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[everynerve_ending]

I think my brain's about to pool out of my ears over here. What the fuck is with the Italian opera shit all of a sudden? Help me understand it.

Or actually don't. I'm not drunk enough and you don't have any alcohol. Coffee isn't cutting it.

But, hey, speaking of that, let's talk about that app, shall we? Three fucking paragraphs left. Four to six if you want to overachieve. You can manage that in two days can't you? Hey, that's not my time limit, that's yours. I'd never try and impose. All's I'm sayin' is, if you're going to get it done, might as well check it off the list of things to worry about, right?

'Course I'm right. Now, can we have some normal music for a while? Put on Madonna for all I care, just nothing Broadway. If it inspires a choreographed dance number, no thank you.

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[mr_professional]

Come on, man, what the fuck kind of normal music do you listen to, anyway? What the hell was it you had on that one time, sounded like someone squeezin' a cat drunk on romance.

[everynerve_ending]

I got what you call an eclectic taste. That means broadening my horizons outside the Top Pop list. 'Scuse the fuck outta me over here.

[mr_professional]

That ain't broadening your horizons; more like pouring gravel into your ear. But whatever, man, you do what you like. Just not where I have to fucking listen to it.

You ever been to the opera?

[everynerve_ending]

Hey, nothing wrong with Sandy Rogers. I'll play some Morrison next time. Anyway, if you don't like it, steal a pair of headphones, Jesus fuck. We're robbing everything else.

As if I could afford a ticket in the nosebleed seats? Hell no.

[mr_professional]

Shit, if you'll wear 'em, I'll grab a pair when I go out for milk. Me, I can't wear those things, not for very long. Feels like they're crushing my head or something, I don't know.

You don't look like an opera guy. But, I mean, if you ever wanted to go, you could probably find a way to knock off the fuckin' opera. Or whatever they call themselves, some patron of the arts.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck's wrong with me? I gotta get some air. Maybe I'll just go get those headphones now.

[everynerve_ending]

'Knock off'? Just what are you implying? N'aw, I wouldn't kill someone for a cheap ticket.

And yeah, sure, get the headphones, I'll wear 'em, no problem. Just so you won't be bothered by tasteful music any more.

[mr_professional]

Could be a hell of a joke, though: create your own tragedy. I'm sure there are people'd pay to see it done. Humanity's fucking sick like that.

You want anything else while I'm out?

[everynerve_ending]

People can make entertainment out of people choking each other for fun. I wouldn't put anything past them.

Spaghetti-Os. What can I say, I'm a cheap date. Not like we got anything here anyway.

these keywords, forever and always

[itsatragedy]

That, my friend, is art. Tosca is... it's incredible. A true masterpiece. [Nope, no bias here, what are you talking about.]

It's no fault of ours if you lack the capacity to-- to appreciate the heart of the music, the depth of the emotion... [He trails off, wistfully. It doesn't last. For that matter, it flips off something like a switch.] I've gotta say, I'm surprised. You of all people I'd think could appreciate a tragic tale of love and betrayal. Disappointing, really.

likewise, Mark. likewise.

[everynerve_ending]

It was a lot fucking gibberish. I sure don't like to read my movies much less the musical ones. Not that I watch those things on a normal basis, I'm just saying, if I do.

[...Wait. Back the fuck up.] What do you mean by that last bit?

[itsatragedy]

You wouldn't have to read if you would just listen. You can feel it.

...Or, you can't, clearly you don't know what to hear.

[Anyway.] It's all there; deception, betrayal-- of a lover, of a family. The standoff? [He gesticulates to emphasize each point, increasingly nonspecific as none of them seem to connect.] A tragedy befitting Shakespeare himself, lovers dying in each other's arms after a terrible loss to both sides? Come on, it's like you set out to recreate Romeo and Juliet, all you're missing is the balcony. Tell me you see this.

[everynerve_ending]

So enlighten me then. What majestic thing am I supposedly losing out on?

[He is... not sure how to handle that response. You got him right in the gut, worse than the fucking bullet. So watch him shrug it off, light up a smoke, pretend like Nothing Hurts.]

I guess that's one way to look at things. Sure, continue on.

forgive me

[orangetoughguy]

Madonna? Fuck you're desperate.

never

[everynerve_ending]

Shit yeah I am. At least it'd be in fucking English. More than what I've had to listen to for the past two hours.

kjsdhfkjsa lol icons

[orangetoughguy]

Nothing's wrong with not English. It's the metal tits and horns you wanna worry about.

[Dat's not subtext at all.]

how you get that sexy coloring though ;.;

[everynerve_ending]

Nope, weren't any of those. Fat guy wanted to bang this broad, held her lover's life as blackmail, she refused and ended up killing him. Then stuck around to pose his body with candles for some fucking reason.

I don't know. It was so overdone melodramatic bullshit.

[He says, while listening to "Hungry Eyes". Freddy, look at your choices.]

a lot of layers, filters, and time in photoshop /deadcat

[orangetoughguy]

[He has only one thing to say about this...]

Sounds kinda kinky.

[If only you'd admit to your boner for Patrick Swayze, Freddy.]

/grabby hands

[everynerve_ending]

[...Yup. You're definitely him.]

It kinda was. Fat dude got off on how much she hated him. But he made a point of saying he wouldn't force her. Didn't make the things he did any better--oh, did I mention he had the bitch's boyfriend whipped in the next room while he interrogated her?

[As if he even needs to hesitate on that. Who doesn't have a boner for Swayze in that film?]

[orangetoughguy]

You know you know a lot about something you can't fuckin' stand.

[Teasing yourself is like teasing your own brother. Anyway Tosca is a love story and everyone knows what Freddies are fools for.]

[everynerve_ending]

I couldn't get drunk enough to pass out. [Also, he didn't have a lap to fall asleep on.] Turned the sound off and played Doors over it. Worked surprisingly well.

[Nothing like a good ol' story with tragic endings, right? Right?]

[orangetoughguy]

[Yep you're definitely him.]

Light My Fire?

[everynerve_ending]

Obviously. Riders on the Storm, too.

[orangetoughguy]

LA Woman?

[Apparently you can substitute a Puccini score with Jim Morrison.]

dat Roth lean

[everynerve_ending]

Don't care for that one. The End got used a couple times.

you don't care for pussy that much freddy

[orangetoughguy]

A happy one?

[everynerve_ending]

The opera? C'mon it's a fucking tragedy.

[orangetoughguy]

No, man...a happy ending.

[Still can't tell a joke.]

[everynerve_ending]

[It takes him a few seconds.]

That happened later, after I listened to some cop talk about the opera's deeper meanings for a full fucking hour.

[whitetwoguns]

Italian opera here, Madonna over there with no fucking in between? That's just not right.

[everynerve_ending]

What would you recommend as a transition? I'm tellin' ya, I couldn't think of anything worth shit right now.

[whitetwoguns]

What about the Motown girl groups? You know, three part harmony and it's always some sort of a drama being played out. Or fuck, I dunno. The Who's Tommy?

[everynerve_ending]

I don't think I got any of that. Got... uh, a few songs from the 50s. Or maybe 60s. Fuck, I can't tell the difference.

[Freddy, owning the Dirty Dancing soundtrack doesn't count.]

[whitetwoguns]

You're killing me here, kid. That's good stuff.