Felix smoothed his black tee shirt over his chest. He stood with his hulking arms fidgeting the entire time he was in front of the door within the dimly lit bar. He was positioned inside and two fellow bouncers were stationed outside the door.
Felix watched men and women wind their way in and out of the crowd. He kept mental notes on who was speaking to whom as well as the tone of all their demeanor. It was his job to break up any aggressive disagreements. It was his nature to notice the minutes before any altercation and prevent them from occurring completely.
The bar hosted a loud band screaming lyrics that would be poetic if read in a silent room. The music throbbed under Felix's feet and he could feel the tension pulsating in the air. He had a premonition of a quarrel but could not foresee the oddity to occur by the close of the night.
Two girls who were regulars on the nights Felix bounced walked through the door. Mika had been dating Felix for two years and Aurora was her best friend. The two were inseparable. Mika dragged her fingertips along Felix's bare arm and smiled at him while she passed. Felix smiled and if someone was looking directly into his eyes the very moment Mika's fingertips lay on Felix they would have seen a glow shine from within him.
Felix's glance lingered on Mika as her fingers wrapped around her beer and within his thoughts he pulled it from her hands so they would be free to wrap around him. His affection for her was insatiable. It was distracting to have her perched on a bar stool in an old pair of jeans and tight faded tee shirt while he was to spread his attention throughout the whole of the bar.
The door opened behind him and Felix moved from the path to allow a fellow bouncer to enter.
“The guy who just left said his friend is looking for someone. -Thinks there might be a fight.”
Felix took a cursory view of the patrons and saw nothing unusual. “You know who it is?”
“Black boots, melon patch.”
The words seemed unusual, but Felix was on the lookout. Half the patrons wore black boots. What is a melon patch, Felix thought?
Mika walked to Felix with a cold bottle of water retrieved from the bartender and held it out smiling with her eyes as well as her lips. Felix reached for the bottle and before he could extend verbal gratitude, a guy walked behind Mika, pulled the water bottle from her hand and leaned in to her to say, “This ape is too mean for you. You need a sweet guy who can treat you right.”
Without hesitation and before he had finished disgorging his pick-up line, Mika released the water bottle, stepped away from Felix and blinked her eyes. Felix reached for the guy's wrist, snapped it, and heard it crack through the deafening music. As Felix turned the guy on his heels and held him against the wall, he noticed on the shoulder of his seasoned denim jacket was a bright green and pink watermelon patch. Felix's eyes zeroed in on the image and squeezed his arm until he could feel the guy's blood pulsing through his clothing.
The guy moaned and groaned as he was pushed to the floor. Felix opened the door and pulled the guy outside.
“Here's your melon patch,” Felix bellowed and threw the guy on the sidewalk in front of the bar. He put his boot on the guy's chest so he could not move for the seconds it took the outside bouncers to get to him.
Mika stood on the side and asked her boyfriend when he returned if he was okay. There was no concern for the person dragged from the bar and few patrons even noticed the altercation. “Fine,” Felix nodded with little acceptance of the care Mika was extending. “I'll take a water if you get me another.”
Mika nodded, bent to get the bottle that had fallen to the floor and returned to the bar to get a fresh bottle for Felix. When she returned, he leaned into her ear and said, “I don't think you should stay here tonight. There is something in the air.”
People say that all the time, Felix thought, and it doesn't mean a thing, does it? Felix looked past Mika into the air to focus on the dust swirling around the beams of light cast from the fixtures. He noticed the shine on the corners of the bar and how the light reflected from the surface. He noticed the way some folks eyes pulled the light in and how some sent out the brightness.
“I'm tougher than you think,” Mika said as she handed Felix the water and winked. She turned on her heel and returned to her place on the bar stool talking to her friend.
Again, the outside bouncer opened the door behind Felix and revealed, “We're getting a hard time from these girls outside. -Gotta let 'em in. -Keep an eye on 'em,”
Felix nodded silently and held his arm across the door to open the threshold to three petite ladies. They wore short skirts and high heels. Each had their face painted with blue and pink shadow over their eyes and bright magenta lip color. Glitter was smeared over their cheeks and their neck as if it was part of a moisturizer under their make-up. They looked young to be in the establishment, but if his co-worker revealed they were insistent on coming in, Felix knew they had proper identification and were not intoxicated; the only requirements for entry. They certainly were not the girls Felix regularly saw in the bar.
