Appearance.
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Suu is a living doll.
Small, petite, porcelain flesh, peach-skin lips.
A perfectly proportioned body.
Stunning eyes, the most clear shade of blue.
And if you don’t mind the bandages,
the decaying flesh-wounds,
the plasma that forces itself outwards,
he can be yours.
For a price.
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Standing at 5’3, 110 pounds, Suu likes to think he is a hard ass.
This is not true.
Suu may swear like a sailor, scream, kick, and throw temper tantrums
But the boy just likes to provoke, and receive attention.
He’s truly a big pansy brat.
(floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee)
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  Suu has been with Asile as long as he can remember.
They have been his family, his only family.
He is the local loudmouth, rumor-starter… but he means well.
Truly.
Suu dislikes new-comers and anyone/thing associated with L’ombra,
and likes most everything else.
This includes but is not limited to:
Shiny things
(the boy is a magpie)
Piercing of any sort
(his body is a wasteland of scars and metal)
And soda-pop.
(only if it’s in old-fashion glass bottles)
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Background.
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Asile is Suu’s earliest memory.
He never bothered to ask about what came before it-
the boy holds no ties with his past.
The only thing he knows is his ‘condition’.
Wounds that never close, starting on his inner-thighs and sweeping up above the base of his spine, around his hips, and end at the small of his back.
He keeps them bandaged at all times, as they bleed constantly, a desert of decaying flesh and bruises.
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Suu started swallowing snakes and fire when he was little.
He had always wanted to be an acrobat, but yet, his condition it was impossible.
He was grounded for life.
Yet one day, while flipping through old, old magazines,
he saw it.
The art of suspension.
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Attitude.
I've spent 22 years
in this zoo of broken faces.
Parents and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.
There's a girl in a cage making love to a switchblade
There's a girl behind bars milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines
That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
I stole the rice from the beggar’s death bowl
In this zoo of broken faces.
I told a widow that she was beautiful
When half of her smile was missing.
And I've done my addition:
gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
and I've done my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
I wanna see more dirty places.
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.
There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a housewife in a cage that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes.
And the teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousel rides that spin
round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
I've paid my admission.
And I've paid my submission.
And I've seen the petition.
I've done my addition.
And I've done my division…
Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
[The Blood Brothers]
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Sleeping.
Put simply…