Posted by marko on 12/19/2006, 9:49 am the age of consent varies from state to state. i think god i believe that’s gene vincent. but a lot of people covered scene 8 let’s change this one’s name to reprise. then let’s try to i know you started wearing your hair differently. you that’s as straight of a cut as humanly possible. you always
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scene 6
squeezes himself into moments of silence. he never looks
over our shoulders. he doesn’t make editorial changes.
he lets us think for ourselves. those that claim he’s
everywhere never learned to live with their own thoughts
is what i think. i’m picking up a twelve-pack at the next exit.
do you need anything? i’ve been reading the light for hours.
i need to give my eyes & soul a break. fifty more miles & i
know where there’s a cheap but clean & quiet motel where
nobody cares. it’s nice & cozy. about a mile off the highway,
so none of that constant clamor of traffic all night. some
people say it relaxes them. but not me. it only keeps me awake.
thinking there’s somewhere i’m supposed to be. i’m not sure
what causes it. sometimes i start scratching my arms so hard
they look like i have a hard-drinking girlfriend. nah, i don’t
have a girlfriend. no wife either. i take antihistamine. that
usually helps. i don’t recall what that means. it’s been over
twenty years since i got it. did you know you can’t be buried
in a jewish cemetery if you have a tattoo. i’ve never seen
anything about ink work in the bible. we can check the gideon
when we get there. but i wouldn’t know where to begin to
look. besides, the way they worded things back then left
lots of room for interpretation. i think they did that for a
reason. so whereabouts in arizona are you headed?
scene 7
that song. i do like your conversation, but that cocaine
chatter can be a bit much at times. why don’t you take a
couple valium & slow it down to sixteen inches. there
should be some in my jacket pocket in the backseat. i
realize i have my own bad habits. there’s a list a mile long.
is that what you want to hear? i didn’t say you had a bad
habit anyway. i never used the word habit. i know we all
need to smooth out the edges or kill time in some fashion.
forget i said anything. i apologize—ok? how can we drive
around for an hour & a half & not see a single atm machine?
have you been watching out for one? there’s a taco bell that’s
open. you want something? i’m getting something. you
thirsty? want something to drink? what did she say? can you
turn down the radio for just a minute? alright—right or left
here? well which way did we come in? will you reach back
in the cooler & crack one open for me. i know you hate cans,
but it was three dollars cheaper. drinking out of aluminum
won’t hurt you. where did you ever hear that anyway? i
should have known. don’t start. i do so like her. i just
don’t like going to her place, with all those creepy figurines
& religious paintings. it’s looks like a yard sale exploded
in the trailer. it’s 2:30. we can’t stop now. they’ll be sleeping.
imagine we’ve been here before. let’s misrepresent ourselves
as close friends who’ve known each other for years. we
were lovers once. we had a short, but torrid affair. but
it burnt itself out too quickly. or maybe we both recognized
that there were no long term possibilities for our relationship.
it was a mutual thing. we agreed to remain friends. let’s
make-believe that we’d talked about marriage even though
we weren’t together that long. that’s how right it felt. let’s
paint it impressionistic with lots of red & yellow. let’s
imagine we were deeply in love. like we’d never felt before.
a love so strong that nothing could come between us. let’s
say it was no one’s fault. let’s pretend that we’ve both forgotten
exactly why we decided to move on. let’s imagine that after
all this time apart—we meet again, & there are immediate
sparks. we feel the same passionate love for one another.
let’s start from there.
scene 9
lightened it too, didn’t you? when i called the other night
why didn’t you answer? i called at least a dozen times.
i do notice the little things. just because i don’t always
comment immediately doesn’t mean i don’t notice. &
sometimes tt takes awhile for me to find the words.
i’ve told you that. that has nothing to do with not caring.
i’m not a ####ing poet. i think you’ve confused lying
with romance. is that what romance means to you?
saying things that you pretend just slipped out. cribbing
lines from those dopey romance novels with the covers
that look he’s holding her up. keeping her from falling
right on the ground. it was sunday night. what difference
does it make where i called from? i was thinking about you.
that has nothing to do with this. i’m talking to you right
now—aren’t i? do i sound stoned to you? i put that money
away for rent. i thought i told you that. why don’t you
answer my question? you twist everything i say around.
suddenly i’m on the stand. i haven’t talked to her in a
month at least. i told you that wasn’t my car. i don’t care
what donna said. she’d trying to stir up trouble is all. she’s
never liked me. are you going to answer me or not?
scene 10
have to find something to b###h about. if you’d like to
run out & find some more precise instruments—go right
ahead. but i can’t guarantee i’ll be here when you get back.
in case you’ve forgotten, it was you who asked me to do it.
look at your hands—they’re shaking. you’re a mess man.
your trouble is you have no willpower. if you want to dabble
in this you need willpower. you can’t be doing this every
single day. chip on the weekends. buy yourself a bottle during
the week. get the doctor to write you out some xanax.
that should help. make sure it’s for the blue footballs. i’m
not telling you how to live your life. i’ll ease off. i’ll ease
right the #### out of here. look at my hands. steady as a rock.
that’s because i take care of myself. you won’t see this
shit crawling all up & down my back. i’m always under
control. you need to stay on top of it, even when you’re
nodding. i’m not going to discuss my accuracy any more.
drop it. i said drop it. make me say it again & i’ll yank your
sorry ass over here, then we’ll see how straight a cut i make.
alright then. keep quiet. i’m trying to concentrate.
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