:13:22
I feel his cold embrace...
:13:24
...his sly caress.
:13:26
Lying in my room for days on end.
:13:28
Everything cold, dark, silvery.
:13:32
I'm scared he'll take me back to
the depths of my own twisted desire...
:13:35
...to a place I'm too afraid to go to
because maybe I'll never escape.
:13:39
I'll bet you got thousands at home.
:13:45
Cigarette packs,
with tiny, little writing on them.
:13:50
Your life story?
:13:52
Diary? No?
:13:55
Come on, this is killing me.
:14:00
It's an assignment.
:14:01
You're the most conscientious
student at Harvard.
:14:05
It's a music review.
:14:09
I'm trying to start a music
column for The Crimson.
:14:12
That's great.
:14:17
You wanna do some X?
:14:21
You've never done X.
:14:25
Acid goes to your head, right?
:14:28
X goes to your heart.