Try to unidentify with Anna Domini , unassociated yourself with me, listening to me in secret, the drinks are on the house.
Mi Casa see su Casa… monkey shrine -and for me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me stop
Geisha town is maturing. (Gasp)
“Casa..get…” standing over to devalue the stereo music’s loud audacity “No, I’m busy” struggling with her expensive hair- valued at a million in hair insurance so it wasn’t her problem anymore. Cured with the paper love letter only the best man can ever provide to Russian Sleeping Beauties with a toothy grin like as of Anagda’s complete feeling 
feelings of well deserved compliance…
“Casa, I think in the year of your 26- you will be dead”…
“No,” finger to puffy mouth and hushing her own hungry belly too. “Merci beaucop Ana, for warning me and I know that is Warner-of you- that’s why I will always love you”
Pressing in clips into her wig dumb glossy hair. 
Slight silence fed Casa that all that she is doing is all wrong…
The feeling of God’s displeasure, sadness, loneliness 
“Ana? Ana…will I make it?” 
About to shakily cry with a mascara to one eye slightly more open than the other one.
Anagda leaves Casa with kicking the boombox across the floor until Ray Of Light started playing because this boom box is broke and stormed out Of Casa’s cosy boudoir dressing room. 
A real friendship is existent when a couple of goons get together and the people around them are sinking and didn’t figure out that they were being over watched by The All Seeing Vision of God and a better life as survivors when we get out is under construction.

… No way.
Now we are In Kyoto in a real monastery or something high up like we are utilising everything
My zen Buddhist introduction was an honest salutation: Bring your hands together in prayer mode and slowly nod your head breathing out in a mini cleansing breath
May the trance in me dispel the worrier in you

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