[Pall sits up on the bench and snaps their fingers to get Rogg's attention. Rogg is attent for a moment.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA8YLg3OnDa
Pall: I consider myself a hopeless addict, a beggar, a base, a bastard. Maybe sometimes my opinion diverges quite heavily from the standard base of standard thought, those thoughts and emotions which are carried and felt by the average advantage in their pretty little middle-class homes, but none for I, for I, I in my shabby cloak and quite different approach, I only long to be normal like them. My longing causes issues in the liver, but I refuse help. It’s not that I don’t believe in medicine, I just can’t be bothered. When I awake in mornings, it isn't from a sleep. I can't sleep. I used to try to sleep, but now I don't sleep any longer. I have gone so far in this life and yet I still don't know how to sleep even one night. Take it one day at a time they told me. People who fail cannot adapt to our simple principles they told me. They tell me I am hyper-fixated on myself. And maybe I am. But that is okay, for what I consider myself. I consider myself a scum, a rat, a leech. Self-hatred has kept me intelligent. It has kept me awake in life, and alive in living. But I must be alone: Pall must stay away from all of you normal people I will ruin everyone I love. I have read Shakespeare, Dante and Milton. I am a prostitute, and I am a scholar. 49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyJNdTrfWSV
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains interest.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWknkXiJW7O
Pall: But what is of me? I am all interest in you, you little creature over there. Do you sleep also? Your eyes look like they close for long hours, they are young and lineless. You could write a song on those eyelids. But what's the use? Everything is doomed to come to dust after all, so maybe the poem could end with dust too. All these great summations of beauty and virgin colours given out in dust. And all the emotions too-49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBMrfDa8UGa
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains some interest.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pt4nhfIUr
Pall: And all of the emotions too, all of your happiness and lightness and pure bliss, all will come to dust after long, all ends in death, we all know that, and what can you say to counter that? That more love is the answer? No! I consider love the unevolved state of pure hate and sadness. Death is the evolved structure of life. Death...49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ZjcM5nkec
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains a little interest.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSBkSGpfNUm
Pall: Because living and being defeated, what does that, what does it even matter, 49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6kec9FeWc
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains a little interest.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrlUpE9o26a
Pall: What matter what it means-49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD7dXFV9d9w
[Rogg loses interest, this time Pall takes no notice.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQrieJhV6mI
Pall: What matter what it all means for your mind to lose track with my mind, because in the end, when all is said and all is done, you can never truly know me, can never truly know how I am all of myself in every impact all the way compact, you will never know, so here I am. I consider myself all that I have said and none of it. I am dust. Dust! Dried dust in a grave. I am silence and the faint echo left behind after I have died long in the future tense! I am nothing. 49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSwAxNCXQxO
[Pall ceases talking, falls to musing something. Rogg perks up.]49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORwYjSMwn6
Rogg: At last!49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1dd1MEy3YZ
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