Wild in Blue Page #3

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I want to explore you.

Each spot, each track.

Everything we do. Whether it

is now sex or violence...

It all ends on our bodies.

The lies were so brilliant.

You were brilliant because they were stupid.

And simple.

You've deceived you.

That's why we are

both Kurtz's skull.

Unfortunately, this is the whole meaning of history

.

That's all the rules unnecessarily

and unnecessary.

Verpisse you!

A long time ago.

How do I get the honor?

I only wanted to see your face.

Okay.

I wanted to see one last time

eyes.

Some things never change.

- No.

What? What do you want, Charlie?

Music?

What?

Suicide.

Suicide?

That's, uh, that's really good.

Yes, that's really good.

Okay...

You know what came first: the

turntable or the board?

Turntables came first.

Long before the board.

Thomas Edison made the first

plate.

She ran up and down

on a cylinder.

You know, at that time sold

furniture retailer, uh,

they sold turntable as furniture.

And they wanted to Edison's design not license

, so they have begun

to make their own plates.

Companies like

Columbia Furniture Company and

Paramount Furniture Company

began to make their own plates

. They looked so.

Not for Sale! No.

It was all about the

furniture. They made furniture.

Why it never went.

It was never about music, Charlie.

It was about furniture.

And musicians were just a tool.

Well, Dad, now it's just a

to motherboards and computer logic,

so it's sh*t.

Do not worry drum.

Hm, okay.

Ashley...

Who?

- I love them.

She reminds me of Mom

You piece of sh*t!

Speech ever again about your mother!

Take their name in your mouth!

Thank you, sir.

I love you, Dad.

Do you get out here! Crawl

out of here, you useless, soulless,

goddamn piece of sh*t!

You love absolutely

nothing! Just nothing!

You've no love in you! Verpiss

now finally! Crawl out of here!

Do you get out! I

beating yourself together, you wanker!

Thank you.

Do not look so at

, dirty bum!

Should make me afraid? You're just a little

Dreckspisser.

Nothing more than a small Dreckspisser.

What do you think seriously, you're making me

afraid? Should I really be afraid?

Hey? Come on,

make me afraid, motherf***er!

You do not even know what love is.

I just had a nightmare.

I've invented everything.

I'm a weirdo.

A P*ssy and useless.

I do not wanna die.

I love you.

Do you know?

I'd do anything for you!

I am aware of.

Why did you do that, Charlie?

Because films let you do things that

you can not do in real life.

I've done that for you.

Because I love you.

Thank you, Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie, stop it!

- Why?

Au, Charlie. Charlie!

- You can not hurt me.

What? Stop it!

Get off!

Charlie!

Stop it!

- I'm the f***ing king!

Let me!

- I'm the best!

Charlie! Let me go!

Charlie, you stupid bum, get off!

Ouch! Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie! No! Beat it!

Au, you f***er!

Do you like it?

- Get off me! Charlie, no!

F*** you!

Charlie!

What did I say? I'll thrash you

now right!

You can not hurt me!

Please stop!

Charlie, please!

Please do not!

Please!

Please!

I wanted to make an honest film.

Absolutely without lies.

I thought I had something to say

, something useful for everyone.

With a film that buries all the dead

things that we carry within us.

Instead, I was the one who had the

not have the courage

ever bury anything.

I really have nothing to say.

But I will say it anyway...

How did it look?

How did it feel?

I loved it.

What we do next?

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