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Grandson on grave. With mop. Cleaning, cleaning

Then he's treading the grave, feet treading the grave, he's treading the grave

That I am afraid of, that I am afraid of

That I am afraid of, that I am afraid of, yeah

A fragrancy tramcar, mantles, elderly persons It's frightening, yeah

That I am afraid of, that I am afraid of

That I am afraid of, that I am afraid of, yeah.

- Too many people scents. - Gimme a fag.

If it wasn't for the cloud of cigarette smoke I don't know what would've happened.

I probably wouldn't have made it at all.

Yeah.

That I am afraid of, that I am afraid of

Good evening, I'm Bąkowski.

I've seen your drawings on the net.

Please, come see me.

YOU'RE A SICK FUCK AND A MISOGYNIST YOU'VE NEVER HAD NOR WILL YOU EVER

HAVE FRIENDS 'CAUSE YOU'RE A DUPLICITOUS, DEMAGOGICAL

MEGALOMANIACAL MORON YOU'LL DIE ALONE

YOU'RE ALSO AN UGLY BORING CONSERVATIVE

Hello, main kitten.

Beloved image.

Gimme a break.

Holy Grail.

Don't pretend you're kissing.

Wosiu, turn it up.

There you go.

Boguś, I'm begging you. Not while we're eating.

Hey, give him a break. the oldie couldn't keep it in.

- My little ginger fart, my Farty Marty. - Oh, oh, careful not to shit yourselves.

What would you like to say?

- Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute. - What?

You should know. What've you got on your feet?

But Wosiu, with shoes like these it looks totally different.

It doesn't count.

No, it was said that's not allowed. Makes no sense. Bąkowski's female.

Jesus, what an old fart you are, really. Alright, what should I wear?

Don't know. But not white socks. No way, that's too much.

Jesus. What an old fart.

Bąkowski's got a bald chick with white socks. That's grotesque, really.

Okay then, but now I have to change everything.

That's what you always do. You pick something and spoil it for me.

Not something, just the socks, always.

- How many times do we have to discuss this? - Alright.

Eyes I've got them in deep holes there is hindered contact with me yeah

In my head there are fumes and spotlights yeah and monitor speakers

with other things than at the fores

Lips put them in my ear and say tightly titillating things

Lips put them in my ear

and say tightly titillating things say to right into me

Eyes I've got them in deep holes and there is hindered contact with me yeah

In my head there are fumes and spotlights yeah and monitor speakers with other things

Lips put them in my ear and say tightly titillating things

A HEART OF LOVE

Oh, that's the 'N' tram. An old coffin on tracks.

And that's the 'Zremb' elevator in my building.

Why didn't you use headphones?

Loathe them. May the musics blend, that's how it's gotta be.

And have you been collecting these stereos for long?

For long, for long.

- Zuza says that I'm a true school wacko. - A what?

You know, a vinyl warmth in the heart thirty-ish sentimentalism.

VHS, casette-tapers, that stuff.

She'll see for herself when she racks up a share of affections through the years.

Won't be so smart.

I've read your new novel. It's great.

I'm surprised no one wants to publish it.

That's nice.

Yeah, and that's a lamp.

Beauty, everywhere beauty everywhere beauty, everywhere beauty

I can't take that

Beauty, from far and wide, beauty from far and wide, beauty, from far and wide, beauty

I won't bear that

I found out that the main components of being are snacks and procrastination.

And human testimony is walking through earth to earth.

I know that from the flux of days.

The light resides in all days equally.

Many of them have to pass so they can testify to something.

Then they glisten grey. They talk to the wise and lie to the madmen.

It's fair.

Actually, I don't want to listen to that.

I dreamt today that I was shooting people. Like in a computer game.

- I had... - What did you have?

Well, this gun with a muffler.

It was pretty cool.

The victims were very polite, but there were no visible gunshot wounds like in the real world.

I had to look for the blood, under the clothes.

Zuzanna Bartoszek!

A bird, bird, bird bird, bird, bird, bird, bird...

Oh, this one you probably like? That kitty cat?

Yeah, super cute but I don't like rolled up pants.

- Too girly for me. - That's not a girl but an ephebe.

- An ephebe? - An ephebe.

- Oh look, this one's nice. - Eh, no.

- No? - Too big, too masculine, that watch...

You don't know the ropes.

We're not looking at girls.

- Wosiu! Not too sexible, these trousers? - No, no, they're good, they're good.

