Thomas never glows. Your eyes are open. Cheater. Little girl, I don't like being alone all the time. I throw stuff. She smokes. Her lungs probably hate her. He's got a knife. It is my God-given right to possess you. Sinking, blinking, thinking. I'm glad you were cut into four pieces. We need a title. I'll give you a song you won't remember. In my dream you were a girl. What a gorgeous chin! I mix my old clothes with my new clothes. Oh no! Akward interracial sexual tension! Stop it! you are too old to be dying your hair green and blue, sir. Yay, medicine. I shall find you in the dead of night and shave your head. Spare me. I'll never be this.