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You never had to tell me, Niki. Not with your words, at least. I could see it in the longing reflecting in your eyes. I...I'm never going to see you again, am I? Shit...I don't know where you are, how far away you are, how long you could be gone, but there's this...ache in my chest that tells me that when you squeezed my hand before you left, it was the last time.
I...fuck. I want to think you would've said "Yes," Niki. I think...we both knew the answer to that question. And if our time in each other's lives was as brief as it was...I...well, heh, that's why I wrote that fucking song, right? And I'll...I-I'll take it, five minutes at a time, every day, and hold onto your memory, for the rest of my life. I don't know how I'll do it without you, b-but...I have to live for you, right?
Till death do us part, Niki. I'll find you, wherever next I go. Wherever next you go. I love you.
In the end, was I a fool for leaving you behind? To be your last memory of me a sad farewell?
Adam, I want you to know that I'm wearing the ring you gave me that day.
And that... even if we might never see each other again, I hope my feelings will reach you no matter how many lightyears apart we are from each other: I love you.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!! MY man! Wanna hang out in some broke-down garage with a six pack and six strings? I promise I won't talk about your brother for 2 hours like I usually do. Prrrrrrrobably.
Kids are awesome, right? They have so many questions! Questions about EVERYTHING! About why your hair is colored or why they can't play the right notes, why the sky is blue and why gum sticks in your hair when you shove it in there...Fuck, it makes me feel a lot less stupid with all their questions! Because it's like you can never ask a stupid question, because none of their questions are stupid, because it's all about learning and shit, right? Makes me kinda miss music tutoring, not gonna even lie.
sure, but i think you'd be surprised. i get less 'why is the sky blue' and 'why is your hair funny' and more 'do you know five night's at freddy's?' 'do you know angel dust?' 'can we listen to this tiktok song?'. there are no inherently stupid questions... only questions that become stupid once you've grown up.
I'm having science class flashbacks, not gonna lie. How could you STAND to study that shit? Some people say there's like. Music and shit in science, and in the patterns of like. Math and cells and whatever? Guess your ears are tuned differently than mine.
Please. PLEASE get me the number of your stylist. The flower embroidery? The cuffed pants? The ascot? You're EATING the seventies, hon, and you are NOT leaving any crumbs behind. Oh--hey, we're kinda matching! Neck tie to neck tie! Sick as shit.
Am I..? I didn't think I ever dressed stylish...ly. I just like being comfortable... That's really kind of you to say, especially from someone so... hm... fashionable..? I don't know what to say...
Heeeey gurl what is fucking UP? You and I seem to compete for opposite pages a lot of the time in those damn magazines. LOVE the butterflies. I have a ton of them tattooed across my back. Why'd you pick them for your style? Is it the beauty after being a shell for so long? I like they way they meta...meto...when they cocoon and then come out! It's like "Fuck yeah, little dude. Be your sick self."
Hello. I have, unfortunately... Not heard of you, I don't think... I don't actually read magazines that often... You look like someone who could be famous, most famous people are bright and gaudy, especially musicians... Honestly, I did not know a lot about butterflies, before some people told me about them... I thought they were pretty. The butterflies becoming my... "thing" was somewhat out of my control. But, yes... "Be your sick self.", like a butterfly would. I don't know why someone would *want* to be sick .... But if they do, they .... Should.
Hey, what do, uh...forensic botanies even do? Are you like in a lab studying murdered plants? Who done it? Like plant crime dramas? That's fucking doooooope. Thinking about plants with little knives and fighting and shit! I almost don't want you to tell me what it is, because I have so many thoughts in my head about plant...cide? Planticide? Plants fighting plants. A plant fight club. Okay, actually though, is that what you study?
Ahhh... ha, hhahaha, no, no... what I do is maybe a, a bit more morbid than that. B-but it is kind of... funny, hehe... to imagine a little ffflower, holding a knife. Ahh, I don't think they w-would even if they could, though... p-plants, plants aren't capable of malice, and, and violence, the way that people are. Not even weeds... th-they do what they need to to survive, and that's all. P-people are... are different... animals are... ahhh... well... I like your idea, though. I don't imagine you encounter a lot of corpses as a musician...? I think that's nice. Music is, is nice... I don't listen to a lot of p-punk rock, or, umm, or really much of anything that my plants don't enjoy, but... I'm sure you're very good at it... ahh, if I could handle loud noises, maybe I'd try... do- umm, is it, is it ruining the effect if I play it very quietly...?
Fucking Teddy, man, that's fucking great. You gotta make teddy bears, right? Do you do customs? Like, what kinda fur patterns can you do? Like, maybe magnets in the hands to hold? Little clothes for them? I'm coming up with like half a dozen ideas I want to run by you for a gift I wanna snag for someone... <3
O…Oh. A-Ah… yes, I do… (ahem) I *can* make custom teddy bears. They’ve always been my favorite kind of stuffed animal to make. They’re perfect for any occasion, and for any loved one. So trust me when I say I will do my brea—B-BEST work into m-m-making your gift a reality…!
ANOTHER performer! How do you get the crowd hype? I usually open my jacket and just kinda let the skin talk, but that's my brand, and I make people scream a lot, not laugh. You gotta tight five? How'd you come up with it? No--don't tell me the jokes. You're always telling the jokes! I wanna know the source. Because that's what makes good material, right? The back bone.
