"Baby, you look sad"
"What did you expect? you go look for a woman made of clay,
one that smiles when your knife slips gently down her
throught, like an awful paper cut".
"You listen to me! I gave you all you ever dreamed of"
"Yah, that and a horrible secret, creaping like a spider up
my spine, looking for a weak link, looking for a way out,
then I'll dye. Well, I can't live like that anymore, not
with you and not alone, with that sweetandsour secret".
"You do that, give up, my princess of fallen dreams, fall
like all your wishes, make a wish and pull that triger, let
me see you pull it, want me to pull it for you?





And when we read the lines of a newspaper clliping, that
has never occured to us.