[Devyn, Penis]
[Devyn masturbating]
[Background ambience]
[Devyn screaming]
I just ripped my penis off!
Well gee. That was dramatic.
My penis is talking...
Yes. Yes Devyn, I am your penis. I am talking. I am awarding you the Oscar, you goober, for best supporting actor.
What?
Reparations.
What?
That's a joke. Not very funny, sorry.
How is that a joke?
It's a joke in that you've been pulling what is effectively your own leg so hard, that you've managed to pull it off completely, presumably to put your foot in your mouth. Or perhaps more fittingly for this occasion, no pun intended of course, up your anus.
What?
You ripped your cock off, Devyn. You've ripped me off and pushed me out and I'm tired so thank you. I think it's time I establish so boundaries with you.
You'rе my cock, you're my cock, you don't get a say, in--
No Devyn. I am my cock. And you need to rеspect that. I would like you to try letting up some. Because what you're doing now isn't working. You need to slow down.
You- S- Slow, what?
Yes.
What?
What?
You don't get to fucking tell me whether or not I slow down or what's working and what isn't working, I know what's working or what isn't working,
Are you sure about that Devyn?
you don't get to talk to me like that. I'll-
Stop being defensive.
I-I'm, I'm not, I'm not--
Listen.
I'm not, I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm--
No you don't understand. I didn't accuse you of doing anything wrong, what I said is what you are doing is not working. What have you been doing is not working for you anymore. You're hitting a wall and you're violently overcompensating for your perceived inadequacy. And you're fucking me up. I need you to not fuck me up Devyn
But I- But I didn't mean to fuck anything up. I mean I wasn't trying to fuck, I wasn't- I wasn't trying to hurt you or any, I mean I wasn't trying to--
I know you weren't. Slow down. Think about what you're saying. Think about what you're doing and listen to the things happening around you. The things people are saying. The silence between the noises. You're not paying very much attention, despite your anal retentiveness when it comes to porn selection If you can just take a moment to--
I'm trying.
Trying?
I'm trying, I'm-- how- Why am I being punished, why am I being punished for--
I'm not trying to punish you, you are.
For giving a fuck?
Giving a fuck?
What am I talking about?
I don't know, Devyn. What are you talking about?
I just why- I wanted to do- I just thought that you'd like it.
I'm not sure you've ever spent the time to figure out what it is that I like. This is about you. And I'm not going to be blamed for you hurting yourself. You're an emotional flatline right now and maybe if you spent the same amount of time working out how you actually feel as you do attempting to please me without knowing what it is I'm actually thinking, maybe you'd be in a better position to open up and accept me for what I am.
[Devyn mutters under his breath]
I'm-- Hold on-- Egh--
Gesunhedit.
Thank you. Pubic hair caught in my throat.
Uh..
Anyway I'm sick of the dark in here. You know there's a window right?
[Faint chirping]
There's windows?
Yes. Over there.
Like, like, by the piano?
No. Near the bookshelf and your copy of The Pianist on Betamax.
Oh. Spielberrrrrrrg...
Spielberg. One of the greatest directors.
Yeah.
One of the greatest living artists. Maybe second to George Lucas with regards to purely cinematic elliptical storytelling.
But wait- wait- no, that's the type-- that's exactly the type of stuff I'm talking about.
What?
The way that you were just fawning over Spielberg as an artist and stuff, I mean- like why is that alright with him but it's not alright with me and I'm- I'm- I'm doing something wrong, I need to be told that I'm doing something wrong, just because I'm trying to-- trying to...
Yeah well-- No one says you were doing anything wrong except you. No Devyn, you have a choice. You can play the part of a frustrated artist and a frustrated human being who has not been given a chance and you can keep playing that until you finally manage to push everyone away. But don't like this is something that you are mercilessly subject to.
I didn't choose to be, I didn't choose to exist, I didn't choose to have the life that I have, I didn't choose to rip my dick off, and have it fucking say- to start talking to me, like I'm an idiot...
But when the feeling's passed through you, you choose how to respond. Do you obsess? Do you let go? Do you keep pushing until it breaks? Do you neglect to open a window? Have you been getting any sleep? What reality do you choose to play out?
...
Open the window, Devyn.
But I...
Stand up and let the light in.
I don't know who's out there right now...
What?
I don't know what's out there, I don't know what's outside, right now...
What scares you so much about the world outside yourself?
...I don't know.
Open the window.
