All language subtitles for Teenage.Sex.and.Death.at.Camp.Miasma.2026

I'm going to figure out what I'm
going to do are you okay Are you okay?

The light reveals the picture in reverse.

So much clearer.

I fall apart.

The surf's quiet at night.

An ocean of all things.

There's no sense in the water.

They cannot see me naked.

It's the people saying go away.

The place where everything lies.

So many people.

I'm burning in the night.

I promise you I'll find the way.

I'm burning in the night.

I'm burning in the night.

What?

Hey.

Yeah, I just got into town and I'm meeting
Billy tomorrow.

She says she wants to cook me dinner,
but I'll probably just like crash at a

hotel for a night and then head back to
the city Thursday.

Good.

Wouldn't want you
marooned out in the wilderness

with Norma Desmond
from Sunset Boulevard.

Stop.

She's not Norma Desmond from Sunset
Boulevard.

Didn't you say she's a recluse?

No, I mean, yeah, she's reclusive,
but she seems like totally with it.

She just hasn't acted in a while.

Okay, I know you think this is going to
help you crack the reboot.

But can you just drop a pin for me when
you get there, okay?

And watch out for any rusty nails left
lying around.

Yes.

Yes.

I have sweet tarmini, Julie.

Anyway, what are you up to tonight?

I'm going to a poetry reading with Thor,
a bisexual king I've been seeing.

Hi to Thor.

Hi from Chris.

Oh, what up, Chris?

Thor says, what up?

Oh my God.

You'll never guess what they're selling at
this gas station.

Metamphetamines.

Illegal firearms.

Confederate flag decals for the backs of
various pickup trucks.

No, camp miasma part six.

Part six.

Part six.

Like your hair, by the way.

Is that the one with the faces in the skin
wall?

No, no, it's the one after that where they
try to like course correct back to basics.

It's actually pretty good.

I have you in for one night.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Um, listen, I was just wondering,
do you have any rooms with DVD players?

DVD?

Like if I wanted to watch this.

Oh my gosh.

Yes.

I'm in that movie.

What?

Yeah, they shot at the Haunted Summer Camp
about 20 miles up the hill.

Camp Tivoli.

They film around here and they cast some
locals in some parts, you know,

to save money.

Oh shit.

Yeah, I actually thought you looked
familiar.

You know, I think I do have a DVD player
or two around here.

I'll just go look for them.

There,

I think I see it.

Yeah, I see you.

Come on, I thought you wanted to go skinny
dipping.

Yeah.

I mean, I don't know.

It's July, Megan.

The water's warm even at night.

No, it's not that.

It's just, isn't this that
defunct sleepaway camp

where those teenagers got
murdered all those years ago?

By that pervert in the ceiling vent hole?

Oh, you scared a little, Dad.

Scared he's going to take his big rusty
spear...

Stop it!

...and betray you?

Anyway, that was years ago.

That freak is the dead guy.

Haven't you heard?

Camp Miasma's reopening this year.

Come on.

The water's going to feel so good on your
body.

I promise.

It's over now.

He's dead.

This time.

No.

It's never over.

Don't you understand?

He's still down there.

At the bottom of the lake.

He's still hungry.

Hey, so I'm almost to Billy's
house, but have you ever

done a GPS where it's just
coordinates, like numbers?

Because she just gave me numbers.

Great.

Yeah, that's great.

So listen, I just got a text from Tracy.

They want you to meet with the head of the
studio on Friday.

Can you do Friday?

Okay, I'm going to confirm.

And remember, for the origin story,
they're looking for Elevated, a.k.a.

Woke.

So, oh, I'm getting another call.

Bye.

Turn right onto Front Hollow Road.

Continue for 1,000 feet.

What?

There's no road.

In 500 feet, the destination is on your
right.

Oh, Jesus.

Return to the route.

What route?

Return to the route.

No.

I feel like there's about to be a jump
scare.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Billy Presley.

You must be the Bride of Dorinda.

Yeah, hi.

You came out of nowhere, right?

I didn't know you were in here.

I'm sorry.

