Leave ya' leaking and I'm not a plumber. I'm not Luigi: I don't beef with ghosts, dude.

Monologue #2, or what Marian will be up to, or I'm still trying to see how long I can run this ruse

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Leave ya' leaking and I'm not a plumber. I'm not Luigi: I don't beef with ghosts, dude.

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"I swear I can do it all, like I know I can do it, I can do anything I want on the first try. It's just how it is. I'm tired of pretending I'm not like able to do these things when I know I can. I keep having stupid fuckin' nightmares where I'm like fuckin' in school and shit. I don't care about school. I never really cared. Like I can do it, but I don't want to, but I still do it and do it well because I got nothing else to do.

"It's like I wanna' say 'fuck sleep' but at the same time, I fuckin' love sleeping. But if I didn't sleep, I could be like 'watch out for me' and do some of the fucked up shit I could like, I don't know, get a GED in January and drop out. I totally would if I could.

"I just wanna' say don't hate the player, you know?

"In other news, I feel like a fuckin' ghost. Well, less like a ghost and more like Marian in a ghost-like shape or like a paper doll or like just like in TV. I don't feel real at all, I feel distorted and the image blurs. You know? The girl from the Grudge or like the Ring? I feel like her right now. It's like my head is bashed in through the TV and I can see the fucked up shit behind the scene, but I can't really vocalize it.

"It's like my brain is melting into gunk and falling out through my ears. You know how they did mummification or whatever, that's how I feel. Pulling out my brain through my nose and feeling them mess around with it to turn it into a phylactery or whatever it's called. My brain and my heart and my lungs and my pancreas are like in tiny little jars, hidden away from me because if I got my hands on them I could finally like feel like entirely myself again.

"If I were a mummy and they were like 'no sorry you get no organs', I'd start running faster than I summoned my demons. I just wanna' see someone hurt a lot. Like maybe a broken bone going through their arm, I feel like that would make me feel better. It's like, you know, when you're exhausted and you need a rush to wakeup. I heard people do cocaine when that happens, I should try it sometimes but nobody at this shitty school got coke - or at least they don't wanna' share with me.

"Anyways, have you listened to Sewer Cocks by Prolaps?"
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