The three squeezed into the corner and laughed boisterously while ordering sweet drinks made with fruit juice and liqueurs. Throughout the night, they whooped and hollered. They laughed at every word the bartender said to them including the benign, “Would you like another?”
The show had been over for close to an hour and the bar was quieter in comparison to earlier, with the sounds of fewer patrons and jukebox music pounding through the speakers. Mika and Aurora remained at the bar consuming beer at regular intervals.
Felix opened the door to see the mood outside and noticed there was an eerie calm. The sky was dark in the night but seemed to have a purple sheen through the light of the streetlamps.
“I'm sittin' at the bar,” Felix called out the door to his fellow bouncers who nodded in silent response.
Felix took a seat at the end of the bar close to Mika and Aurora but not next to them. He knew he needed to keep a distance from them. He was working and not there for socializing. He would talk to the bartender, Mika and Aurora, still keeping focused on his work.
The bartender poured sparkling water in a pint glass, dressed it with a lime wedge and plunged a straw though the ice.
“Lemme pay fa that dink.” The voice came from the corner of the bar with the three diminutive waifs who had held up longer through intoxication than anyone at the bar expected. “I”m buyin',” her voice trailed off and she fished in her purse for cash.
Felix called down from his seat, “It's not a drink,” revealing exhaustion in his voice. He did not want a contrary discussion with an inebriant and rolled his eyes at the girl. He shifted his glance to Mika and Aurora who had been drinking beer steadily all night without showing any signs of drunkenness. “Mika,” he called, “you comin' home with me?”
Mika nodded.
The girl from the corner walked quickly on her heels with surprising grace to stand next to Felix. She lay money on the bar and squeezed between him and the stool to his left. “Did you just ask that girl to go home with you when I bought you a drink?” The girl's cheeks turned pink with annoyance. She held Felix's bare arm and although she squeezed with might, he only felt her hand as if it brushed along his skin.
Mika grabbed the wood from the bar and shoved the stool from under her bottom in one motion. Aurora grabbed her arm and said, “It's okay.”
Mika snarled through her nose waiting for Felix to remove the little girl from his arm.
Felix said, “First, you're gonna take your hand off me before I break it.” Felix flexed the muscle in his forearm. The girl released her grip and Felix noticed she left behind a shimmer of glitter on his skin. “Next, you're going to apologize to everyone you offended, pay your tab and then get out'a here.”
“Car, let's go.” The other two girls had risen and walked to support their friend. “Carmen?” Her friend spoke but Carmen ignored. She was busy staring down Felix.
Mika wriggled free from Aurora's grasp and walked to Carmen. “Get out before you get the glitter knocked out of you.”
Carmen's head spun to Mika, “What do you know of glitter?”
The girl no longer sounded intoxicated. Her words were clear and deliberate.
Mika looked into Carmen's eyes that had changed to a golden color. “I know glitter doesn't belong in here and you need to get it the,”
“Whoa,” the bartender interrupted. “Mika, she's drunk.”
Mika inhaled deeply and walked out the door to cool off.
Carmen then climbed on to the stool next to Felix and pulled Felix's water in her hands. She sipped through his straw and grimaced. “What are you drinking?”
“It's a soda.” Felix pulled the glass away from Carmen. “I think you should go back with your friends.”
Carmen shook her head in negation. “I don't think I should. I think I want to share my glitter with you.”
“That's enough Car,” one of her friends said.
Aurora stepped out from the bar to retrieve Mika.
“You know glitter shines from within all of us,” Carmen asked?
Mika and Aurora walked back into the building and bee-lined to the glitter stained girls.
Mika wrapped her hand around Carmen's long red hair and dragged her off the bar stool. Felix leaped from his stool and grabbed Mika around the waist, who refused to release Carmen's hair. Carmen's head flew with Mika's motion thrusting it into the edge of the bar with an unexpected force. Carmen's eye closed with the sting of impact. When she opened her eye, glitter poured from her ocular socket onto the floor.
Mika opened her grasp and let the girl fall to the floor. Upon impact, she burst into countless flecks of metallic glitter. The glitter moved along the floor as someone was sweeping it with a broom. Felix moved as if he was trained to handle explosive glitter. His legs carried him to the front door.
The glitter melded together and grew into the girl who had been sitting at the end of the bar all night. Her friends moved across the floor to join her and the three stood determined to make Felix move so they could leave.
“What are you,” Felix demanded?
“We're just like you.”
“Get out,” Felix growled and opened the door with the preparedness to eject them from the building with force.
They left without further conflict.