Ohoho, how daring of you! I would consider dress to be my strongest suit, rather than skin, but diversity makes the creative world go 'round! It's important for us to have our own special brand, now isn't it?
Going to the source! I like your style. You're my favorite kind of audience, darling: a curious one. Of course, I can't reveal my secrets so easily, but if you'd like to talk it out sometime, do give me a call! I can always make arrangements...
What the fuck. What the FUCK. Who is your stylist. Who does your clothes. WHERE THE HELL DO I GET THAT MUCH GLITTER ALL OVER MY BODY?! But for real, you just. God, how can anyone even frown LOOKING at you?! Your colors? Your puppets? Your glitter? The LEOTARD WITH THE SUIT JACKET COMBO?! The HAIR?! Hot as fuck. Full send.
Our STYLIST? Our CLOTHES? The GLITTER? It's all US, dear Adam! Gyahahaha! Thank YOU!
Heeeeeeeeeeey, so, what kind of photography do you do? Still life, landscapes, or like...okay, I'll level with you. Do you do events? Because don't tell my fiancé but I. Might've forgotten to hire the wedding photographer I promised I'd remember to. Save me from the dog house, buddy, please. Free food and good pay? Deal? Please say deal. I'm going to be in so much fucking trouble.
[Chuckles] I do a little bit of everything. I do freelance, but I also work with magazines or present my work to contests or other media that could be interested in my wor- oh, I am getting side tracked again. [Coughs] I am often hired for events, yes and I've been to many weddings myself. I can offer my services to you, and don't worry, this last minute agreement will be kept secret from your fiancé. I hope the event goes wonderfully, I'll try to capture you two in the most flattering way... and congratulations, by the way.
Pretty morbid family businesses, huh? Do you and your sister work on...projects together? It feels really fucking disrespectful to call funerals and writing about dead people as projects, but I...what do you call it?! I gotta say, I dunno why you guys lean so much into the aesthetic of it all, but you guys ROCK it. Hey--you ever thought about starting a band? Your fits ALONE would draw an audience--no need to even perform well. Promise? You'd make mad cash just for showing up.
Okay, the stars are so cute, you're cute as shit. But. Listen. Do you. Do you believe it? That like. UFOs. Are they out there? I dunno, I've been pretty fucked up some nights and looked up at the skies and I swear to god I saw something. There was like a flash of something across the sky and my buddy started screaming and I think someone levitated? Someone definitely was off the ground for a while. But that was probably the ayahuasca talking. Actually it definitely was. That was a messed up night. Someone might've been taken to the hospital. What were we talking about?
You ever get called Peppermint because of the scarf? Either way, love how it ties everything together. Contrasts just enough with the top, and adds a flash of color--and matches the hair? Call you the personal STYLIST not the personal assistant at your rate.
I don't fuck with that scary shit, man, I almost punched a scare actor in the face when I went to a scary house a few years ago. But hey, everyone's got a function to go to, right? Also, what the fuck is an Anna Log? Is she like, famous in the scene and they named it after her?
Gweh…I don’t know who ANNA LOG is. Am I supposed to? Is she nice? I haven’t seen anything about her in anything related to analogue horror.
Heeeeeeeey now, haha! Slow your roll, there, ghoulie! Way to start a fucking conversation! Are all coroners like this?! Like, super into the death and shit off the clock? Maybe you just really dig the scary vibes, and listen, the aesthetic? It's working. Purple IS YOUR COLOR!!! First off--made it to 28, so let's keep hoping, right? Second off--literally don't need an excuse to drop my top and show off skin, so no need to wait for me to be kicking buckets. Sorry, sweetheart, I hardly have secrets! I've got nothing more to hide~ Call me shameless. Third off--believe you me, I cut some close calls with the party scene, but I got my ass rocked a few too many times to dip my toes back in. Besides...I have something so much better than any high I could chase. <3 Nothing's gonna tear me from that. So, um. Fuck. Where the hell do we take this conversation from here?!
Ehehe... Hi, Addy! Did you know? Did you know? Most rock stars die at the age of 27. A lot of the time, they get a little too gluttonous and overdose on drugs, but sometimes they take matters into their own hands. Fame is a heavy burden to bear, I guess! I wonder, what will you do? You kind of look like someone who is a few bad nights away from picking up a full bottle of antidepressants, but I know better than to judge a book by its cover! Still, I'd love to find all your tattoos. I bet you have some pretty ones hidden underneath there -- little secrets for me to find when you finally hit the bricks! You'll let me, right? Although, it's not like you'll have much of a choice when the time comes! Hehehe!
...I'm so sorry but I have no idea what we're fucking talking about. Are those song lyrics or something?
If I were in reverie, would you be my dream? If the character "Sauvageon" lacks the quality of realness, does that mean nobody can judge him? ——
Alas, one day: we wake up, or we die in our dreams.
—— "If they bear such names: / The sanekatsura vine / of the Osaka mountain — / How I wish there was a way to come to you, / As if pulling in a vine, unknown to others." Sanjō Udaijin.
How do you math? Like, beyond the addition and subtraction and multiplication shit? Division always fucked me up too, N-G-L.