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Lisa.
Look at your own arm, asshole.
I’m sick, Daisy. We know that. But here you are in so-called “recovery” playing Betty Crocker, cut up like a goddamn Virginia ham.
Lisa, just stop it, okay?
Help me understand, Daisy, ‘cause, I thought you didn’t do Valium. Tell me how the safety net is working for you. Tell me that you don’t take that blade, and drag it across your skin, and pray for the courage, to press down. Tell me how your Daddy, helps you cope with that. Illuminate me.
My father loves me.
I bet…with every inch of his dick.
I’m going to sleep now…
Please be gone in the morning….You’re just jealous, Lisa…because I got better…because I was released…because I have a chance…at a life.
They didn’t release you because you’re better Daisy.They just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy’s money, buying your dollies and your knickknacks…and eatin’ his fuckin’ chicken, fattening up like a prize fuckin’ heifer?! You changed the scenery but not the fuckin’ situation, and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows…everybody knows… that he fucks you. What they don’t know… is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.
Shut the fuck up!
Hey, man. It’s cool. It’s okay. It’s fine. It’s fuckin’ fine. A man is a dick…is a man is a dick is a chicken…is a dad, a Valium, a speculum, whatever. Hmm? Whatever. You like being Mrs. Randone. Probably all you’ve ever known, huh?
Have fun in Florida.