Clockwork Yellow 3

i'm drivin and drivin. if the millicents catch us, we all plead diplomatic immunity. that means that i can do bloody well as i please. we have the papers to prove it.

drivin and drivin through the woods of New York, drivin and drivin til we hit home way out in the boondocks.

"Excuse me, Miss, but I believe I am lost. Could you please let us in?"

"I really don't know you and my husband is not home. I can't let you in?"

"We are really from South Korea and Catherine Deneuve's daughter is with us."

"Is she really?" she checks through the camera.

"Well, you look like such polite company. Why not?"

I sit down. Dolores sits down. il-yi-wa and kuh-yuh sit down.

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

"But of course."

I like a glass of wine now and then. I have memories of the Kolova Milkbar with the ultraviolent villicents, edging you up real hard. I remember wanting those devochkas.

I have a little bit of wine.

"I must confess, I was a little eerie of letting you in. Are you actors and actresses? There's a bit of an Asian craze nowadays."

"Yes," I answered.

"May I take a photgraph?"

"Yes."

We all pose for a group photo.

"What films are you in?"

"There's going to be a remake of Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange titled Clockwork Yellow and I am to play the lead role."

"Really. I always thought of that movie as verging on pornography."

"So does reality."

She smiled a small smile and then brought her kids in and they asked all sorts of questions and they were so cute and cumbersome and they gave us coka cola and I no longer felt like killing them all and burying them Sometimes I think about cutting the dead body up in pieces like sushi and floating them out at sea. It's a curious feeling because I have never really been attracted to violence per se. I enjoyed seducing women but only with their consent, then I would prepare their coffins, take the light of their fire and turn it into mine so I could live forever. I don't know. I actually found this family genuinely good and kind, not all these phonies who give you the chase and then rob your eyes blind of all sanity and sense.

I looked into our hostesses' eyes and then more deeply and I soaked up all her energy and she fell asleep on the spot.

"Dolores, we should not prey on the good."

"What are you into, waste management?"

"I just don't believe in doing evil just for evil's sake."

"You believe in a morality of evil?"

Her body lay there, calm and submissive. She wanted all her problems to go away for a day. I wanted nothing more than to get out of there. Her breasts seem to blossom before me. Her flesh looked more and more white and pale. Her lips appeared a paler shade of red. I could not tell if she was made of marble or flesh. She wanted to be kissed and conquered for a day.