“That fish is too salty for me.“
“But you need salt, Mel. We haven´t had salt for 2 days, so you need salt now.”
“I tell you, it doesn´t feel right. The way up here I´ve always been avoiding the stuff with salt in it.”
“So maybe you´re needing it really, and you´re already so much used to not having it, it would blow up the whole of the tension that keeps you together.
Let me touch you.
You´re completely stiff.”
“I´m stiff? That from a dehydrated, drug using tension-block like you.”
“That I´ve been for too long, but no more.
Can´t you get the old pics off your mind?”
“It´s no pics, Elaine.
I´ve got a full-body feeling of it in me. O.k., it´s a sort of memory, but it´s plastic-elastic and I tell you: you might think you´re doing fine, but you´re just doing better.”
“Guessed I´ll take that one, it´s got nothing to do with you.
For how long you think you´ll play the untouchable.”
“O, you´re so categorizing. Stop it!
It hurts my ears.
Then give me the fucking salt.”
“No.”
“No? So you just want to piss me off, or what?”
“No, but you just said yes to please me.
I want you to understand and feel why it´s important.
I want you to want it.”
“You´re a real freak then, huh?
O.k., it´s right, you are right , you´re damn bloody well right.
That´s what you want to hear?”
“No, it´s not for me and I also don´t give shit for your health.
I just can´t stand certain kinds of contradiction.
It freaks me out.
Here´s the salt.”
“Better explanation, better understanding.”
“Hey, you two really make a nice couple.
You seem to have concentrated 30 years of blind marriage in half an hour I was gone.”
“Cut it, what´s up?”
“The president, Mel.”
“The president is the guy I´m going for. He´s up, he´ll be down.”
“Bingo by Elaine, chances have never been that good. He´s up, just awoke from a big sleep.
Found that piece of newspaper, front page for the President --- and his dog,
cute, huh? And it says, in his sleep he decided to give the dog a spiritual teacher.”
Saturday, January 31, 2009
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