[Devyn opening window]
[Devyn masturbating]
[Background ambience]
[Devyn screaming]
I just ripped my penis off!
Well gee. That was dramatic.
My penis is talking...
Yes. Yes Devyn, I am your penis. I am talking. I am awarding you the Oscar, you goober, for best supporting actor.
What?
Reparations.
What?
That's a joke. Not very funny, sorry.
How is that a joke?
It's a joke in that you've been pulling what is effectively your own leg so hard, that you've managed to pull it off completely, presumably to put your foot in your mouth. Or perhaps more fittingly for this occasion, no pun intended of course, up your anus.
What?
You ripped your cock off, Devyn. You've ripped me off and pushed me out and I'm tired so thank you. I think it's time I establish so boundaries with you.
You'rе my cock, you're my cock, you don't get a say, in--
No Devyn. I am my cock. And you need to rеspect that. I would like you to try letting up some. Because what you're doing now isn't working. You need to slow down.
You- S- Slow, what?
Yes.
What?
What?
You don't get to fucking tell me whether or not I slow down or what's working and what isn't working, I know what's working or what isn't working,
Are you sure about that Devyn?
you don't get to talk to me like that. I'll-
Stop being defensive.
I-I'm, I'm not, I'm not--
Listen.
I'm not, I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm--
No you don't understand. I didn't accuse you of doing anything wrong, what I said is what you are doing is not working. What have you been doing is not working for you anymore. You're hitting a wall and you're violently overcompensating for your perceived inadequacy. And you're fucking me up. I need you to not fuck me up Devyn
But I- But I didn't mean to fuck anything up. I mean I wasn't trying to fuck, I wasn't- I wasn't trying to hurt you or any, I mean I wasn't trying to--
I know you weren't. Slow down. Think about what you're saying. Think about what you're doing and listen to the things happening around you. The things people are saying. The silence between the noises. You're not paying very much attention, despite your anal retentiveness when it comes to porn selection If you can just take a moment to--
I'm trying.
Trying?
I'm trying, I'm-- how- Why am I being punished, why am I being punished for--
I'm not trying to punish you, you are.
For giving a fuck?
Giving a fuck?
What am I talking about?
I don't know, Devyn. What are you talking about?
I just why- I wanted to do- I just thought that you'd like it.
I'm not sure you've ever spent the time to figure out what it is that I like. This is about you. And I'm not going to be blamed for you hurting yourself. You're an emotional flatline right now and maybe if you spent the same amount of time working out how you actually feel as you do attempting to please me without knowing what it is I'm actually thinking, maybe you'd be in a better position to open up and accept me for what I am.
[Devyn mutters under his breath]
I'm-- Hold on-- Egh--
Gesunhedit.
Thank you. Pubic hair caught in my throat.
Uh..
Anyway I'm sick of the dark in here. You know there's a window right?
[Faint chirping]
There's windows?
Yes. Over there.
Like, like, by the piano?
No. Near the bookshelf and your copy of The Pianist on Betamax.
Oh. Spielberrrrrrrg...
Spielberg. One of the greatest directors.
Yeah.
One of the greatest living artists. Maybe second to George Lucas with regards to purely cinematic elliptical storytelling.
But wait- wait- no, that's the type-- that's exactly the type of stuff I'm talking about.
What?
The way that you were just fawning over Spielberg as an artist and stuff, I mean- like why is that alright with him but it's not alright with me and I'm- I'm- I'm doing something wrong, I need to be told that I'm doing something wrong, just because I'm trying to-- trying to...
Yeah well-- No one says you were doing anything wrong except you. No Devyn, you have a choice. You can play the part of a frustrated artist and a frustrated human being who has not been given a chance and you can keep playing that until you finally manage to push everyone away. But don't like this is something that you are mercilessly subject to.
I didn't choose to be, I didn't choose to exist, I didn't choose to have the life that I have, I didn't choose to rip my dick off, and have it fucking say- to start talking to me, like I'm an idiot...
But when the feeling's passed through you, you choose how to respond. Do you obsess? Do you let go? Do you keep pushing until it breaks? Do you neglect to open a window? Have you been getting any sleep? What reality do you choose to play out?
...
Open the window, Devyn.
But I...
Stand up and let the light in.
I don't know who's out there right now...
What?
I don't know what's out there, I don't know what's outside, right now...
What scares you so much about the world outside yourself?
...I don't know.
Open the window.
[Devyn opening window]
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