[Pall sits up on the bench and snaps their fingers to get Rogg's attention. Rogg is attent for a moment.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8wI0EjLVCF
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. 110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPRg5wRQS7
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains interest.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrqVmTYH18Z
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-110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV0lQApwfSJ
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains some interest.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt7s1vIneK8
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...110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLvWGxPrUy1
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains a little interest.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ6da0EJmiM
Pall: Because living and being defeated, what does that, what does it even matter, 110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6K7XdghQdH
[Rogg loses interest, Pall snaps fingers, regains a little interest.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlT71AH0KNA
Pall: What matter what it means-110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdj21zZJpek
[Rogg loses interest, this time Pall takes no notice.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7YOnLbpyIy
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. 110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡprHGW0KgWa
[Pall ceases talking, falls to musing something. Rogg perks up.]110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSN8EFc4J3S
Rogg: At last!110Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLf9RHScuqM