I saw you when I wanted to scare you.

It's only fair, right?

You already seen me.

Sorry

my day got kind of away from me.

I suddenly realized that
I didn't have any food for

dinner, so I had to do
an emergency takeout run.

The options around here, as you can
imagine, are not that, well, good.

So, I hope you like fried chicken.

Oh, shoot, I should have asked.

You're not vegan or something,
are you?

Gluten free, that's big right now,
huh?

I love fried chicken.

Good.

Right answer.

I like fried chicken, too.

Those are crazy.

Those are good.

Now, if it gets too real, you can always
turn it off.

That was promotional for the home video
release, but I kind of like it.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I wasn't here when you showed
up.

No, that space is amazing.

I just, I didn't realize that you...

Yeah, how did you choose
to live at the abandoned

sleepaway camp from
the first miasma film?

Well, isn't that obvious?

Someone's gotta be here when little death
comes back.

When?

Little death isn't real.

Well, no, but that attitude is.

You see, he

is still waiting down there.

And if you've seen his movies,
you know he always comes back.

Oh my God, you thought that I was some
crazy lady.

I saw it on your face.

You thought I was a full bugs under the
skin recluse crazy lady?

Like what's her name?

From Sunset Boulevard?

I know who you're talking about.

I can't remember her name.

Anyway, a real estate agent showed me the
old camp.

I thought it was sort of morbidly fitting,
you know?

The first movie really left its mark on
me.

I needed to get away from reality.

I like the seclusion, the vastness of it
all.

I can work on my paintings in peace and
nobody bothers me.

Guess I bought myself a private alternate
universe.

I totally get that desire.

Speaking of desire...

Do you like dipping sauce?

I love dipping sauce.

I love dipping sauce too.

So, Chris...

Here you are in my homemade chicken.

Why don't you tell me about yourself?

Oh, God.

I don't know.

I mean, I'm sitting here in Philly
Presley.

I don't want to talk about myself.

And don't flatter me.

No, I'm not trying to flatter you.

But, uh, okay.

Well, yeah.

Um, well, I'm a filmmaker, but you know
that.

Uh, my work explores
the intersection of, um,

queerness and cultural
depictions of monstrosity.

I made my first feature a couple years ago
for, like, six dollars.

I saw it.

You saw Joa Sans?

Yeah.

I had to drive into town to get enough
wi-fi to rant it.

But, yeah, I saw it.

I do my research.

What did you think of it?

Well, uh... Oh, you hated it?

No, I didn't hate it.

Uh...

Well, you remade Psycho from the
perspective of the shower curtain.

That was only the last third.

I did.

It's a meta-commentary of gender trouble
inherent to the slasher genre.

We're just different generations,
is all.

Anyway, yeah, audiences mostly didn't get
it either, but, um, enough critics liked

it that it opened some doors
for me in Hollywood, and

that's kind of where this
whole opportunity came from.

To remake Camp Miasma.

Yeah.

Which, like, on the surface is,
like, a weird career move for me,

but, see, I got it all figured out.

What they don't know
is that the original Camp

Miasma was basically,
like, my queer awakening.

Oh.

I'm gonna beat Hollywood in its own game.

The execs all bother you up.

They tell you your perspective is so
fresh, they call you the voice of a

generation, but I know
the real reason they were

willing to give me the
keys to this franchise.

It's zombie IP.

They need me to resurrect it.

Oh, I guess if little
death has been killed so

many times, you could
think of them as a zombie.

No, no, no, not a zombie movie,
zombie IP.

The IP itself is undead, as in too
problematic to reboot because of Woke,

which in Hollywood right now is a really
big problem because intellectual property

from decades ago is basically the only
thing anyone's willing to spend money on

anymore, what with the capitalism being so
late and all.

And, look, every long-running franchise
has skeletons in its closet.

I mean, James Bond literally assaults
women in Goldfinger and Thunderball,

and Mickey Mouse did Blackface that one
time.

Mickey did that?

So what does a studio do when there's easy
money just waiting to be made on a movie

franchise, just sitting
there dormant, but it's

one as blatantly
transphobic as camp miasma?