ʘ
Felix dried his body after a shower. He rubbed the terry cloth towel over his body again and again. He continued to see glitter appear on his arms and legs. How much did she leave on me, he thought as he revisited the events at the bar?
“Mika,” he called after abandoning hope that he would rid his skin of the shiny motes! “This is so weird,” Felix said as he walked wrapped in a towel to the bedroom and found Mika sitting on the bed unable to move.
“What the,” Felix started to say and readied himself for a fight in his own bedroom!
“Relax,” a man in a blue and yellow striped suit said as he sat on the easy chair in the corner of the room. “Sit.”
Felix felt a calm wash through the room. He sat as he was told to do.
“I understand you met three of our less discreet members this evening.”
Felix asked calmly, “How did you get into my house?”
The man in the chair held his finger up encouraging silence from Felix.
“And, what's wrong with Mika?” Felix turned his head and saw Mika was staring blankly as she sat.
“I need for you to be open-minded Felix. Can you be open-minded?”
Felix nodded and asked quietly, “Who are you?”
“My name is Trevor and I have a job for you if you will accept it.”
Felix blinked to wash away the sight he believed he saw and when he opened his eyes, he squinted to focus in on the light he saw emanating from Trevor. Trevor stood and walked through the room fingering trinkets and dragging his finger along the textured wallpaper as he spoke.
“The ladies who found their way into your establishment this evening are clowns. They are full fledged, transformed clowns. Do you understand?”
Felix shook his head in negation.
“A clown helps control legalized oddities. That is to say that there are things of this world that are a little out of the ordinary. You've seen these things, I'm sure.” Trevor gestured with his hands without drawing Felix's attention to anything specific. “But clowns are unable to exhibit aggression. By the time a clown reaches maturity, they can only send out joy.”
“So what do you want from me?”
“I'm getting to that.” Trevor's mouth curled up into a smile and Felix could see the brightness increase around his eyes. “See, you have already started transforming into clown. The errant piece of glitter you can't wipe from your skin is your skin. You have a happiness seeping through your pores that is the glitter – that is the light.”
“No,” Felix stopped Trevor from talking. “That girl put glitter on me tonight. If it's in my pores, that girl put it in me.”
Trevor looked at Felix still smiling. “As you come closer to living in pure joy, you will seek us out naturally. If you want to work with us in the interim, we need strong aggressive people who will stand behind the tenets of clowning.”
Trevor pulled a booklet from within the lapel pocket of his overcoat. He held it out for Felix to take. Felix hesitated.
“I can leave it for you to read and decide if you would like. But your girlfriend will be dazed until you decide.”
Felix jumped to Mika. He shook her by her shoulders and yelled close to her face, “Mika! What did you do to her?”
Trevor reclined in the chair. “Felix, there is no point in trying to shake the daze from her. She cannot move until I release her.
Felix squeezed his fist into a ball and without thought lunged toward Trevor only to fall on the chair in which Trevor had been sitting. In the second that Felix moved from Mika with his fist, Trevor burst into countless motes of glitter and scrambled to recompose on the other side of the room near the window.
Felix turned his body and saw the light shine through Trevor's hair appearing as thought it was made of the light.
“Please let her go.”
Trevor tapped the book that lay on the bed. “Decide if you want to work as a cleaner. Either way, Mika will be released from the daze when you reveal your decision.
Felix shifted in the chair. Trevor picked up the booklet and dropped it onto Felix's lap. He then burst into glitter. Felix did not know how he left the room, but somehow he felt the air was clear of the happy and distracting dust.
Felix read the booklet. Censoring Loquaciousness with Excessive Agony to Negotiate the Eradication of Rebellious Scoundrels. Cleaners. Cleaners are charged to change certainty by confounding common crowds with chicanery. Furthermore cleaners must detach and dispose of instruments of impudence.
Felix read the words over and over again. He read how during the process of transforming into a clown, cleaners retain the ability to extend aggression and even agony. A concession for living with complete lighthearted joy is the elimination of negativity. However, with that elimination, there is the vulnerability that others who are not living pure joy will infringe upon collective joy. Cleaners protect the clowns.
Felix reasoned it was so similar to the job he worked each night. He further thought that an added benefit would be an ascension to joy. The moment he decided internally to agree to being a cleaner, the booklet changed into glitter and fell through his fingers. Mika fell limp onto the bed as if she was only sleeping. Felix rose in a start to look at the glitter and to his girlfriend. He spun inspecting the room for something that would apply reason to the events of the evening. He found nothing unusual. And yet, nothing evermore looked the same through his brightened outlook.
