Just cut me in two, one, two, this is the number, just cut my waist, oh such a waste, such a wonderful, dearsome waste, darling. You enter the room, semi naked, like a semi detached house, like the waste you never had or never will have again. What are you drinking darling, what are you drinking, without looking back, just in case you might turn into a pillar of salt for the sweet and sour soup and water. Youyouyou just need to cut me in two and take the two and stick it back together. You are there, one two three you are somehow there, wanting more. Although bloody and boring, you always want more. I thought that would be scary, this number of yours with the hooks on your forehead, the bloody hooks.

You have something inside your eye, you say, or this is so that we come closer.