Lupita, the dancer rebel nun and anti-heroina of “EL Cero” takes off her holy robes in the empty public squares at an unknown location X, just her cross and a comrades dog tags in hands, screaming almightily, “Join the Republic!” She drops her robes and pendants, then proceeds to dance naked in the rain with a strange harness wrapped around her waist, supporting a colossal ancient alien bioweapon extended skyward in her right hand; it interfaces directly with her synapses and central nervous system nanonetwork. She turns, stops and smiles, smug and wet in the middle of a nor’easter on Easter. She is dirty and barefoot with black warpaint composed of her blood and tears smeared across her eye lines. Her finely textured, bouncing, jiggling and gyrating extremes draw much attention to “the movement” abound and she begins recruiting men and women immediately towards her nihilistic causes. Her harness then covers her curvaceous form like a cocoon; she is able to consciously manipulate her appearance using this strange apparatus and prefers a sultry, but militarized outfit.
“When I remember all my sins, a wounded animal screams. It’s shrilling, like my pain,” Lupita laments as she writes her daily war journal inside her isolated jungle bunker. She describes her delusions, collusions, her dreams, lost loves, family, humanity, insanity and calamity-“I have an affinity for destruction, but I never wanted love…just peace…now I’m iconoclastic, drastic and plastique.”
Always locked and loaded in drama mode with hollow lead tips, God molded Lupita to be destruction emboldened tenfolded with birthing hips-
“Adentro y afuera, tranquila por que soy guerrera
(inside and out, calm because I’m a warrior)
y cazadora,
(and a hunter)
pero primero
somos “El Cero”
(but first, we’re nothingness).
Lupita’s only rival is Nothing; they dueled in a lucid dreamstate and came to a stalemate out of sheer respect for one another. Lupita’s only words on the incident: “Sorry the End, Nothing is my only friend.”
“Criss-crossing through twilight hollows with a crossbow, I follow the scent of the Dark Cloud Man until I wallow, then
I bow to the moon
like a fossa pup in it’s shadow
esperando al amanecer,
con besos-
Pita