- You didn't even look. - They're fine, I tell you.

Yes?

That Piotrek is gonna be there tonight.

The one that suits us.

And? You think it'll work out?

- Well, I think... - Don't move!

I think it's possible.

May I?

Yeah, sure. Just text me.

- Hey. - Bye.

- Oh, fucking shit! - Sick, sick fuck!

Fuckin' open that door!

- Oh, fucking shit! - Sick, sick fuck!

Fuckin' open that door!

You hear me? Open...

- Oh, fucking shit! - Sick, sick fuck!

These are different occasions of listening to the same song.

And recollecting it.

Humming.

While looking at various floors.

And running through, are the fights

with Zuzanna.

I'm a little worried

that these connections I make are so complicated.

I'm worried about the music.

Wosiu!

Wośku, I need to be undone!

Can you hear me?

- You've gone grey. - They've told me you'd died.

I've waited. I've waited for so long...

Wosiu, this is a hundred-somethingth time you're watching this.

It still works that way? Yes?

What is it, you don't want me? You won't drive me back, will you?

You like that actress, huh?

- Calm down, you're starting this again? - Me?

Contain it somehow.

Stop fucking doing that!

Very interesting.

What does it all stem from? Can you say something more?

About the illness?

- May I ask about that? - Yes, yes, of course.

Actually, I like talking about it.

I have three autoimmune diseases.

Hashimoto's thyroiditis. Women get that very often.

On top of that atopic dermatitis. Also very common, but rarely in such a severe form.

And on top of that alopecia universalis. That's very rare.

It's as if my body, instead of fighting off viruses was attacking itself.

A kind of self-vampirism.

I'm treating the thyroid gland and the skin.

The alopecia I don't feel like fighting. Anyway I think it serves me some charisma.

More to the point,

only young women born after the fall of communism, will be at the exhibition.

I really like the title of your work, A Heart of Love.

- May I ask you about Wojtek? - Yes.

You're so alike. He says you can come up with the same idea, simultaneously.

Well, sometimes it really is like that.

Wosiu, take a picture of me against the lamp section.

- Lamp... - Didn't the lipstick come off?

- ...section. - The lipstick?

Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp. Section, section, section, section.

Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp. Section, section, section, section.

Lamp. Section. Lamp section.

Lamp. Section.

Don't steal it, it's mine.

Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp. Section, section, section...

I know it fits your songs, but it's mine.

Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp. Section, section, section...

Okay, take it. But not visually. Visually, it's mine.

Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp. Section, section, section...

Lamp, lamp, lamp, lamp. Section, section, section...

GLASS. STEEL.

POLYPROPYLENE. CROPP. H&M. LEROY MERLIN.

GLASS. STEEL. POLYPROPYLENE. CROPP. H&M. LEROY MERLIN.

People are still waiting. They think you're just taking a break.

- Yeah? - Mhm.

- And? 'Cause I guess I kinda I liked it. - Me too. Very much. Beautiful.

Really? First time you praise me.

I'll show you something.

My pee. I didn't want to go to the toilet with the audience

but they didn't provide a separate leakage.

A star's requirement.

It's cold already.

Come here, bitch! Come here, I'll fuck you up, motherfucker!

Come here, you cunt! Come here, I'll bitch you up, fuck!

Mariusz! Mariusz, please!

Mariusz!

Police emergency. Please wait.

Police emergency. Please wait.

Police emergency. Please wait.

Police emergency. Please wait.

Police emergency. Please wait.

Come! Judging time, judging time!

Main kitten! Come!

In a dream, I'm shooting people. Silently, through a long muffler.

No visible hits. On their clothes. Dark. They don't see them either. They die later.

At their homes. As it hits them, that they're bleeding.

To some I have to write text messages. I'm really sorry, but you're dead.

After peeing I dream the second part.

Now, I think it's me they're shooting at. But I don't know if they're scoring.

And how many I have left. Lives.

What's up?

- That's my dream. - Yeah? I thought it was mine.

No, mine.

I was going to use it for the exhibition work.

Ah, then I apologise.

Can you delete this scene?

I'd rather not.

Did you already come up with the exhibition work?

I'm telling you, I'm working on it.

Jesus, but I've already finished my film. It's a good scene.

Okay, it's good, but you have to delete it.

Jesus, how am I supposed to know what's for art and what you're saying, oh, just like that?

Then assume, that everything I say is going to be for art.

And you should ask, if you want to use something!

Ah, then you'll just leave the crap for me.

