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I'm a plane! Look at me, I am a plane! Look at ME, I AM a plane! Look at me!
And a plane... becomes a metaphor for my life, and I suffer for it like I'm insane. You know? It is my art. To disguise my body in the shape of a plane.
How does it feel to know your night light and your curling iron... are lit up by the sweat of others? The floor is littered. [with woodchips, apple cores and hulls of acorns.]
They are squirrels; real squirrels. (And there are thousands) Now THIS isn't some kind of metaphor!!! Goddamn, this is REAL.
And a plane... becomes a metaphor for my life, and I suffer for it like I'm insane. You know? It is my art. To disguise my body in the shape of a plane.
How does it feel to know your night light and your curling iron... are lit up by the sweat of others? The floor is littered. [with woodchips, apple cores and hulls of acorns.]
They are squirrels; real squirrels. (And there are thousands) Now THIS isn't some kind of metaphor!!! Goddamn, this is REAL.