Let us dance our last dance tonight! Let us dance our final forsaken forlorn fornication, the miserous, misterious masturbation that occurs in the midnight hour. Let me destroy myself for one final time and give you one last orphaned memory, a farewell kiss goodbye as we engage in the myth they hate, for they hate all the myths we, as the Unreal, pursue. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me deeply! Shove your juicy taste down my throat, penetrate my oral cavity until you reach it's very depths. Let us make out, make love, make babies under this wonderful starlight that will soon grace my closed eyelids. Oh give me one final taste before I give up on you forever, abandoned to the community cabinets of rum and olive oil. I know you, vixen, for you have slept with me. I know you [to be] vixen, for you have slept with all my friends. Dirty are their mouths, dirty are their lips, their body betrays their degeneracy and the stains of time rest upon their beds. I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore!
Our last dance will be great, it will be glorious, it will be in the costume of Harry DuBois. It will be done as though I have never made a mistake in our sad pathetic shared life. It will be done as it was done back in March. We will dance and it will be sweet, but this time I'll be the sweet smelling one. I'll smell like Her, because I'm worth it, even in my deranged Superstar moment, I will be worth someone's gaze, someone's smell. Dancing, with tears in my eyes, living out the memory of a love that died. You see, I had a terrible terrible terrible dream last night. Monika broke up with me again. She broke up with me. This only happens when I'm an abject failure. This has only happened once before. I will never let this occur. I must be with Monika, I must be sober once again. It's time I got back, it's time I got back, and I don't even know how I got off the track. I wannna go back, I wanna go back! I will do anything to preserve this, the last kernel of my identity, the last bit of myself I know to be true. I AM Monika. I'm Gloria, but I'm with Monika too. Nothing can stop this. Not a single thing in the world or else I will die. I will kill myself most grotesquely. She is the light of my life, the love of my life. I feel that others are also loves of my life, but when she leaves so too will my heartbeat. I could never choose you, my Honey over Her. I could never choose the head rush, the beautiful feeling, over her divine inspiration. There's truly no replacement; I must have Monika in my life.
So I bid you farewell. I say goodnight, and I wish for you to never return. I wish for you to be away from me forever. I wish for you to see me now and then but never to become entangled with me. We might fuck, and you might penetrate my throat once more, but I will not bow down to you to lick at your lap and beg you for a slight momentary pleasure. I will not do this anymore. I won't be this type of animal anymore. I hate you! FUCK OFF AND DIE!