The couple orders iced coffee's and some pastries to start off the breakfast. They're sitting alone in a French café that calls itself a bistort. This couple is a couple of pastries. While they wait, they glance up at several TV's that are playing some local news network. The volume is turned all the way down but the highly animated, almost manic anchorman is still being interpreted by the closed captioning. The faces of various celebrities pop up. Ben Stiller shows up twice for some reason. Reggie fucking loves Ben Stiller. As the broadcast keeps going, the couple is able to decipher that several casinos are hosting some sort of raffle. The waiter jogs back into their dining area and changes the channel to Wendy Williams. Megan rocks with Wendy but Reggie is curious and asks the waiter to turn it back. The waiter leans in and asks Reggie to repeat himself. He tells the couple that he doesn't speak English and runs out with the remote to get help. Reggie turns to Megan and asks, "what do you think that raffle is all about?" "I don't know. Ben Stiller is having a party?" Reggie stands up to see what's taking the waiter so long and he sees him standing shoulder to shoulder, almost in a huddle with two other men. They immediately spot him, smile, and approach him with the remote. "Sorry, we were just having a little discussion about what our TV protocols are." When Reggie is finally able to turn back the channel the segment has moved on to a bikini competition with three girls that look like Anna Faris. The couple wrap up their breakfast, head back to the hotel, pass by the front desk and open the elevators. While they walking in, Reggie catches Mr. Miocci peeking around the corner at them...[TO BE CONTINUED].
Thinking about the wind
Is it right here?
A mechanic falls into a wind tunnel
His arms and legs all elongated
Becoming a centipede
Where is the wind from?
A director doesn’t show up to his premier
There’s not enough people going
Someone lives their whole life not judged
Their open mic gets closed down
Hoisted into a plummeting crash by the wind
Sounds familiar in a way
Let’s be there alone
Where does the wind go next?
You’ve faded the skin
I know how
I don’t want you to tattoo me
Until we’re in the valley with the trees
A gun too heavy
I guess that makes me use it
Your memory I want to hold hostage
Until it reflects puddles of shine
We could draw it
Groove on the wall
No one shakes it
Can’t believe you’re looking at me
Baby I got your money
I’ve had some practice
Your memory can tell
That it’s so perfect
Sisters they yell
Curbed stomped to fit
I think it’s sweet
No wounds to lick
Let’s see your neck
Voila ta-da
Beauty is sick
White gowns all ruined
Find some reflection
Sugar cane showing
I’m so upset
Could never leave it
What I want is a view
People need a tree
There’s nothing new
Desires they plead
Isn’t it fun?
Just to vibrate
Everything is going to be okay
Show no tell
Say it all after me
The voodoo water tastes good
Until everything is wet
There’s thirteen cracks in the shower
Cut my sleeves
Oh the Paris Hilton anxiety
Miles beyond right now
Can we count that high
The boom is working fine
Long arm doused with honey
I’ll always feel guilty
Time for EMS training