Felix watched men and women wind their way in and out of the crowd. He kept mental notes on who was speaking to whom as well as the tone of all their demeanor. It was his job to break up any aggressive disagreements. It was his nature to notice the minutes before any altercation and prevent them from occurring completely.
The bar hosted a loud band screaming lyrics that would be poetic if read in a silent room. The music throbbed under Felix's feet and he could feel the tension pulsating in the air. He had a premonition of a quarrel but could not foresee the oddity to occur by the close of the night.
Two girls who were regulars on the nights Felix bounced walked through the door. Mika had been dating Felix for two years and Aurora was her best friend. The two were inseparable. Mika dragged her fingertips along Felix's bare arm and smiled at him while she passed. Felix smiled and if someone was looking directly into his eyes the very moment Mika's fingertips lay on Felix they would have seen a glow shine from within him.
Felix's glance lingered on Mika as her fingers wrapped around her beer and within his thoughts he pulled it from her hands so they would be free to wrap around him. His affection for her was insatiable. It was distracting to have her perched on a bar stool in an old pair of jeans and tight faded tee shirt while he was to spread his attention throughout the whole of the bar.
The door opened behind him and Felix moved from the path to allow a fellow bouncer to enter.
“The guy who just left said his friend is looking for someone. -Thinks there might be a fight.”
Felix took a cursory view of the patrons and saw nothing unusual. “You know who it is?”
“Black boots, melon patch.”
The words seemed unusual, but Felix was on the lookout. Half the patrons wore black boots. What is a melon patch, Felix thought?
Mika walked to Felix with a cold bottle of water retrieved from the bartender and held it out smiling with her eyes as well as her lips. Felix reached for the bottle and before he could extend verbal gratitude, a guy walked behind Mika, pulled the water bottle from her hand and leaned in to her to say, “This ape is too mean for you. You need a sweet guy who can treat you right.”
Without hesitation and before he had finished disgorging his pick-up line, Mika released the water bottle, stepped away from Felix and blinked her eyes. Felix reached for the guy's wrist, snapped it, and heard it crack through the deafening music. As Felix turned the guy on his heels and held him against the wall, he noticed on the shoulder of his seasoned denim jacket was a bright green and pink watermelon patch. Felix's eyes zeroed in on the image and squeezed his arm until he could feel the guy's blood pulsing through his clothing.
The guy moaned and groaned as he was pushed to the floor. Felix opened the door and pulled the guy outside.
“Here's your melon patch,” Felix bellowed and threw the guy on the sidewalk in front of the bar. He put his boot on the guy's chest so he could not move for the seconds it took the outside bouncers to get to him.
Mika stood on the side and asked her boyfriend when he returned if he was okay. There was no concern for the person dragged from the bar and few patrons even noticed the altercation. “Fine,” Felix nodded with little acceptance of the care Mika was extending. “I'll take a water if you get me another.”
Mika nodded, bent to get the bottle that had fallen to the floor and returned to the bar to get a fresh bottle for Felix. When she returned, he leaned into her ear and said, “I don't think you should stay here tonight. There is something in the air.”
People say that all the time, Felix thought, and it doesn't mean a thing, does it? Felix looked past Mika into the air to focus on the dust swirling around the beams of light cast from the fixtures. He noticed the shine on the corners of the bar and how the light reflected from the surface. He noticed the way some folks eyes pulled the light in and how some sent out the brightness.
“I'm tougher than you think,” Mika said as she handed Felix the water and winked. She turned on her heel and returned to her place on the bar stool talking to her friend.
Again, the outside bouncer opened the door behind Felix and revealed, “We're getting a hard time from these girls outside. -Gotta let 'em in. -Keep an eye on 'em,”
Felix nodded silently and held his arm across the door to open the threshold to three petite ladies. They wore short skirts and high heels. Each had their face painted with blue and pink shadow over their eyes and bright magenta lip color. Glitter was smeared over their cheeks and their neck as if it was part of a moisturizer under their make-up. They looked young to be in the establishment, but if his co-worker revealed they were insistent on coming in, Felix knew they had proper identification and were not intoxicated; the only requirements for entry. They certainly were not the girls Felix regularly saw in the bar.
The three squeezed into the corner and laughed boisterously while ordering sweet drinks made with fruit juice and liqueurs. Throughout the night, they whooped and hollered. They laughed at every word the bartender said to them including the benign, “Would you like another?”
