Cecilia Corrigan, “A Letter Never to Be Sent From the Desk of Veronica Lodge On The Occasion of Reflection on Her Overeducated Ex-Girlfriend”

“But B, Walter Pater will never be our friend, he’s dead.”

The Renaissance, also, is over, everyone can go home now. Or perhaps,

(over theme) “Road trip!”

Please I’d like to buy that massive bottle o Perrier, barkeep.

You are correct, I’d like to be hated by the proles!

Anyway Yeah. so I don’t remember anything more because I was still drunk (I know, right?) and wasn’t aware how important I was going to become. All my diary entries, Burning alive!

Sometimes it strikes me as rotten. Some times she is a clerk.

At least now my therapists know that I don’t care about gender when I fuck, as long as whoever I’m fucking scares me a little. Das rite I sed it!!!

but you won’t admit it to me hey, everyone has some mistake he or her has done.

Some mentally addled mermaid is listening to LOL smiley face, our song!!

Since you left, the cafes have filled up with art school students reading Adorno.

Say what you like, but some have those little finger cuts from exactos or monsters ink. So.

Uhm, where are you tonight, sweet mm mm?

If the future does exist, it will be filled with stupid tall bodies like yours,

like the future in some early 90s neve movie which you’ve seen, your parents worked in stores and listened to oldies, while I was insomniac/bangs listening to Dear Heather, all of which goes to say wait don’t—w w wah dot

goes to say I’m not allowed to talk about the m word.

(pause)

(conspiringly)

Veronica:”M…A…R…” yeah but I’m not trying to bewitch or differentiate, ok, ok sometimes capital just Moves and i just Notice like “Wait was that a spec—uh, ghost? Or money?”

All my stories are about going home for xmas and pretending to believe in G:)d.

& U? O, historicize? O, dusty dusty? Uh not to be a snot but your taxonomy is only one bone in Mother’s body

“O Mother!”

Mother: “INFORMATION CLASSIFIED.”

Ripley: (wiping sweat ) “EMERGENCY OVERRIDE: HOW TO DESTROY ALIEN?”

O ok for example how about “Victoria’s Secret”.

Right? “Angels” or whatever. Some scent you get in a pink bag, I’m remembering it now.

I judged it and you. Historicized pleadingly, watery.

Oh yes, (insane laugh) V’s S, that place reminds me of Ms.Tedesco, 7th grade bio teacher, Italian, and major bitch.

So. We’re in our car in season one of our show on Showtime, you’re laughing and I’m driving and I go:

B, it’s not all about the Benjamins, baby.

(pause)

(singing) John I’m only mmmmm mm m

I got sent to the principal’s office for being rude because I wanted to impress her by making fun of Ms. Tedesco. No, not ugh—

No, she’s just some girl who just came into this a posteriori, some other Italian insano.

(singing) mmmmm mm m

You see, this is how principles of exclusion and spatial aesthetics get started: through simple misunderstandings.

(pause, suspenseful)

Girls, fucking you is like Time warp!

If the fans are all huh hah Years hah

CC Ch- Ch- huh uh ustsuperhardt t tor eresol lves like that movie. uhm Primer it’s just hard it’s

s s s s s s s s ssspinning sigh catching sigh skipping

Unless you’re too scared.

Time Warp!                                baby I 

Baby, Dear Baby. by New Year’s, I’ll be totally

I’m will be totally third sex

                                                      and You’re so Ringo Starr but(coughs)

Surrounded by papers. Surrounded by towers. Ingenue,we’ve got you surrounded!

She just wants to dancing. ”I see, a lot of cocaine”

Mother: tall girls = short men quod era demonstrandum.

Which means I’m not allowed to talk about M—mmm

                                  Huh huh huh

(singing)   fa fa fa, fa fa fa, fa fa fa.