-- Say youre frightened. Admit it.

-- In Colorado, by the mountains. In California, by the sea. Everywhere, by breaking glass.

-- Say youre frightened. Confess.

-- Timid as a stag. Theyve got a meter wired to my sheet, I dont know what it measures. I get a dollar a night. When I wake suddenly, I notice its there. I watch my hand aging, sing a little song.

-- Were you invited to the party?

-- Yes, I was. Stood there smiling. I thought, Those are tight pants, how kind of her. Wondered if she was orange underneath. What shall we do? Call up Mowgli? Ask him over? Do you like tongue? Sliced? With mushrooms? Is it a private matter? Is Scriabin as smart as he looks? This mans a fool -- why are you talking to him? Yes, his clothes are interesting, but inside are dull bones. -- This gray light, I dont see how you stand it. -- A firestorm of porn all around -- orange images, dunes and deserts. Bursts of quarreling through the walls. I wonder who the people are? I tried that Cuisine Minceur, didnt like it. Oh, it looks pretty --

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