They hire a queer person to paper over the
ugliness, give little death a more tragic

backstory, weave in some
perfunctory message about

gender, trauma, being
yourself against all odds, bam.

Zombie IP resurrected, shareholders get
paid.

Chris, I didn't ask you about your work.

I asked about you.

I want you to tell me about yourself.

Sorry.

I have a tendency to get kind of fired up
about that stuff.

Sometimes I kind of think I am my work.

Well, I'm sure that's not true.

Okay.

Let's see.

Well, I'm 29.

I grew up in the suburbs,
but I haven't really

talked to my family since
shortly after I came out.

I use she, they pronouns.

Are you married?

No.

God, no.

No.

No, I'm Polly.

Who's Polly?

Like Polly Ambrose.

Oh, I don't know Polly.

Yeah, basically I have a partner and then
my partner has another partner too.

Oh, kind of like cheating.

Yeah, but with game nights where you have
to hang out with bisexual guys like Thor.

You don't sound too excited about it.

No, I am.

I am.

I just, I don't know.

All that stuff has just kind of always
been in the background for me.

Sex or whatever.

I mean, I love my partner.

Really, I do.

And I want their needs to be met.

But just for me, sex has always felt like
kind of a distraction.

My primary partner tends to be my work.

I'm noticing a trend.

Yeah.

I guess love, sex, all that stuff has just
never been easy for me.

Sometimes I think my art is just like a
place for me to hide from all that.

Well, like this canvas for me.

It's your own private alternate universe.

But when I was younger, sex was stressful
for me too.

I created some kind of a block around it
that I couldn't quite name.

Exactly.

And I had to find a way to get out of my
head.

And this helped.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, you're good.

No, I mean, I'm sorry about bringing all
this up.

We shouldn't be talking about my sex life.

Don't you see that?

Why?

Because it's weird.

This is a work meeting.

I don't want to be like...

Me too-ish.

Me too-y.

Honey, I auditioned for the Vernon.

You know who created that?

You don't scare me.

Besides, this isn't a business meeting.

We're eating fried chicken and smoking
weed and talking about making art together.

Well, in that case, can I ask you
something personal?

Why'd you stop acting?

You had a few bit parts and then you
started in the original me as well and

then you kind of just fell off the face of
the earth.

Well, they invited me back for the sequel.

And the third one too.

But I was pretty burnt out.

After a while, I stopped calling.

I guess I just aged out.

Ms. Presley, Billy, I just have to say I
am a lifelong fan.

And I know we're only
just meeting, but I feel very,

very strongly about the
potential of this collaboration.

It comes to heart.

I'm serious.

I don't know how to
explain it, but I just know that

being here is going to help
me crack the me as a story.

You know, I don't want to make another
dumb sequel in the camp me as my franchise.

I don't want to make a remake of a remake
of a remake.

I want to make something that feels fresh
and new.

Something original that I saw in a movie,
but I saw it as a serial killer.

It's like I said in my letter.

I mean, to me, the soul
of camp me as my has

always been that look
in your character's eye.

Exactly.

That look has been seared into my memory
ever since I saw it on VHS tape.

I had absolutely no business being able to
watch as an eight year old.

If I can capture that look in your eye
again, three, five years later,

then I will have done my job.

Camp me as my legacy.

I know.

I read your letter.

It's a good pitch.

I'm just not convinced that it will work.

Why not?

Because you talk about it so academically.

And camp me as my, it wasn't about
cultural depictions of monstrosity or...

gender trouble or any of that stuff.

It was about two very simple things.

Flesh...

and fluid.

I really, I really appreciate you.

Yeah, taking the time.

And I'm sure our reps will pay attention.

Hopefully we can work something out.

But obviously, you know, no worries.

Chris.

You don't need to leave, you know.

I made up the guest room upstairs.

That's very kind, but I should probably
get home.

Well, it's a bit late to drive,
isn't it?

Especially in this weather.

I don't want to impose any more than I
already have.

It's not an imposition.

