Quantity: a tl;dr, onesided James/Angela poemstory
Originally written for sh-het's fanworks contest over on Livejournal
The dead are not silent,
and the whole place -
the one existing underneath Toluca Lake
- seems like a giant misnomer to James.
People, though, and not even them,
but them, they, they really do say:
too much, too little, are not, are too
(Laura said that last one to him,
and that was the day she said goodbye,
leaving him wet and alone, actually,
with the voices of hardly Silent Hill).
Mary says to him,
"James, my James,
you are too much",
Maria says to him,
"James, her James,
you are too little",
and the Red Pyramid Thing,
he says to him,
"James, our James,
you are";
but then the old gods of Silent Hill,
they take him back and say:
"James you are-
not."
Eddie doesn't talk much to James anymore;
no, not hardly at all because, you know,
the whole shooting and killing him thing...well,
that kind of puts a damper on any friendship,
really, even one blossoming amidst head noise,
and there's plenty of that,
at the bottom of Toluca Lake.
Sometimes James wishes that Mary,
(not his wife but his Mary)
felt a little angrier over that thing,
that thing,
that thing,
that thing,
that thing,
that he did to her once
(and can't remember what it was...
because Mary,
she talks too much about too much;
and Maria,
she talks too little about too little,
while the Red Pyramid Thing just talks -
and Eddie doesn't).
The gods -
when they take James away from time to time,
to time from time, he searches high and low
(and low and high) for her,
because her words,
her lack thereof,
are as nonexistent as her,
(non)existing in the head noise.
He hears her in his head,
and she says to him:
since Angela Orosco is:
a salmon jumping in-
to the mouth of a bear;
and James Sunderland is:
a car rolling in-
to the bottom of a lake.
From the gods James hears talk that:
once there were too many salmon,
then there were too few salmon,
and then there were salmon,
but now there are no salmon.
beneath Toluca Lake.