You used to steal from me, now I can steal from you.

I was weaned on you!

When I met you, all I had was some teenage blog.

You're known and you can't steal ideas from me 'cause you're simply clipping my legs!

Alright, then I'll spread the word that it's your dream.

That's idiotic.

You're gonna be standing there at every screening?

Just insert a caption that it was my dream.

But it's only a short fragment. And the film is ready.

I can shorten it, but I won't add anything.

Can't you see what you're doing? You're picking a fight again.

- You haven't even seen the film. - 'Cause you stole my dream!

In a dream, I'm shooting people. Silently, through a long muffler.

No visible hits. On their clothes. Dark. They don't see them either.

They die later, at their homes, as it hits them that they're bleeding.

Open up! Open up, you cunt!

I brought you a present.

See how beautiful it is?

Thank you.

A very nice present.

And one more.

Also nice.

I know.

Hello, Large Format Xerox Point.

Hello, Traditional Pastries.

Hello, Rossmann.

Hello, Millenium.

There's just what you can see. A wall. A wall.

And a floor. And a lamp to turn on. And to turn off.

There's just what you can see. A wall. A wall. A wall.

And a floor. And a lamp to turn on.

You see, your master's fucked up.

And he's leaving us now. Yeah.

Soon he'll be throwing furniture around and you'll be hiding under the pieces

that are too heavy for him to lift. Yeah.

Shut up, Boguś.

I can't fully close it.

Something's catching.

Hey, did you see that?

Clean?

Pointless, the life of artists.

Better to have a woman and make kids.

You should have someone to boss around. And so should I.

- Yes? - Yes!

Then you'll be happy?

Well, surely it wouldn't be as fucked up as now. This is some kind of torture.

- So it's about her? - Oh, Jesus, I knew that was coming.

- You brought it up, idiot! - But I was talking in an abstract sense.

Understand? Abstract. And you're always looking for some woman in this?

- That's surprising to you? - Jesus, stop it. That was before you.

- Just a two-night fling. - But I'm retroactively jealous, so fuck it!

- I hate all the hags you've screwed! - I'm not that fucked up!

You can screw whomever you like but reproach me!

But you find that exciting!

Leave me alone! What an ordeal! Ordeal!

Aa, yeah

This is recording, I think Only when I'm singing

Dance, yeah, 'cause other than that There's nothing

Yeah, this is recording, I think Only when I'm singing

Dance, yeah 'cause other than that There's nothing

Wave with yourself The light will turn on, yeah

In sight, the lines vanish in the corner

The panelling, panelling, the horizon, yeah

After the turn-off All remains in the heart

This is recording, I think Only when I'm singing

Dance, yeah, 'cause other than that There's nothing

This is recording, I think Only when I'm singing

Dance, yeah, 'cause other than that There's nothing

On the flat side. The flat side.

Kitten?

Hello, kitten?

Hello, kitten?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, kitten?

A grey wind

A grey wind

A grey wind A roof, a roof

A grey wind A roof, a roof

And the world beats with my heart

Pneumatically

And the world beats with my heart

Every second

And the world beats with my heart

Pneumatically

And the world beats with my heart

Shall we go?

The money for the rent and for the exhibition is on the table.

Well, hey.

See you, peat moss.

Please, you can come closer.

This is a very familiar performance.

I'm Bąkowski.

I've got various ingredients with me.

I will specify them.

There's Ania's deodorant, Karolina's tape recorder,

Aldona's alarm clock,

a Yamaha keyboard from Agnieszka,

a remote-controlled BMW from Zuzanna.

I will now proceed with Falling Out of Love.

Regularly.

Like at home.

PE, rubbers, sneakers Apples by sausages, fridge wise

I got over all my loves

PE, rubbers, sneakers Apples by sausages, fridge wise

I got over all my loves

PE, rubbers, sneakers Apples by sausages, fridge wise

I got over all my loves

I got over all my loves I got over all my loves

I got over all my loves I got over all my loves

I got over all my loves I got over all my loves...

Marta,

Magda,

Agnieszka,

another Agnieszka,

Karolina,

Aldona,

Zuzanna.

Marta, Magda, Agnieszka,

another Agnieszka,

Karolina, Aldona,

Zuzanna.

Marta, Magda, Agnieszka,

another Agnieszka,

Karolina, Aldona,

Zuzanna.

I got over all my loves

I got over all my loves

I got over all my loves

I got over all my loves