It's okay.

Chris.

Chris, I'm asking you to stay.

Is that an order?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's an order.

We can get to know each other.

We can watch my print of the first film
together.

About that looking behind.

Well, we have to be on the same page,
isn't it?

Are we going to be working together?

Please.

We are already working together.

Together.

Hold on a second.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

I didn't know what you wanted for breakfast,
so I got a variety pack from Costco.

Look at that.

Isn't that cute?

You got your Frosted Flakes and your Fruit
Loops and your Cocoa Krispies.

There's a little something for everyone.

Something wrong?

No.

Well, actually, yes.

Sorry.

I'm just going to say this, even if it
sounds weird.

Is there someone else in the house with us
right now?

What are you talking about?

Last night, before I went to bed,
I thought I heard talking.

It sounded like maybe you were talking to
someone else.

I don't think so.

As far as I know, it's just the two of us
here.

There was no one in your bedroom last
night?

Your dead taxidermied mom?

Just a totally random example?

Nope.

Just the two of us.

If you don't believe me, you can go look.

No, I believe you.

No, I'm serious.

Go look.

It's okay.

I must have been making it up.

Go look.

She's amazing.

I mean, she's clearly the
same person from the asthma

one, the final girl, but
she's so much more, too.

She's weird, and sexy, and tough,
but also really funny, too.

And she's a stoner.

God, it's amazing.

There is so much more to explore in her
that the first film barely even hinted at.

Yeah, I mean, I'm obsessed.

Tell the studio I'm obsessed.

You're still just thinking a cameo,
right?

No, no.

It's her.

I mean, the whole movie's gotta be her.

Did I tell you that
she literally lives at the

abandoned sleepover
camp from the asthma one?

You mentioned that, yeah.

Come on.

Were we thinking a supporting role?

Because I still need to set expectations
with the studio.

They all see me.

No, listen to me.

You're not hearing what I'm saying.

She is the lead, okay?

The final girl.

Again.

Chris, taking over the miasma franchise is
a really, really big deal.

The studio is a huge dance on you,
okay?

I know you love your trivia, but they're
not gonna want to build a franchise reboot

around a six-year-old lady who doesn't
even have a Wikipedia page.

No offense.

Well, what about those new Halloween
movies?

Those made like a billion dollars,
so they start a 60-year-old lady.

Or maybe... never mind, those rumors
aren't true.

Chris, Billy Presley is not Jamie
LaCurtis.

She's not Ned Campbell.

She's not even... what's her name from the
first Nightmare on?

Heather Langentam.

Yeah, exactly.

This is a niche property, Chris.

Okay, how can I explain?

Can you tell me the name of the lead
actress from The Sleepwalking Camp movies?

Alyssa Rosen, the original, and Pamela
Springsteen in the sequels.

Who, fun fact, is Bruce Springsteen's
sister.

There you go.

I'd say, in 2026, Billy
Presley has about as

much star power as
Bruce Springsteen's sister.

Honestly, if I were putting money on it,
I bet they don't even know where she is,

okay?

So just focus on the origin story.

That's what this studio is eager for you
to crack.

And then we'll be pushed closer to a green
light.

Fine, whatever.

Well, how about Final Cut?

Any word on Final Cut?

Chris, we've talked about this.

That's not how this works.

Are you putting squash right now?

You can't see.

Chuck is such a stud.

Says Our Lady of Corduroy.

I can't even know.

Squeak.

I said, where exactly is it that you kids
think you're going?

Um, we're the new counselors at the
sleepaway camp on the hill.

Camp Myazmo.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He is still sleeping down below.

And a child like you so...

young and...

nubile.

Surely you wake him, won't you?

I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't mean... You're doomed.

You're doomed!

What's eating you, Squeak?

I'm just thinking about what it's called
being alive.

What?

Losing a virginity?

Dying.

That means we're marooned until the
campers get here tomorrow.

All right, all right.

Who's going to do the honors this year?

The honors?

Yeah, who's telling the origin story?

The tale of Little Dad.

Go for it, man.

It's all I do.

