You are trying to tell me that your indifference is the sea, I gather.  That you miss the musk but not from me; that...that to stay away from your window stucco.  You appreciate the sculptural design, but you lack the aesthetic eye.  Let me asks you a question!  Do you think I pace myselves about the room, thinking on you?  That is not conducive! That's it. That's all I'm going to say.  You will not get nothing more out of me.  Not another one of inch, not another word. I have thought it thru, and it is waiting to be finalized. Let me asks you a question!  Who, the hell, do you think you are?  You like to have your dinner at 7:30 in the evening.  You are worldly.  The sky doesn't fall for you, however.  And the air is running thin, paper thin—That's all I'm going to say.  Take it any way you want, absorb it, and be sure to make a copy.  Do you think I spend my time thinking on you! That when I nod off, I come back to finish off the sentence? I set goals for myself, boundaries... boundaries are being set as we speak.  Your options are limited, that's all I'm going to say. And you will hear, not another sounding peep out of me. Let me ask you a question:  I have traveled the world!  Islands blush near me.  Pigeons flock when I come around, these parts and those, from the top of the globe, to the dotted line and beyond, these parts, these streets I have seen. You will know and never know what there is, and what there never was, what was life, and what was made of mere plaster or other heartrending materials.