Rachel Eckermann
By Steve
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Rachel Eckermann rode the elevator to the 33 Floor of the Prudential Center. The door opened. "How do you do, Rachel." Her blonde hair flowed over her ears. Her golden blue eyes brigtened. She walked over to the window and looked down at the city. Death, she stirred. She longed for Gabriel. Gabriel was like a drug. He made her feel so... "Is he here?" she asked. "He is." Gabriel came alone. He did not wish to see Rachel. People generally gave him alot of stress and he needed some rest. He had been in deep meditation for 7 or 8 days. "Gabriel, the Europeans..." "They will come in 4 movements like a symphony. She whom you trust the most will betray you." "Gabriel, we need you." "You want to kill me." "They want to kill you." "Killing is an art that I do exceptional well." "Gabriel, is it a matter of trust?" "It's not a matter of anything. Rachel, what is the sound between 2 sounds? Where does a butterfly make love?" "What do you mean by that?" :I just mean that you don't know everything." "How do you know that I can't access the all-knowing mind of God?" "What if people are playing God?" "What do you mean by that, you little fuck?" "Nothing. Is there a Universal Mind that we can access?" "Stop that Jim Morrison shit!" "Why can't God be the logical extension of the Ego?" "Gabriel, stop making sense." "Why, because you are an atheist?" "What. That's impossible." "You're your worst nightmare." "No. You are." "I am not you." "You love me." "I really only care about myself." Rachel's head cleared. "Gabriel, can you help us?" "It's really beyond my control. Actually, tell me something about yourself. When you decided that you loved Percy, did you ever consider flossing your teeth?" She had actually flossed her teeth on that very day. How did Gabriel know? "Do you dream of the cities of God and of angel dying on shores, off the coast of Delirium." "What are your dreams like Gabriel?" "They are movies in which I am the hero." "Do you whack off to me, Gabriel?" Rachel glared at him. "Masturbation used to be hobby. I've moved on to better things like Killing for people who don't give a fuck about me." "What are you trying to say?" "Nothing except to say, at least Europeans appreciate me." "Appreciate your value?"
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