Murdering Riddle Gagged By The Rhythm (Part Five)

Arthur approached the bar, near the buffet and asked the Grey Bartender for a blueberry beverage. He was surprised in his tactic position by his Maiden, as she performed what her last apparition seemed to be, a farewell raging catwalk. Arthur was in the middle of her way, so she got his drink spilled all over his outfit. He rushed to the maison and headed for the toilette, there he started cleaning his shirt and thinking of Jenny as he saw his reflection in the mirror. At that moment, the roaring sound of an engine coming from the window, dragged him from his recondite thoughts. Looking by the window sil, he saw Jenny, the woman of his thoughts, intently gazing the Yellow Trickster as they jumped into the Vendorissimo, the trickster's barber's pole-looking car. His mind went blank and you could see in his face that he had beendrained of all the livelyness that reamained in his poluted soul.

Arthur:(dejected) 'Walking asleep, send myself away, succumbed and fell deep into the black tide, down perpetual blackout.'

Not far from where the car was parked, we could see the Culture Vulture & The Empty Lie talking to an orchid, it's petals were of a deep eggplant colour. They were discussing till what point was the night a place where one couldrant, vent, inform, and confess.

Eggplant Orchid: 'The night is open minded, but hatefull.'
Empty Lie: 'why?'
Eggplant Orchid: 'it changes with time, buildings disappearing, streets and clearigns, phones that no longer rang when dialed...'
Empty Lie: 'Lavishness, lots of lavishness'
Culture Vulture: 'And the people become weary, trembling or standing in the corners mumbling while scuttling down a vacant sail, or lost and confused in their own dilemmas.'
Eggplant Orchid: (Exited) 'Where is the noise? Give me some noise! We're all outside in the night and we're not hearing rumble! Where is the noise? Give me some noise!!!'

Suddenly, our characters lifted up their eyes from the speaking flower and spotted Pizchinou sitting in a round rock, having a soup in a golden bowl. He's the Yellow Trickster's right hand.

Pizchinou: (Out of the blew) 'We can't, a heart has died tonight'
Culture Vulture & Empty Lie:(At unison, stupefied) 'We are mystified! We suspect foul play!'

The Eggplant Orchid watched open-mouthed to the toilette window, where Arthur was stearing at the moon.

Eggplant Orchid: 'Despair is the loving of the devil inside each one of us, foward and rewind is yet another surprise, and a quiet night smoothly passed with a hot calm vapour through our thighs, collapsing with her hazel eyes. Something's wrong and you have the why.'

It was in this flustered night that Arthur realized under the moon's ghostly glow that his heart was adrift.