Nodes On A Scandal

Just Another Future

You’re going to rent your soul out:
  1. She accepts the gift as given;
  2. She snatches it away;
  3. She sells it on for a profit.

No matter, the gift will be in the giving:
  1. “You’re a saint”;
  2. “You’re a coward”;
  3. “No refunds, pal—skedaddle”.

A saint is a coward with nowhere left to hide:
  1. “I know you don’t believe in all that”;
  2. “A saint is a cow with no hair on his hide”;
  3. “Didn’t I tell you to git?”

The wound where your soul should be will sizzle:
  1. “Just let me hold onto it a little longer?”;
  2. “Burn, baby, burn!”;
  3. “Alright, I’m calling the cops, man”.

No excuse to offer at the gate:
  1. “I’ll give it back before then, baby”;
  2. “You only let me have this thing because it’s faulty”;
  3. “What’s the secret password, chump?”

And you will realise far too late:
  1. ”Whatchya thinking about, baby?”
  2. “Don’t be getting any big ideas”;
  3. “Listen, I ain’t got all day, capiche?”

That souls are worth more sold by weight:
  1. “I understand”;
  2. “Motherfucker!”;
  3. “It is what it is”.