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WHEN YOU ARE GONE I WILL STILL BE HERE
(Before any of this happens, I will tell you a story)

The murdering of Patsy Cline:

Her friends told her that she drank too much (She is an empty house filled with memory). She drank to wash away her sin--to be rid of herself. She felt that there was a place in which she wouldn't feel the desire for this anymore but in the mean time she was experiencing life to its fullest by trying to understand that which she could never fully understand because the science of time told her that everything was relative. She believed this statement. She never understood why. She just did. I am telling you too much. Watch:

"Hi"

"Hello"

(There is momentary eye contact)

"I've never seen you here before"

"I come here all the time"

(They look at each other again)

"That's funny. I wonder why we've never met."

"We've never been in the right place at the right time, I suppose."

"Yeah...I guess. What are you doing later?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

(He smiles and she doesn't smile back. She takes a drink of her beer.)

"Well, What did you feel like doing?"

(She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand)

"Oh, I don't know. What do you feel like doing?"

"Oh, I don't know....Why don't we get out of here."

(She smiles at him and finishes her beer, sealing the pact.)

IN A DARKENED BEDROOM SOMEPLACE ELSE:
(I will not go into detail)

They fuck.

He wakes up in the morning to an empty bed. There is a phone number lying on the pillow next to him. He calls the number, a couple of days later, and is asked if he is sure he has dialed correctly. He hangs up the phone and throws the number in the garbage, shaking his head.

(It never happened that way)

"I tell you this story only because it happened if I could tell you the truth and I can't I would tell you exactly what I have just said I feel now in my life I never let men touch me even when they think they are it is at the most intimate of moments when I can hide myself best (she is an empty house filled with ghosts) I want to be touched but I can never let that happen I don't know why this is true but it is if it wasn't true then I wouldn't be saying it I need you to understand how I feel please don't hurt me." She took a drink of her beer and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sealing the pact.

She woke up in the morning to an empty bed. There was a phone number lying on the pillow next to her. Filled with rage, she tore it as she herself is in half and left it lying on the bed.

(What is this place and who lives here?)

She never paid much attention to what was going on around her. What is important never happens. What happens is never important (These two statements are not one in the same). Nobody ever looks at her, but when they do she must always look away because she fears death.

(Death is the destruction of the self)

She equates sex and death and in this place she knew it would get her what she needed because no one really understood what she meant when she looked at them therefore she could manipulate people at will. She has no will of her own.

(Before any of this happens, I will tell you a story)

"Some things never really happen, we just think they do. In thinking that something has happened, when in reality nothing has taken place, we imagine ourselves to be someplace else. Sometimes, when we don't understand what is going on around us, this happens. When it happens, this movement of place--one thing disguising itself as another--it never really happens. It is only a matter of perspective.” She takes a drink of her beer, sealing the pact.

“I will turn myself into whatever you want me to be. I will do whatever you need me to do, be who ever you want me to be. I will like all of the things you like, even if it means that I must enjoy myself for you--I would never fake an orgasm. I need you. Please don't hurt me." He woke up in the morning to an empty bed. There was a note on the pillow next to him:

I will do things that are foreign to me,
things I do not understand.
When you are gone, I will still be here.

He began to cry. She came out of the bathroom and put her arms around him. “I am an empty house filled with voices.” Together they are in a darkened bedroom someplace else. I will not go into detail. It never happened that way. Here--let me tell you a story.


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