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The Mummy And Daddy Dance
BILL. I love a child.
MARCELLA. Children are fortunately captivating.
BILL. Yes, yet my love is excellent.
MARCELLA. My love is spooky yet we must have a child; a spooky child.
BILL. Do you follow me?
MARCELLA. Children come from love or desire. We must have love to possess children or a child.
BILL. Do we have love?
MARCELLA. We possess desire, angry desire. But this furious desire may murder a child. It may be killing babies someday somewhere.
BILL. Let’s have a child.
MARCELLA. My expectation is children.
BILL. They will whisper of our love.
MARCELLA. And our perpetual, enrapturing, valuable fantasy.
BILL: Let’s dance. I’ll record your journey through your immortal realms of terror and mild moony lustre, in soft sexual delusions of varied beauty. To delight the wanderer and repose his burning thirst and tepid hunger.
They let cords and stakes bind. Dolorous hissings. You can’t have this. It’s not even by The Phantom Band so fuck you