SOUL

Final Time that the record spins I suppose that there was something she wanted from me. But no. She just wanted to dance by herself. Her-Self.
His-Self.
He and Her.
He.
So what does this all account for?
One is never sure. I do think this explains how I feel about my own conversations.

-Nico

II. 

Rod: Very nice to see you looking so drab.

Soul: Well you’re a pleasant motherfucker aren't you

Drunken: Will you two please stop th bullshit

Sick just lies on the floor while the manics try and please themselves

Soul: Look girl you

Drunken: I'm not a girl

Soul: I just told you were

Sick: Whaaaaa?

Rod: now this is funk

Sam enters

Drunken: Look Soul if you call me out of my gender one more time I will slap the taste out of your mouth

Soul: Try it

Soul does

Drunken: Still taste the last 5 drinks I had. Epic Fali

Soul: or the foil of my soul

Sam: Really guys what the hell is going on in here.