“My name is Juliet—I assume the program is accurate and your name is Jim. Do you want to make love to me, Jim? I mean for real? You have already m...de me melt with your poetry. It’s as if I’ve already given myself to you.”I wanted to fuck her. If she wanted to phrase it as “making love,” I didn’t object. And, yes, of course, I did want to paint her. That obviously meant I wanted to fuck her as well. I wanted to fuck all of those I’d chosen to model for me, women and men alike. To want to paint. I was able to locate the epicenter, somewhere near the town of Oodnadatta. However residual effect from the source prevented me from scrying the actual town. I was able to get within 10 miles of the town before everything went black."The group looked around and began to mumble to themselves. Finally one of the older members of the group, an aborigine man by the name of Allambee spoke up, his voice was rather unusual, he spoke in the native language of his people with an English translation. With my heart caught in my throat I wasn't able to sayanything, so I pretty much just stood there like an idiot until after hespoke."Hi," he told me with a huge smile and his eyes staring straight intomine. "After you told me what the other girls had done... I... umm..."He looked at my parents and family seeming pretty nervous. "I just hadto get back up here to see how you were doing... I'm sorry, should Ihave called first? I didn't know all your family was here..." I realizedthat he was. Fingers of red strings meandered out from the core. At first, they looked like the mane of a mare. Then, the twines of read got so twisted and discombobulated that an entire unicorn was visible expanding liquid cloud. The shapes invited dreaming. The young woman with the snow white skin, dark locks of hair, and bright red lips kept pressing the razor blade into the inside of her arm. The blood gathered in the skin crevice the blade had pushed. With enough blood reaching critical mass, another.