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Click hereWHAT do you want from me?
Why do you stare!?
I'm REALLY not that unhappy,
I just look that way.
Actually, I'm GIDDY.
STOP STARING!
Yeah, you're handsome
AND nice.
(Where's your medication?)
I guess we could talk, sure.
Your WHAT!
Apartment?
Ok, I'll follow behind, closely.
(SHIT!)
NEW Revelations...
A real person for once!
NOW WHAT?
Why am I crying?
(Leaking.)
I see now that I was just preparing
To dance for the first time in MY life.
(Where I'm from, they don't allow it...ya know, social-religion and all.)
WHAT do you mean, "Do I want to dance?"
I'd love to!
(Dancing is sometimes too physical... Especially when you're intoxicated on booze, music or men.)
Your phone number?
Great!
Here's mine.
*Ring....*
How was work today?
(I'm not the same anymore - you're either rebuilding my insides or tearing them apart!
ARE YOU A CANNIBAL?)
Oh, my day was just fine, thanks.
CLICK... buzzzzz...
(I don't know if the buzz was in the phone or in my head.)
HE'S GREAT!!’
(Details and tears...)
BACKGROUND MUSIC FINALLY!!
(I always said that's what God forgot and this world sorely needs!)
No, thanks, I'm not hungry.
SHIT!
Time flies when you get caught up in an act!
Hi.
Let's eat.
Don't cry!
No, I don't wanna dance.
Silence is loud.
(Damn, I heard it, too!
What does that mean?)
DON'T CRY GODDAMNIT!
You had MY number, too.
(God KNOWS, you had it!!)
Hell really exists!!!
(I saw you dancing with the DEVIL tonight.)
I lied.
I DESPISE dancing!!
Yes, of course, I'm a musician.
I've never tried but I'll write you a symphony -
"To construct the world." -
(We'll dance our souls apart.)
I'm glad I practiced!
Half the fuckin' orchestra was killed when a marshmallow man ROASTED them!
Where's your medicine?
I've heard it's sweet.
WELL?
LESSON ONE:REconstruction takes place after DEstruction
LESSON TWO: Marshmallow men don't really exist!
REALLY, I lied all around -
I fuckin' LOVE to dance... SOMETIMES;
SOMETIMES, I don't.
Hangovers!
Soul Sickness.
(Tears...)
Have fun dancing...
I'm tired.
Maybe you really ought to look harder for that medicine.
I took mine.