#*babylon

I know it hurts. No one asks to be left behind. But in a hundred years, when you and I are both long gone, any time someone threads a frame of yours through a sprocket, you will be alive again.

They fucked up with me, you know. I make ‘em squirm too much. I like makin’ ‘em squirm. Let ‘em know I made it on my terms, not theirs. When I’m done I’ll pack my bag and I’ll dance my fat ass off into the night and they’ll know they were never able to control one goddamn fuckin’ thing. She’s talking fast, emotional. Seems on the brim. Manny looks at her. Thinks.

One doesn’t become a star. You either are one or you aren’t.