The show had been over for close to an hour and the bar was quieter in comparison to earlier, with the sounds of fewer patrons and jukebox music pounding through the speakers. Mika and Aurora remained at the bar consuming beer at regular intervals.
Felix opened the door to see the mood outside and noticed there was an eerie calm. The sky was dark in the night but seemed to have a purple sheen through the light of the streetlamps.
“I'm sittin' at the bar,” Felix called out the door to his fellow bouncers who nodded in silent response.
Felix took a seat at the end of the bar close to Mika and Aurora but not next to them. He knew he needed to keep a distance from them. He was working and not there for socializing. He would talk to the bartender, Mika and Aurora, still keeping focused on his work.
The bartender poured sparkling water in a pint glass, dressed it with a lime wedge and plunged a straw though the ice.
“Lemme pay fa that dink.” The voice came from the corner of the bar with the three diminutive waifs who had held up longer through intoxication than anyone at the bar expected. “I”m buyin',” her voice trailed off and she fished in her purse for cash.
Felix called down from his seat, “It's not a drink,” revealing exhaustion in his voice. He did not want a contrary discussion with an inebriant and rolled his eyes at the girl. He shifted his glance to Mika and Aurora who had been drinking beer steadily all night without showing any signs of drunkenness. “Mika,” he called, “you comin' home with me?”
Mika nodded.
The girl from the corner walked quickly on her heels with surprising grace to stand next to Felix. She lay money on the bar and squeezed between him and the stool to his left. “Did you just ask that girl to go home with you when I bought you a drink?” The girl's cheeks turned pink with annoyance. She held Felix's bare arm and although she squeezed with might, he only felt her hand as if it brushed along his skin.
Mika grabbed the wood from the bar and shoved the stool from under her bottom in one motion. Aurora grabbed her arm and said, “It's okay.”
Mika snarled through her nose waiting for Felix to remove the little girl from his arm.
Felix said, “First, you're gonna take your hand off me before I break it.” Felix flexed the muscle in his forearm. The girl released her grip and Felix noticed she left behind a shimmer of glitter on his skin. “Next, you're going to apologize to everyone you offended, pay your tab and then get out'a here.”
“Car, let's go.” The other two girls had risen and walked to support their friend. “Carmen?” Her friend spoke but Carmen ignored. She was busy staring down Felix.
Mika wriggled free from Aurora's grasp and walked to Carmen. “Get out before you get the glitter knocked out of you.”
Carmen's head spun to Mika, “What do you know of glitter?”
The girl no longer sounded intoxicated. Her words were clear and deliberate.
Mika looked into Carmen's eyes that had changed to a golden color. “I know glitter doesn't belong in here and you need to get it the,”
“Whoa,” the bartender interrupted. “Mika, she's drunk.”
Mika inhaled deeply and walked out the door to cool off.
Carmen then climbed on to the stool next to Felix and pulled Felix's water in her hands. She sipped through his straw and grimaced. “What are you drinking?”
“It's a soda.” Felix pulled the glass away from Carmen. “I think you should go back with your friends.”
Carmen shook her head in negation. “I don't think I should. I think I want to share my glitter with you.”
“That's enough Car,” one of her friends said.
Aurora stepped out from the bar to retrieve Mika.
“You know glitter shines from within all of us,” Carmen asked?
Mika and Aurora walked back into the building and bee-lined to the glitter stained girls.
Mika wrapped her hand around Carmen's long red hair and dragged her off the bar stool. Felix leaped from his stool and grabbed Mika around the waist, who refused to release Carmen's hair. Carmen's head flew with Mika's motion thrusting it into the edge of the bar with an unexpected force. Carmen's eye closed with the sting of impact. When she opened her eye, glitter poured from her ocular socket onto the floor.
Mika opened her grasp and let the girl fall to the floor. Upon impact, she burst into countless flecks of metallic glitter. The glitter moved along the floor as someone was sweeping it with a broom. Felix moved as if he was trained to handle explosive glitter. His legs carried him to the front door.
The glitter melded together and grew into the girl who had been sitting at the end of the bar all night. Her friends moved across the floor to join her and the three stood determined to make Felix move so they could leave.
“What are you,” Felix demanded?
“We're just like you.”
“Get out,” Felix growled and opened the door with the preparedness to eject them from the building with force.
They left without further conflict.
ʘ
Felix dried his body after a shower. He rubbed the terry cloth towel over his body again and again. He continued to see glitter appear on his arms and legs. How much did she leave on me, he thought as he revisited the events at the bar?
