i-Lived Page #4

I-Lived.

Weird. There's a lot of

wackos using this thing,

just like every other app, but this actually

seems to be working for a lot of people.

So, I'm finally ready to start

taking this thing seriously,

and enter a new goal.

Make Greta...

my new girlfriend.

'Cause makin' out with a chick

in a bar is one thing,

but cl-cl-closing the deal

is a whole nother animal.

It could be a big job

for I-Lived.

Incoming message.

"Girls like nice guys."

"Do something nice

for six people."

All right.

Let the experiment begin.

I'm signing off.

But until then, I'm Josh.

This has been J-TECH.

P-p-p-peace out.

You been here all day. You

gotta shake the spot.

Time for you to go.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Yeah, please.

Thank you for your help.

Can I help you across

the street real quick?

Uh, no.

Are you sure? Yeah. I'm sure.

Hey, hey. I'm helping your dog.

Put this dog down. Jesus. Sorry.

Who are you?

I just wanted to help.

All right,

that definitely didn't work.

Who wants some candy?

Here's a lollipop

for the big boy.

What the f***?

B*tch.

Goddamn it.

Hello?

So, we've just put the celery,

onions and carrots in here to saut.

We're gonna bring it back,

and...

This should be called the Cougar

Cooking Class, 'cause, you know...

Now, remember, this is a very,

very male dance.

You have to be very strong.

Now take me 'round.

Very good.

"One hour to madness and joy!"

O furious! O confine me not!

What is this that

frees me so in storms?

What do my shouts amid lightnings

and raging winds mean?

- O savage!

- O...

Hey, man. We're trying to

have some coffee here.

That's Walt Whiteman, you jerk.

First of all, it's Whitman.

What man? Not "what

man?" Whitman.

It's Walt Whitman.

Whatever, dude.

No culture in LA.

All right. We're done.

That's crazy. I lived

the exact same thing.

Yeah, well,

no more blind faith for me...

when it come to

matters of the heart.

Well...

I'm not gonna let some

crazy narcissist ruin it...

for all the good girls

out there.

Oh, so you're like a philanthropist?

No, no, no.

Uh, more like a

humanitarian and a poet.

Oh, really? A poet.

"One hour to madness and joy!"

O furious! O confine me not!

What is this that frees

me so in storms?

What do my shouts amid lightnings

and raging winds mean?

O to drink the mystic deliria

deeper than any other man!

"O savage and tender achings."

"and you to be yielded to me,

in defiance of the world!"

"O to return to Paradise."

O bashful and feminine,

O to draw you to me,

to plant on you

for the first time,

"the lips of a determined man."

"O to be absolved from previous

ties and conventions."

I from mine, and you from yours!

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