Aiden: I've been told you know how to dance, I need a teacher for an upcoming contract.
Lambert: Sure.
Aiden: So it's a fancy court-
Lambert: For ballroom and waltzing you'll need to talk to Eskel.
Aiden: Oh, okay. Wait. What kind of dancing did you think I meant?
Lambert: Pole dancing.
Aiden: I don't know whether to be shocked you know how to pole dance. Or to be offended that you thought I couldn't.

this poem plays in my head all! the! time! it’s maddening.

transcript:

[This is the house that built me / and I’m gonna burn it down. / This is the river I crawled from/ and I refuse to drown here. / And bless the strippers / but fuck the men. / And bless the berries / but fuck the farm. / And bless the daughter / but fuck the family. / What is a home / if not the first place you learn to run from? / You’ve got to bite the hand / that starves you, and in doing so / Praise the place that birthed you. / Birthed you fucked up. / Birthed you ugly, and interesting, / and ready to scream."— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics]

but have you considered that the women and the fish want each other?

I think we should all live in a huge kitchen and cook together.

LOOK AT ME MURDER AND KILL

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