Who have we got to be? What have we got to do? I want to know …

 

I’m greedy because I want you. I want everything. I want to be fucked. I want sex. I want this afternoon. I want to scream into the fucking air.

 

Life was missing life. I was looking for life, and I found life. Right here, in this room.

 

Look at us, so pathetic. So despicable.

 

What does God see? What does God think of us? Not very much. God’s thoroughly sick of our kind …

 

How dead are we? How dead do we have to be?

 

I want to be touched. I want something to reach me. Something I actually feel. It isn’t too much to ask, is it?

 

How long do we stay infatuated? How long does it last?

 

This is the endless end. This is endless destruction. It never ceases. Night and day.

 

Who are we, really? Who were we really meant to be? Because it wasn’t us. We weren’t doing this.

What are we doing in our real lives, in the real world? Because this world isn’t real. Because this world is fake.

 

God help us. God help me. God help the world. God help the universe. God help fucking God.

 

What right do I have to be happy? What right have you?

 

Are you going to fuck me? What are you waiting for – the revolution? (Laughter)

 

This world isn’t for us. It’s the wrong world. We don’t belong here. There was a mistake.

 

What’s the next twist in our sordid little world? What’s going to happen net? What are we going to make happen?

 

If we followed desire right to the end, what would we find?

Death, probably.

You would say that, death-boy.

 

What kind of people are we? What happened to us? What do we bring out in one another? What do we allow?

 

See you don’t really think these things. If you did, you’d leave him. The fact you haven’t means …

Means what?

That this is all bad faith. This is all posturing. You don’t want to go full-on nihilistic.

 

It’s you and me. At the end of the universe. Let’s fuck again. Let’s fuck for the end.