CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
ALL AROUND ME
OR IS IT INSIDE ME
IS THAT WHY I CAN'T ESCAPE
MOVING DOESN'T HELP
IT'S IN ME
IT IS ME
I'M MADE OF IT
IT'S MADE OF ME
IT CONTROLS ME
I CONTROL IT
THIS ISN'T REAL
IT'S REAL
NOT ME
I'M THE ILLUSION
IT'S TAKEN OVER
MAYBE I SHOULD JUST...
GIVE IN?
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Man: Sometimes I look in the mirror and I'm surprised by what I see.
Man2: Because you look so old?
Man: What? No!
2: Oh, because that's what I think sometimes...
Man: You think I look old?
2: No, I mean when I look in the mirror I think I look old...
Man: But why would I think that if I don't look old?
2: I don't know...
Man: You must think I look old!
2: I don't. Christ. It's just something people think sometimes.
Man: Right, sorry...but do I look old?
2: NO.
Man: Right...fuck. Anyway...just when I look the mirror...it's weird, you know? This...this thing. This thing of meat. This physical...thing. It's me. That's me! That's what I am! I don't think I'm not, not all the time. I don't know...aren't I more? Am I just that face? Is that me? THAT? I mean, I suppose it is. Logically. What else could I be? And it's the same face I've had my whole life. Only, heh, older. So yeah, it's me. But why does it feel wrong?
2: I don't know.
Man: Me neither.
2: I like your face. And you are than that. I like the more too.
Man: Do you like the more more?
2: Sure.
(THEY KISS. THEY ARE GAY LOVERS, YOU SEE.)
2: I like your more too.
Man: Thanks.
FIN
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just keep getting older don't you
OR IS IT INSIDE ME
IS THAT WHY I CAN'T ESCAPE
MOVING DOESN'T HELP
IT'S IN ME
IT IS ME
I'M MADE OF IT
IT'S MADE OF ME
IT CONTROLS ME
I CONTROL IT
THIS ISN'T REAL
IT'S REAL
NOT ME
I'M THE ILLUSION
IT'S TAKEN OVER
MAYBE I SHOULD JUST...
GIVE IN?
____________________________
Man: Sometimes I look in the mirror and I'm surprised by what I see.
Man2: Because you look so old?
Man: What? No!
2: Oh, because that's what I think sometimes...
Man: You think I look old?
2: No, I mean when I look in the mirror I think I look old...
Man: But why would I think that if I don't look old?
2: I don't know...
Man: You must think I look old!
2: I don't. Christ. It's just something people think sometimes.
Man: Right, sorry...but do I look old?
2: NO.
Man: Right...fuck. Anyway...just when I look the mirror...it's weird, you know? This...this thing. This thing of meat. This physical...thing. It's me. That's me! That's what I am! I don't think I'm not, not all the time. I don't know...aren't I more? Am I just that face? Is that me? THAT? I mean, I suppose it is. Logically. What else could I be? And it's the same face I've had my whole life. Only, heh, older. So yeah, it's me. But why does it feel wrong?
2: I don't know.
Man: Me neither.
2: I like your face. And you are than that. I like the more too.
Man: Do you like the more more?
2: Sure.
(THEY KISS. THEY ARE GAY LOVERS, YOU SEE.)
2: I like your more too.
Man: Thanks.
FIN
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just keep getting older don't you