This part's transphobic.

Shut up.

Sorry.

So, this was a long time ago.

A long time ago.

Before I was even a camper here myself.

But the counselors, they used to talk
about this one kid.

A real freak house who never said a single
word to anyone all summer.

He had this special arrangement
with the camp to have

one bed in the boys' bunk
and one bed in the girls' bunk.

Freak house behavior.

This kid, see, he was a boy.

He had a little leaner, so he had to be,
right?

But on certain days of the week,
like it was the most normal thing in the

world, he would pack up all his stuff and
move over to the girls' side of camp.

And then, he would show up to swim
practice in a bikini.

On Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays,
he was a boy.

And the rest of the
week, honest to God, this

little schizophrenic
thought he was a girl.

Major freak house alert.

The kid's parents were even bigger freak
houses than him.

They were hermaphrodites.

They met at a mental hospital,
killed the guards, and escaped.

The mom dressed as a boy and the dad
dressed as a girl.

They raised their son to be a different
gender every day of the week.

Until he finally lost his mind too.

Easy-bake freak house.

Never had a chance.

Freak house bake oven is what I meant to
say, actually.

Goofy.

Eventually, there was an incident at swim
practice.

Some of the kids made the mistake of
teasing him, and he just went ballistic.

They drowned him.

I mean, they had to.

Parents covered it up so the kids wouldn't
get in trouble.

Camp management, counselors too.

But some people say that he's still down
there, at the bottom of the lake.

That he's still hungry.

That he's waiting to rise from the dead.

Rise, little death.

Rise!

And take your revenge!

Did you shit your pants, squeak?

I think somebody's making brownies.

Did she shit her pants?

Dude.

It's just a joke.

Alright, let's get this party started!

Good

evening, camp miasma.

This is DJ Elejastic broadcasting all
night long.

Let's get this party started with Anorak
Christmas by Sally Shapiro.

Let's get this party started!

What's wrong?

I thought I saw someone out there watching
me.

It was like I sensed someone sensing me.

And then my perspective changed.

It was like I could see myself standing
here.

Through his eyes.

Whoa.

Little death.

Hey.

You're shaking.

I think we need to get you inside.

I know a little spot.

What is that?

Do you want to come with me?

Not really.

Or I guess...

Maybe I do.

I'm just...

scared.

You're still a virgin, right?

Let's think of it like getting a shot.

At the doctor's office.

Except this time we're going to like the
way it feels.

Show yourself!

What's this?

It's nothing.

It's stupid.

It's like a game we play.

It's just the way we mark time.

Don't look at that.

Don't look at that.

You okay?

Relax.

Shoot.

The power just went out.

That happens sometimes.

I need to get the fire going.

I must have seen that movie a hundred
times.

But I've never seen it like that.

That look in your eye.

Have you figured out what that was?

Fear.

Shame.

There is something else...

underneath all that.

Hey!

Hey!

You were right.

This is not a working meeting.

And look in your eye.

I don't want to just watch.

I don't want to just make a movie.

I want to feel it too.

Can you show me how?

Out here, being all alone.

There are certain nights
when you just get this

feeling when it's really
light and really quiet.

When all of a sudden...

you just know...

that some psycho killer
scheme mental patient is going

to break in and jump you
up into a million little pieces.

Oh, I like that feeling.

I like the danger.

And the powerlessness.

It's a given, Ian.

Even if it just lasts a moment.

Do you ever get lonely though?

Living out here all alone in the middle of
nowhere.

Of course I get lonely, Grace.

Really?

Okay.

Tell me what you like.

But what do you like?

How do you like to be touched?

Dealer's choice.

Dealer's choice.

That's...

Son of a... Sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I know it's not what's wrong with me.

I'm so fucking bad at sex.

I just can't.

Jesus Christ.

I can't, like, focus.

I don't know.

I just... There's no bad at sex.

There's no fair.

Sorry.

Oh, you're shaking.

Let's get you warm.

It's embarrassing.

I hate myself.

I'll put some tea on the stove and we can
make s'mores in the fireplace.

Would that be nice?

