A Home For Bana
BANA: I can't really tell what to do.
(House: the mortgage is in Bana's name. And Don really wants to go. But nowhere. And he only is telling. All.)
- DON: well just do what it is. I can't really get involved. Do you want to go or not? The store?
- BANA: not really. But I do get it. You want to understand why I don't do you. But I do. You just have to get it.
- DON: no. I just need you to understand.
- BANA: I can't break into that fucking store. Is that what this is? They're closed! So what are you trying to do? Cuz I really want to do.
- DON: I didn't get it. The trauma is so bad.
- BANA: no. And why do I hurt? It's 11:53 p.m. and I can't tell where it's at.
- DON: do you want a massage? I can do it quick.
- BANA: yeah
- DON: I don't really know. I think things are just common. Grounds. But you really need to get a house.
- BANA: yeah
- DON: no, like right now.
- BANA: okay
- DON: yeah
- BANA: I get it. I just really need to get involved. That's all.
- DON: okay
- BANA: do you get anything? Like food stamps or benefits? Because I can do, just about anything.
- DON: no
- BANA: well, do you want to? Because we have a lot of good stuff. We can drag along. And stay.
- DON: no. I just understand.
- BANA: okay. Then I'll just go. But I really don't want anything to happen.
- DON: okay. Be careful. And do what it is that you're supposed to do. Adios. Love you. And need nothing. Hahaha
- BANA: okay
- (I'm flamed up. And I don't feel the shit. The hot cold. It's starting to rise though, and I'm starting to feel cold. I used to be able to feel the room, and now I am the room. In a feelings emotions basis. There is none. And now it's just walls. And all the cords have been ripped out. And it's only disillusion and symptoms. There's cockroaches. And I'm not even awake to the rhythm. And they move steady with the streamline. Moving you out of your flesh only if it jumps. Or more than one. It smells like fuck. Someone's inside odor like blown up or something. And the roach spray is sick. Meaning I am. When am I going to get out? And what is it?) 7:35 a.m. 1/1/26. New Year's Day. 🎇
- BANA: I can't even do anything. (House: the mortgage is only. The thing. And Don doesn't want to talk.)
- DON: are you aware it stinks?
- BANA: bawwww! What?
- DON: huh
- BANA: uh-huh
- DON: oh
- BANA: okay. Are you the only one? That thinks? I can't get out of my head. About it. Do you know when we're going to have anything to do? Because this is stupid.
- DON: laughter. And chaos. That's all y'all want to, do. And if I only have anything to say about it, not really.
- BANA: huh
- DON: I don't do! And, for what it's worth, you have a lot going on. The insides of the,
- BANA: are you reading my fucking thoughts?! I told you to stop that! (Bana keeps a streamline of coverage about it. It doesn't want him to read anything.)
- DON: uh-huh. Besides, it's intermittent or something. Are you really trying to do?
- BANA: bawwwww! Get up!
- DON: I just wanted to know. Because, I don't really know. I just want you to get it good.
- BANA: I don't really know.
- DON: well, start knowing something.
- BANA: I can't talk. The dust has my gums to feel like it. I don't really like anything. Hahahaha 🤣 😶
- DON: okay and uh
- BANA: besides, like you, say, I don't really get it. If I were to stay here any longer, it would just tell me it. Dusty. Stanky. And ghost might even walk around and I think it even does that shit. I don't, like it, okay /?
- DON: okay
- BANA: do you see? There's something going on across town. But I don't know what it is. Could you look? Like get up and do it and go and come back never. Until you see sound. And until something really happens. Hahaha
- DON: I see you laugh. I'm not really joking. Because I get up.
- BANA: do you know? What it is? Because I only do. The whole thing is work and effort. And if you start talking about it, I'll hack. I have to talk. There isn't anything there. When are you going to get a job?
- DON: what? 😊👍
- BANA: okay
- DON: okay
- BANA: okay
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