"Five by five, B."
Five by five what?
See, that's the thing. No one knows.
Five by five.
I'm five by five.
Up, down, up, down. Back to where you were in the first place, which is always down. Always. No matter what you do, no matter who you do, no matter
up, down
how you do it-always down. Even she can see that. It's why she won't do it, you know? She can't. It's not even
up, down
that she can't. She doesn't want to,
up, down
and damned to hell if I can't see why. Damned to hell even though I can.
down
Miss her. Miss him. Miss 'em both. Couldn't have then both, though. Too much death. Like the prodigal daughter, only less huggy-smoochy and more fight-to-the-death.
down
I've got myself, though. That's all I need. Anyone who can't see that is blind or deluding themselves. Or both. It's happened.
down
Miss him more. She loved me, but he wanted me. And that, B, makes a world of difference. You never wanted me. Your friends never wanted me. I was yours for a while, B. We were great together. You, me, we could have made that town great. Made it into what it should have been.
Slayerfest, eh?
I remember you telling me about that. Too bad I missed it, huh? We'd have taken them out, badda-bing-badda. None of this messing around.
That always threw me. You weren't a messer. You were always there for your Watcher, for your mom, for your pals. Everything right, everything good.
mother said straight ahead not to delay or be misled
That's you, B.
Miss me much? Of course not. I'm the savage, ruthless killer. No consequences.
Think of me? Think of me at night, when the Slayer instincts are calling and you have to obey, it's singing in you and you go out and you kill and kill and kill until there's nowhere left to go and all you need is sweet sweet release to soar?
Been there, B. Feels like you could just sit on top of the mountain and laugh at everyone going by, but they'd love you. They'd love you.
Of course you don't think of me. Not until you have to. They don't get me, that's the thing, and you play along, until eventually I'm out like a rocket. Out of their world, and now that means I'm out of yours, too.
I think about you, B. Well, duh. I mean, why wouldn't I? You and him. Really, the best family I've ever had. Sister, we're a pair.
Miss you.
I know what you're thinking. I know what you want to know. And I'll tell you. It's the same as it's always been. You oughta know by now, B.
Five by five.
Wonder
And pain
And terror
And sick silly songs
Of sorrow,
And the marrow
Of the bone
Of life
Are smeared across
Her mouth.
The road
From Verona
To Mantova
Is dusty
With the drought.
--Juliet, Langston Hughes
Five by five what?
See, that's the thing. No one knows.
Five by five.
I'm five by five.
Up, down, up, down. Back to where you were in the first place, which is always down. Always. No matter what you do, no matter who you do, no matter
up, down
how you do it-always down. Even she can see that. It's why she won't do it, you know? She can't. It's not even
up, down
that she can't. She doesn't want to,
up, down
and damned to hell if I can't see why. Damned to hell even though I can.
down
Miss her. Miss him. Miss 'em both. Couldn't have then both, though. Too much death. Like the prodigal daughter, only less huggy-smoochy and more fight-to-the-death.
down
I've got myself, though. That's all I need. Anyone who can't see that is blind or deluding themselves. Or both. It's happened.
down
Miss him more. She loved me, but he wanted me. And that, B, makes a world of difference. You never wanted me. Your friends never wanted me. I was yours for a while, B. We were great together. You, me, we could have made that town great. Made it into what it should have been.
Slayerfest, eh?
I remember you telling me about that. Too bad I missed it, huh? We'd have taken them out, badda-bing-badda. None of this messing around.
That always threw me. You weren't a messer. You were always there for your Watcher, for your mom, for your pals. Everything right, everything good.
mother said straight ahead not to delay or be misled
That's you, B.
Miss me much? Of course not. I'm the savage, ruthless killer. No consequences.
Think of me? Think of me at night, when the Slayer instincts are calling and you have to obey, it's singing in you and you go out and you kill and kill and kill until there's nowhere left to go and all you need is sweet sweet release to soar?
Been there, B. Feels like you could just sit on top of the mountain and laugh at everyone going by, but they'd love you. They'd love you.
Of course you don't think of me. Not until you have to. They don't get me, that's the thing, and you play along, until eventually I'm out like a rocket. Out of their world, and now that means I'm out of yours, too.
I think about you, B. Well, duh. I mean, why wouldn't I? You and him. Really, the best family I've ever had. Sister, we're a pair.
Miss you.
I know what you're thinking. I know what you want to know. And I'll tell you. It's the same as it's always been. You oughta know by now, B.
Five by five.
Wonder
And pain
And terror
And sick silly songs
Of sorrow,
And the marrow
Of the bone
Of life
Are smeared across
Her mouth.
The road
From Verona
To Mantova
Is dusty
With the drought.
--Juliet, Langston Hughes