I heard this lady telling you she was contagious, but she's a liar.
I saw her at the carnival,
her left arm slightly bruised,
but nevertheless, she was going to
evaporate.
I'll save my ass.
And pandemonium.
She's the gas masks and stumbling by, baby.
Humans are humans, soul or not.
I met that lady at three O' clock on February 31st,
and the detectives said her blouse was too short.
The men in the cathedral were all elastic,
but she liked the sound, so neither of us cared.
She was going to
evaporate.
But fuck you- there's no July, there's no April,
and plastic goes here in my stomach
so the people can all see my alteration.
We all get a little more terrified, quite possibly because
it's the end of the world, and a dress is a dress.
It's just a dress, dear.
God knows she's at the carnival.
She just started screaming
and freaking like murder right next door.
A tiny drop of blood came out of her nose,
but I told her you what you'd said,
and she stopped instantly,
purged like a whore, and then she just"¦
evaporated.