#i tried to make a falsettos paragraph that actually flows using a couple lyrics from each song

[what-i-covet-i-keep]

Four Jews in a room bitching! Four Jews in a room plot the way they cook linguine. Isn’t it great? We’re all so swell. Such a dear clientele. I swear we’re gonna have syphilis, he said. Good. I have—Yes? Syphilis it’s true but who is counting? We’re too busy mounting when he’s naked. Yes? Does he thrill you? Yes! Is he viscous? Yes! Would he kill you? ...yes, I think he’s sorta kinda a homo my mother’s not thrilled at all. Father homo. What about this family! Experts can see this is so! Photographs can’t capture rich Marvin, which, Marvin do you prefer I lust for Marvin grabbing Whizzer’s ass! Oh sure, I’m sure, he’s sure he looks just a wee bit small. This girl agrees. Adieu. I’ll wait outside and hold the psychiatrist returning, returning, five sessions back in biblical times. Biblical times? Biblical times? Biblical times. Oh, those biblical times! But nothing’s impossible! Look who’s got power. King of the losers! At frightened men who rule the world. Stupid, charming men, silly childish jerks. That said, march. March. March of the falsettos. March of the falsettos. Who is man enough to forgive my former shpieling. It does not concern the game. God you’re pretty. More’s the pity since you need a man—What? Who’s brainy—or witty—move. What should I do now? Fight the unknown. Baking the bread, sharpening knives, forging ahead. Loving our— Liking our— Hating our— tea. I been playing canasta, disastrously. All my recreation seems to suit me okay. These are the new-sent wedding invitations, they are pseudo-romantic and sick! You say you’ll hate the world! He hates everything! I love my dad. He loves his father. I love my choice. You can sing a different song. Watch as you sing, how your homosexuals. Women with children. Short insomniacs. And a teeny tiny band. Come, back in. Fitfully we coexist. I’m still loose, she’s still with the psychiatrist. So I don’t have a hug. Where’s my hug? Where’s my hug? This is the year for Dot Nardoni, Tiffany Axelrod, Zoe Feinstein, Angelina Dellibovi, Bunny Doyne, or what is he doing here? What are you doing here? Jason asked me to save lives and I save chicken fat. I can’t fucking deal with that. Do you know how great my perspire, where’s the heat? Where’s the fire? Used to be your mother. Not with guns, but kill your mother. Rather than humiliate her, killing your mother is happiness? I can’t eat breakfast, I barely arrive sick and frightened. They leave weeks later, bitter. No big deal, the game is yours. It’s unreal, you’re a man who Marvin loves. But that’s my heart attack! Jesus. But today you seem to be grim, life’s not all about him, and things rarely go right. It’s just— Don’t fight. That I haven’t died yet. Just stop it. I’m sick, but a miracle now? I don’t know if you exist, I can’t hear your kills. Something infectious. Something that spreads from his face. He holds me in his arms and whispers make him smile more. Don’t know why, but he looks like my friend? There are no answers, but what would I do...no simple stand. Welcome to Falsettoland...

#falsettos #so this is already so long and i don’t want to make it longer #so i’ll explain in the hashtags #i tried to make a falsettos paragraph that actually flows using a couple lyrics from each song #it took forever and is way too long and sorta crappy but it was really fun #i know that no one wants to read something that long but it’s okay #it was so fun! #anyway #enjoy this messy paragraph