“Mika,” he called after abandoning hope that he would rid his skin of the shiny motes! “This is so weird,” Felix said as he walked wrapped in a towel to the bedroom and found Mika sitting on the bed unable to move.
“What the,” Felix started to say and readied himself for a fight in his own bedroom!
“Relax,” a man in a blue and yellow striped suit said as he sat on the easy chair in the corner of the room. “Sit.”
Felix felt a calm wash through the room. He sat as he was told to do.
“I understand you met three of our less discreet members this evening.”
Felix asked calmly, “How did you get into my house?”
The man in the chair held his finger up encouraging silence from Felix.
“And, what's wrong with Mika?” Felix turned his head and saw Mika was staring blankly as she sat.
“I need for you to be open-minded Felix. Can you be open-minded?”
Felix nodded and asked quietly, “Who are you?”
“My name is Trevor and I have a job for you if you will accept it.”
Felix blinked to wash away the sight he believed he saw and when he opened his eyes, he squinted to focus in on the light he saw emanating from Trevor. Trevor stood and walked through the room fingering trinkets and dragging his finger along the textured wallpaper as he spoke.
“The ladies who found their way into your establishment this evening are clowns. They are full fledged, transformed clowns. Do you understand?”
Felix shook his head in negation.
“A clown helps control legalized oddities. That is to say that there are things of this world that are a little out of the ordinary. You've seen these things, I'm sure.” Trevor gestured with his hands without drawing Felix's attention to anything specific. “But clowns are unable to exhibit aggression. By the time a clown reaches maturity, they can only send out joy.”
“So what do you want from me?”
“I'm getting to that.” Trevor's mouth curled up into a smile and Felix could see the brightness increase around his eyes. “See, you have already started transforming into clown. The errant piece of glitter you can't wipe from your skin is your skin. You have a happiness seeping through your pores that is the glitter – that is the light.”
“No,” Felix stopped Trevor from talking. “That girl put glitter on me tonight. If it's in my pores, that girl put it in me.”
Trevor looked at Felix still smiling. “As you come closer to living in pure joy, you will seek us out naturally. If you want to work with us in the interim, we need strong aggressive people who will stand behind the tenets of clowning.”
Trevor pulled a booklet from within the lapel pocket of his overcoat. He held it out for Felix to take. Felix hesitated.
“I can leave it for you to read and decide if you would like. But your girlfriend will be dazed until you decide.”
Felix jumped to Mika. He shook her by her shoulders and yelled close to her face, “Mika! What did you do to her?”
Trevor reclined in the chair. “Felix, there is no point in trying to shake the daze from her. She cannot move until I release her.
Felix squeezed his fist into a ball and without thought lunged toward Trevor only to fall on the chair in which Trevor had been sitting. In the second that Felix moved from Mika with his fist, Trevor burst into countless motes of glitter and scrambled to recompose on the other side of the room near the window.
Felix turned his body and saw the light shine through Trevor's hair appearing as thought it was made of the light.
“Please let her go.”
Trevor tapped the book that lay on the bed. “Decide if you want to work as a cleaner. Either way, Mika will be released from the daze when you reveal your decision.
Felix shifted in the chair. Trevor picked up the booklet and dropped it onto Felix's lap. He then burst into glitter. Felix did not know how he left the room, but somehow he felt the air was clear of the happy and distracting dust.
Felix read the booklet. Censoring Loquaciousness with Excessive Agony to Negotiate the Eradication of Rebellious Scoundrels. Cleaners. Cleaners are charged to change certainty by confounding common crowds with chicanery. Furthermore cleaners must detach and dispose of instruments of impudence.
Felix read the words over and over again. He read how during the process of transforming into a clown, cleaners retain the ability to extend aggression and even agony. A concession for living with complete lighthearted joy is the elimination of negativity. However, with that elimination, there is the vulnerability that others who are not living pure joy will infringe upon collective joy. Cleaners protect the clowns.
Felix reasoned it was so similar to the job he worked each night. He further thought that an added benefit would be an ascension to joy. The moment he decided internally to agree to being a cleaner, the booklet changed into glitter and fell through his fingers. Mika fell limp onto the bed as if she was only sleeping. Felix rose in a start to look at the glitter and to his girlfriend. He spun inspecting the room for something that would apply reason to the events of the evening. He found nothing unusual. And yet, nothing evermore looked the same through his brightened outlook.
