Conversation · Bloated Corpse of a Drunk
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You know who I am. I am the bad day. The one where you ask her, and then later in the streets, wandering... It's the worst day of all time, Harry dear, and it's coming. She will hear about it on the phone.
Reality will turn into a grotesque nightmare. This'll be the last thing you did to her. Tell me -- do you remember the love of your life?
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Oh no, funky-baby, you stayed. It was the rest of it that left. While you just stood there. With one hand on the bottle and the other on your dick -- watching it go.
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Tell me, where are your friends? Human beings have friends, Harry-boy. Where the hell are yours?
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- That's right, funky-baby, and you just stood there. One hand on the bottle and the other on your dick -- watching her go. Let it all be dragged away from you.
- Oh no, funky-baby, you stayed. It was the rest of it that left. While you just stood there. With one hand on the bottle and the other on your dick -- watching it go.
No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me.
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Everything. The pale and the isolas -- on the surface -- the outer magnetosphere... Burning, furious truth, eight thousand years of written history.
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You really dropped the ball, Harry. Four point six billion people -- and you failed every single one of them. You really fucked up.
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- Stinky boy.
- You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that high-conductivity state of yours, bumping into things and acting like a clown. Who are you kidding?
- You really dropped the ball, Harry. Four point six billion people -- and you failed every single one of them. You really fucked up.
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Your mind is what now? I can't hear you, the rest is just a word-dream. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, grinding in your head.
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So-something is wrong. Sleep shouldn't be this bad. This dry. This un-nourishing. There's something wrong with your thoughts. Some kind of... new type of hangover...
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- Help you, why? I can't hear you, the rest is just a word-dream. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, grinding in your head.
- You're trying to what? I can't hear you, this is just a word-dream now. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, grinding in your head.
- Your mind is what now? I can't hear you, the rest is just a word-dream. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, grinding in your head.
Oh yes, party boy. And it's worse than the one before! Just think of the shit you saw! Here it comes too, so soon already! A silent alarm goes off in your head, like clockwork, barely let you sleep at all... Time to get those clothes on, Harry!
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Help you, why? I can't hear you, the rest is just a word-dream. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, grinding in your head.
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I've talked to you before.
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No, Harry. You were just talking to yourself. That's all you ever do. Even in your dreams. And the act is wearing thin, the spots of the disco ball fade around you...
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No, you haven't. You're just sleep-talking. And the act is wearing thin too, the spots on the disco ball fade around you...
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You're trying to what? I can't hear you, this is just a word-dream now. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, grinding in your head.
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You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that high-conductivity state of yours, bumping into things and acting like a clown. Who are you kidding?
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They were only cramping your descent into the abyss. Now they're gone. Three times gone and never coming back -- all of it. You failed. You failed me.
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That's right, funky-baby, and you just stood there. One hand on the bottle and the other on your dick -- watching her go. Let it all be dragged away from you.
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Do you remember the warmth of her thighs, between her legs and in her mouth?
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