Fast talking man. Grabbing hands and giving out cards. With his name on it. Of course, he came up to me. He was hungry for my world. It's not good. Look here, in this box is what I know and there I am in stop-motion- visual-effect reality.

Queen Marie my ex best friend. She's gone home. Up to the winter cabin to dwell on the grey morning past. It's all over now/baby blue.

And Marie she dresses and runs away from bed. Pacing fast down the street, leaving some kind of feeling away. The man woke and roared. Marie's pillow laid naked. He picked up a long black hair where she lied. His veins grew blue with contempt, jealousy swimming in his empty head. He couldn't understand how his baby has picked up and left him. (Just like a stupid man, he put on his pants and went hunting after her.)
Out in the cold, blue street, Marie weeped, sitting in a corner, feeling the invisible steel cage all around her.
Dorian walked by sporting a coat and a bit drunk. He called out to Marie to ask her what's wrong.
It's life and life only, she said.
Oh come now, come with me. My debutants know what I need. But, you know got what I want.