Prelude to my footloosePreludeDarknessVoice One: [Female - teens] What does our generation have?Pause[Theres a long sigh/exhale followed by a small cough. ]Voice Two: [Male -teens] I dont understand? Like T.V? The internet?Voice One: No No not that.Voice Two: [chuckling]Well then youre not making much sense Voice One: Fuck you Voice Two: [Quickly. His voice is calm, reasonable] What do you mean?Voice One: Well People remember the sixties. Even we do. We werent even born in the sixties. My parents werent even Voice Two: Yeah but a lot of shit when down in the sixties. [inhales
Do not confuse with catfishI had a dream about a car crash last night. IPulled the handbrake to save you, ended up on my sideLegs caught under the dashboard, the smell of petrol burning my eyes.Then you pulled me out, and all I could talk aboutWere the underwater kittens we had just taken home.I don't know if this melted your heart or broke it.You told me they had died, just like the spider monkeys,But when we got back we found one. We fed it Caviar and milk until it was too big for the tank.We let him go in the river behind our house, and Every night we would leave him caviar and milk,He still died, just like the spider monkeys.