scary tales at dawn

Don't open that door!
good journalists fighting against bad ones in absentia.
Friends not so, you don't stand a chance! You're discussing their context.
I can't help you, you won't get my head.
And so the good turned out to be in addition to the evil.

Close all the doors. The way to your hell is another wicket.
Yes, Ouija's home is nice.
But what an enormous kaleidoscope of events,
Without exception, everything becomes entertainment content.
circus of death rides.
Russian roulette is a fool's errand.
Misfire? No?
they just had bad guns.
This world is full of madness.
Close all these doors, there's a draft out of them.
These drafts have the power of a hurricane.
Just close it.

The world is full of injustice
exactly to trap fools in its trap.
And make them fight.
I am cautious and impartial.
Are you?
You'll be attacked by the world at your weakest point, like everyone else.
You can't stand inaction? For you, it will be the calm.
For those who crave freedom, it will become a prison.

But it's a fake world, you feel the energy, don't you?
This world will drain you dry.
Because you are set up from denial knowing you don't love, not knowing you do.
It's a dead end. It's not the world that's bad, it's just finely tuned and responsive.

Close it. Those who walk out that door don't come back in.
The pull of reality is unreflectable.
Your one foot is outside. Are you comfortable?

I'm not, by the way. I've been standing in these doors for three years.
Yes? Come back, your coffee must be getting cold.
And by the way, those aren't your clothes.
And by the way, that's not your face either.
How so?

No, I think those sneakers and pants are mine.
But I'm not really sure. The belt is definitely mine. Or not.
Do you really recognize this town?
How did you end up here? You don't remember that.
Ouija, I know where you're copying all this crap from,
every word is plagiarized.
Really?

I've got this beautiful strip-verse song ringing in my ears.
Here's some good music.
Beautiful striptease-verse-ring?
She's not from here, by the way.
Just close the door with the reporters.
Okay. My foot's glued to the outside.
Ouija is really the devil's work.

There were no guests like that in that hotel.
Yes, Carlos the Sorcerer would be fascinated by such places.
Don't try to fool yourself with a mundane explanation.
You won't succeed.
Maybe I can,
I know the magic spell, “I just sit and work.”
That sounds sedating.
Yes.

Ouiji, I just haven't read harry potter.
is this performance art about a boy with glasses and a wand maybe?
No, we have different wands.
What?
Nothing.

I'm falling out of reality.
You've been doing nothing else your whole life.
Of course, but it's a very unstable equilibrium.
All kinematics is a series of falls.
That's a platitude.
Of course, here's another one:
There are doors open and doors closed.
He knew exactly what he was talking about.

Open the closed one
and don't stick your nose in the open ones, they're just judgmental press conferences.

How am I gonna open the closed ones if they're all locked?
I'm a burglar, maybe?
Not all of them. And find the key.
Damn door metaphors, I'm really getting tired of them.
Climb through the window, then.
Thank you.
That makes the metaphor even more beautiful.
That's a marvelous hatchet job.

And who's writing all this, by the way? It's not my thoughts.
Well, the thing is, the belt isn't yours, the face isn't yours, the thoughts aren't yours.
You have nothing of your own here.
Ouija, do the word “except” seem to be necessary here?
And that means you don't understand the meaning.