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GHOST STORY is a new musical with lyrics by Mel Hornyak, music by Elliot Valentine, book by Mel Hornyak and Elliot Valentine.

Find Mel Hornyak and Elliot Valentine on YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, and Tumblr @melliotwrites.

(JOEY and ANTHONY are holding a photo of JOZEF and HAO cooking in the kitchen, with HAO smiling affectionately at JOZEF, who watches him with adoration. They look at a new photo and HAO and JOZEF again take the poses captured in the photo elsewhere in the house. JOEY and ANTHONY wander around and through these vignettes but cannot disrupt them.)

ANTHONY
THIS WHOLE TIME, THERE’D BEEN LOVERS HERE BEFORE
IT’S IN THE SCUFFS ON THE FLOORBOARDS AND THE DOOR
DIFFERENT HAIRS LEFT ON THE COMB
THEY MUST HAVE MADE A HOME
A PLACE IN THE SPACE BETWEEN ME AND YOU
A HEAVEN WE COULD LIVE IN, TOO

JOEY
THEY MUST HAVE LOVED HERE THE SAME WAY I LOVE YOU
IT’S IN THE CURTAINS WHEN BIRDSONG TUMBLES THROUGH
INITIALS CARVED IN WOOD
IT MUST HAVE BEEN SO GOOD
A PAINTING BOTH BEAUTIFUL AND TRUE
A HEAVEN WE COULD LIVE IN, TOO

JOEY/ANTHONY
SOMEDAY SOMEONE COULD LOOK THROUGH OUR PHOTOS, TOO
PALE AND FLEETING
CAUGHT IN A FRAME, OUR GLANCES REMAIN ASKEW
NEVER MEETING
THEIR PHOTO IS A VERSION OF OURS WITH A SMILE
SO WHY CAN’T WE MANAGE TO PRETEND FOR A WHILE?
WHAT ANSWER DID THEY HAVE THAT WE OUGHT TO KNOW?
WHO REMEMBERS? 
HOW DID THEY FAN THEIR SPARK SO THE FLAME COULD GROW
INTO EMBERS?
IF THEY WERE AS PERFECT AS THEY APPEAR
WHAT CHASED THEM AWAY?
AND IS IT STILL HERE?

(they turn warily back towards each other)

THEY FELT SO HAPPY, SO WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US? 
IT’S IN THE COBWEBS AND THINGS WE CAN’T DISCUSS
IT’S IN THE ECHO OF A FIGHT
IN THE SHEETS KICKED OFF AT NIGHT
IN THE SLAM OF BROKEN FENCES
IN THE COUNTING OF EXPENSES
THE CLOTHES LEFT ON THE FLOOR
I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE

IF THEIR HEAVEN WAS ANYTHING
LIKE WHAT I WANTED WITH YOU
IT’S A HEAVEN THAT WE’D NEVER GET INTO
A PLACE TOO PRISTINE FOR THE AWFUL THINGS WE DO
A HEAVEN THAT WE’D NEVER GET INTO
A HEAVEN THAT WE’D NEVER GET INTO
A HEAVEN THAT WE’D NEVER
GET INTO

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THIS WILL BE MY FINAL HOMOPHOBIC SONG EVER BYE

lyrics:
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots

If a faggot on my block, imma show him how i sggrrat
If a faggot on my cock, imma stomp him till he splat
If a faggot wanna beef, imma dick him till he blow
If a faggot tryna meet, ya all my homies know that I
Show no love
To homo thugs
Fuck a faggot ass
Till there's no more blood
Dick thicker than thick wicker
I put my fucking pecker in his tight little clit quicker
Ya I can't get enough of this shit
Ya it's a big kicker-
Ya we swapping the spit all while his dick flicker

Aye
It's like DMX said blud
Ain't no room for faggots
When you rapping for the hood
Ain't nobody laughing
When you clapping in the mud
Ya we not gone give you props
If you act like one us
Ya we not gone hear you out
Since you acting kinda sus
Ya I entered in his mouth and faggot,
I'm about to bust
Ya I pray to Jesus every day and y'all had better trust
Imma suck the skin off of his cock and battle with his nuts
Imma eat all of the pizza, except I don't want the crust
Imma fuck him in his ass until he's leaking out some puss
Imma fuck that faggot so good he ain't ever about to fuss
Boutta be Adam and Steve up in this hoe, and faggot plus
We ain't ever boutta talk about these queers, ever discuss
Imma give that dude my babies, god damn what the fuck

I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots
I can't fuck with these faggots

Can't control myself around these queers
Being around these faggots really sends me into tears
I haven't really fucked a bitch in boutta cuppa years
I am way less fucking confident than I appear
I will crumble under all my peers
In highschool there was pioneers, but I was drinking beers
Instead of graduating, trying to reach a higher tier
I just spend my days just killing faggots frying queers

If I had a nickle every time I killed a fag
I would have enough to buy a balenciaga bag
If only people knew my history, like ya I'd fucking brag
When I see these fucking faggots, ya my brain just fucking lag
If I had a nickle every time I killed a fag
I would have enough to buy about a hundred thousand mags
I'd be filling up my pockets till them bitches fucking fat
I'm so homophobic, ya this my xenophobic swag
Okay I'm done being homophobic now

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