Chapter 8: The Itch

Вчера беше ден, в който ще се връщам след смъртта си.

Jack and Jill went up the hill
This is where Jack asked her
Jill, if I'm to be your man
Must I be your master?
I think that I could tease you
Call you names and put you down
Tell your friends just how you're doin'
Let you make no sound
Say the word, I won't skip a beat
watch me turn my page
shoot you down and drive you home
put you in my cage
starve you to the point of biting
treat you as I please
Say goodbye to face-to-face
and get on your knees
Now, I see you're quite excited
and you're breathing faster
But I also know you're thinking
Why is he just asking?
You might not be hooked
So I need permission
Plus, it's not my thing
I just like submission

L. L.

He used to always talk about some devil or something was in him, you know. He didn’t know what made him act the way he acted and what made him say the things he said, and the songs and different things like that … just came out of him. It seems to me he was so tormented and just torn apart and like he really was obsessed, you know, with something really evil.

to write is human, to edit is divine

I’ve begun my voyage in a paper boat without a bottom; I will fly to the moon in it. I have been folded along a crease in time, a weakness in the sheet of life. Now, you’ve settled on the opposite side of the paper to me; I can see your traces in the ink that soaks through the fibre, the pulped vegetation. When we become waterlogged, and the cage disintergrates, we will intermingle. When this paper aeroplane leaves the cliff edge, and carves parallel vapour trails in the dark, we will come together.

5

Слушах я докато слизах надолу към къщата, безмерно щастлив, че приказките ми могат да бъдат истина.

AK: You don't know the real me.

LM: There isn't a real you.

AK: Oh yeah, I forgot.