Jenny- Sometimes I have these dreams that I get a machine that projects me into a work of fiction because I am in love with someone.

Sarah - And inside this Chinese box you live a beautiful story full of sex and romance. Right? Good!
Sarah – Okay! Have you ever imagined you in a grammar book, with no humans but only verbs? If this machine you telling me projects you into a beautiful story, by mistake you could be reduced to a frustrated character, with verbs and articles as company.
Sarah - Do you know Joy Division, the British band from Manchester? Now, tell me, what do you think about love?
Jenny – Part of Joy Division was beautiful, the other one was meant not to be beautiful. Ian was an image that burned for itself into my mind.
Maybe, love equals death.
Sarah – Have you ever had sex with a man?
Jenny - Yeah, once.
Sarah - And?
Jenny - And I could have done that with a plastic toy.
Sarah – Oh, baby! I am not in the mood for this tonight.
How can you see “love” when everything in front of you is sex? Even with love in front of you, you believe that you can´t find it.
Jenny – Why? Could you be more specific?

(Some music)
Sarah – I told you. I am not in the mood for this tonight.
Jenny – Tell me!
Sarah – Tame the cunt! Tame it!
It will not control you! It will not take your soul!
Or the cunt will win the game?
You have to be the one who is in charge, Jenny.
You have to be the one who says yes, first.
Sarah - . I will teach you the techiniches to seduce any hard-body blonde.
First: Language, the magical key to unlocking the female analytical universe.
Tap directly into her hopes, her wants, her fears, her desires, and her sweetie little panties.
Learn how to make that lady “friend” your sex-slaver
Jenny – What comes out of your mouth is totally irrelevant, understood?
Sarah - Are you nervous? Am I making you nervous?
Sarah – Well, good, ´cause that´s the idea.

How can I describe you What I see?

How can I describe to you what I see? There it is: My vision of the world.
I think there are two ways you can see the world. First, you see the sadness that is behind everything. Second, you choose to keep it all out of you.
Each face is different, but the same. The electricity into the eyes of a walker it just can be captured for one single moment. Then everything is gone.
Sometimes I feel myself possessed by some demons, and I absolve all the sadness I see. My chest gets tight and it seems like I will blow out if I don´t move around.
I wish I could move around like a dancer, like poetry, every moment I feel myself sad. But there I am, with the electricity of my eyes reflecting only sadness. Petrified, paralyzed, as a stone made of pain.