy White a Frank and Open Exchange Rabbits in their Den “Turn up there” such steep Freight the Pinch of the Times one Hell of a shiner the Doors kicked Open Sidney rests maybe Blue a Dispute over Loss Dirty Laundry
Beauty
“Let’s do it in one” His madly jerking Eyes a Venti Vanilla Latte a Five-dollar Bill a (brief) Disquisition on Love On her back on the bed in the dark Getting Ready Speaking Precisely Twenty-eight thirty the Refrigerator Light “Draw your sword” One Long Swallow Something’s Up Laughing she Opens the Door Not even breathing Something Sharp “Hold out your hand” Awake, she
Giust
Marfisa falls Just two Blocks away He’s stepping out a Boon his Treat something Wet & Ruined Raw Green Peas three Questions only “Subparagraphs and shit” Tarnish an Indecisive Cream a Change of Clothes one Hell of a Cue the Sound & the Light Bare branches, Dead leaves Sorry We’re Closed a Chivalrous thing when We are Queen “What were you thinking?”
Surveilling
Whistling tunelessly up that Hill Sunlight softly almost a Vacation Fennel & Sorghum Everything in their Power Three men standing not any Courtesy His filthy Mind What the Lord requires Groaning the Shape Tête-à-tête “Your reason for leaving?” Marking the Spot Mr. Charlock sits the Sword in the floor Baker, Juliet, India the Woman kneeling by the tub
Rounds
The light from the Television what Time it is “Is it the money?” What they’re getting little more than a Closet Why he’s doing it Mademoiselle Juliette “I am the house” what the Starling does Tits & Ass & Oh “What I think is maybe” Modern and more Equitable the Strong Hand on the Strand Unreservedly rounding a Corner Next Thursday no Hullabaloo to have gone Dancing like Bubbles “Sir? Sir?”
The Dazzle of Day
Innocency
A small room Where else, What else Crouching naked Mr. Keightlinger refuses “I don’t know how much longer it’ll hold” Jasmine refusesa Jump; a Landing When the Alarm Clock buzzes How it is What she Shouldn’t have done the wrong damn Hatch Tinny music a Knife in the Back One goes alone Filled to the Brim with Girlish Glee How it Should be “Where are they?” White Feathers in Her hair

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