Arlene Ang & Valerie Fox | Some Bad Life

I keep dreaming this is all some bad life.

Local greeting: Hi. Lament: Woe to me.

The eclipse confused us. We didn't know how much time passed

or how to communicate this to anyone else.
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You brought out the worms in me.

And I used to have two good arms for waving goodbye.

I wasn't even supposed to be on that fistfight back to Philadelphia.

I was supposed to be Dracula in a real movie.
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The first three years aren't separated into months, more like meals.

Possession and marriage are interchangeable.

I am liable to think that this is all Eve's fault.

We're all still here eating the apple, and we really hate apples.
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The words brains and more-brains are your limitations.

I'm not as lucky. I can relate.

There have been five pictures left in that camera for months now.

This has nothing to do with severed limbs.
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There's no chance for a change in television now.

The smell of rot in this small room is our rightful children.

What an exciting finish to a fulfilling day, a right rented one.

A dulling thud follows me, like this.