A conversation that i had with Zach a long while back led to this. I believe that this would make for an interesting screenplay, maybe even a short film. Too lazy at the moment to say anything substantial so let the reins of imagination take over. The title is from a short story by Edgar Allan Poe.

Ouilos and Nuna

"Winston came out of the door, Ouilos. Staggering and teetering. Like a colossal speck he was, cantering about in his last seconds like a mad horse." ''How messy you are Nuna. I care not for broad splashes across my rugs. They have seen blood in their making, that is enough for them. My fine tapestries are worth more than any man's blood." ''You've strayed Ouilos. Was it not passion that brought us together? Passion for life and passion for it's cease. Winston was special, one of my best." ''Still you remain the same Nuna. You lack finesse and clarity. I would've made Winston a work of art, youve made him a modern mismatch of pop art decadence." ''Not everyone treasures the classics old friend. You are a stylist, I am an artisan." ''True. You are Picasso, I am Michelangelo. I make pieces of art, with delicacy and fine strokes. You're hurried, rushed, and use a broad brush." ''Ouilos, how crude of you. Picasso is graffiti next to me. My blood red brush does enchant doesn't it?" ''True your style has a certain appeal to it. Tell me, did Winston gurgle as you slit his neck gently, and watched his blood bubble out of his pale skin?" ''No Ouilos. You know me better than that. The only gurgling was done by his own blood. He was too shocked to react." ''How tactless you are Nuna. I suppose Winston was always a doll in a lighthouse. I think he met too honoured an end, done by Nuna!" ''I treat everyone the same. It was pleasing to watch as his eyes bulged when I gripped his cheeks and started pulling them up." ''Did he panic and squeal?" ''No Ouilos, he was too scared. I burst his veins then and there, and directed the blood to his eyes. They were quite drowned in blood." ''That's unusually artistic for you Nuna." ''Inspiration, what do I say?" ''You should step up to evisceration. Have you ever tried it? It's beautiful to watch a delicate line of red form along a person's middle. The weight of his organs bear down on the cut. When made skillfully, the cut is strong enough to hold, yet weak enough to gradually give way under the weight of the individual's innards. It is a slow, graceful dance, to the halls of leering death." ''I fear I cannot master such a technique Ouilos."