mechanic

...You will all die from cancer or cirrhosis because
you swallow all your feelings, stop trying to keep the control,
stop being cold, scream, cry she's pregnant, you're fucked up,
things are not ok,do you hear me? Listen to me,
Eglish-boy-in-a-suite, show her what's inside of
you, show her, no one can be so cold, you can't,
your heart is not like mine and Francesca's and Fante's,
my heart will not quit when all my
organs are rotten in the hospital, it will beat
forever until someone stops it. Because I let it beat.
Because I want it to beat, and because I'm hot-
blooded and I'm Brazilian, I'm Italian, I'm
Brazilian and I'm Italian, Chirivino, Fante, Piazza,
we cry and scream and run away and lose control,
lose control, you will never know how good it
is to lose control sometimes. Tell me, Carl, tell
me about your father, your mother, your first
valentine, cry, scream, fuck me without thinking,
kiss me with your whole tongue, lose the tights
and go away, forever, out of my sight with your
absolutely beautiful eyes, I never wanna see you
again. Nice to meet you, I owe you one, you owe
me one. We're done, I'm gone.