Soft Matter Page #4

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Get out of my room.

Sleep well.

Yo, I'm gonna go scope the sitch.

I'll circle around and curate with you,

let me know what's up.

Cool, I'll just be here

in my own world of creation.

Unlocked.

Unlocked.

Unlocked.

Locked!

But why?

What are you trying to tell me, machine?

Haircut!

Haircut!

Haircut!

[Haircut] Yo.

Maybe we should leave.

[Haircut] I'm in the middle of painting.

We'll make it part of the art.

[Haircut] It is the art.

No, the person thing.

What person thing?

Dude, this thing can't still be alive.

This place has been shut down for months.

It's horrible.

Why is it beeping?

I don't know, should we leave?

Because of the beeping?

Dude, because what is this?

You don't think that'll

scare off the art people?

I mean we could make

it a part of the art

and we'll just act like we made it.

I could paint some stuff in here.

Some lumpy flesh things.

Own it.

Oh God.

I guess that's what I'm doing.

We're gonna make your mama love you.

My morning walk I gladly take

breathing in the summer air.

The light is new, the weather fair.

The creatures wish to see my face.

My morning walk I gladly take.

I dawdle now and then retrace.

In afternoon, my walk is calm.

The idle sun shows all the ground.

The hillside scarred, broken bone.

The breeze is careless on the shore.

In afternoon, my walk is calm.

I trust the paths I found before.

The walk at eve I fear to tread.

I know the day will soon be dark

when moon rules night and owls hark.

I fear the vastness of the plain

a walk at eve I fear to tread

for I know I shan't walk again.

[Female] Yo, I'm taking a wine break.

You want any?

Nah dude.

I'm high off spray paint and (mumbling).

Just like they tell you not to do.

Cool, later.

Aren't you a dream come true?

(upbeat music)

You are the opposite of

a shriveled up dead guy.

Haircut, be here now!

Haircut!

The hell you do!

This is so stupid.

We should leave.

Cut!

Cut, we should go!

Haircut!

Haircut, we should go!

Cut, cut!

Haircut, we should go, Haircut!

(beeping)

Treefish.

Brilliant.

I got this.

Hello Ms. Treefish.

The lights are weird now.

I suspect the electric company

has finally shut us off.

Did you do all this?

Where did you get spray paint?

(shouting) any more of you!

Who are you?

You here for the art show?

No.

I work here.

This place has been closed for months.

Yes, I know.

Then you know you don't work here.

My colleague and I still work here.

We still have patients.

None of this makes sense.

You broke my ribs!

I'm sorry.

All my ribs!

Help me up.

You better get out of here.

Oh, I know, that's

what I was trying to do.

You can leave the dead guy.

I have a collection of them.

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