Go ahead.

And I think it's...

dissociation.

Sex seems so natural and...

and easy for so many people, but for me,
I'm just...

I've never been able to
get there with someone

else unless I'm really far
away in my head, just...

voice in places.

Why not?

You don't have to tell me.

But I promise...

I won't judge you.

Camiasma.

Or any old film like that.

I imagine myself becoming a character in
the slasher film.

Mandy the bookworm in part two,
or... Collie in the outhouse in part four.

I guess...

even you...

your character...

in the first movie.

And then... Look at your face.

I...

I think about transforming.

I start off the movie as myself.

A filmmaker.

An intellectual.

A prude.

A bit sweet.

And then I become...

where he makes me.

It's embarrassing.

You can tell my...

Oh,

that's just window dressing because...

Once little death comes
for me, I'm just... A slut.

And then...

Death's bouncing as I run for my life.

My nipples poking through my skimpy
clothes.

Waiting for him to penetrate me.

It's stupid.

And so... such a mistake.

I think I saw too many movies as a kid and
it fucked me up real bad.

Do you think I'm disgusting?

I think you're very sexy.

And if you want to become that with me...

you can.

Because it's all just play.

That's why he built this place.

If it gets too real...

you can always turn it off.

Now look in his eyes...

and make them your own.

Let's do it.

Let's make a movie.

Hi.

Do you guys have Wi-Fi?

Hi.

Hi there.

Sorry to be a few minutes late.

Oh, no problem.

We're actually still waiting on Jeffrey,
but he should be on momentarily.

Right on.

Where are you right now, Chris?

I'm in the Pacific Northwest near Canada.

I think I maybe mentioned, yeah,
on our last call.

But yeah, I got a meeting with Billy
Presley.

It's pretty exciting.

I don't want to... Chris?

On a jigsaw or anything, but I'm pretty
excited.

Hey, guys.

I'm here.

Jeffrey.

What?

What, Tracy?

Oh, I just got off...

with Jason Blum about the new Halloween
miniseries.

This is my little jump scare.

Watch.

Let me do it.

Thank you.

So great, Jeffrey.

They have the same name.

So, Michael Myers, Mike Myers.

Thank you.

Anyway, we're so excited to hear about our
little sleep away camp slasher.

How's it coming along, Chris?

Well, I was just saying, I have some
pretty exciting news.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that Billy Presley
is going to sign on to join the project.

Billy?

You played the final girl in the first
film back in the 80s?

Yeah.

Oh, great.

That's great fan service.

Reddit is going to prematurely ejaculate
in their tight little jeans.

That is so true.

Actually, I think we're all just really
excited to hear about this origin story.

Yeah, I've actually been reworking it over
the past few days.

Great.

Why don't you walk us through it,
Chris?

Okay, so, Lake Miasma.

That iconic lake, viewers know so well.

But there's something
viewers don't know about

what's lurking there
underneath the water.

It's a little bad.

No.

No?

No.

A hole.

A hole.

A hole?

There is a hole at the bottom of the lake
where the movies come from.

I'm going to translate someone.

It's a meta take.

Yeah, meta.

Like New Nightmare by Fright Master Wes
Craven.

Nightmare by Fright Master Wes Craven.

Exactly.

It's not meta.

Like New Nightmare by Fright Master Wes
Craven.

Not meta.

Like New Nightmare by Fright Master Wes
Craven.

Is it an allegory?

It's real.

Okay?

Like, actually real.

It's realer than this call.

It's not a movie.

If anything, this is a movie.

You all are characters in a movie.

Okay?

Okay.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

There is a hole at the bottom of the lake
where the movies come from.

It has been there since before the first
movie.

It has been there since before the murders
that inspired the first movie.

Little Death is down there alone,
waiting.

He doesn't even ask in the hole on your
lake miasma.

He doesn't need clothing help when he gets
bored.

He has his entertainment.

And that's where we come in.

This is the great tricky place.

Convincing us that we made him.

When really he made us.

That we watch him.

When really he watches us.

You understand?

Yeah.

We're his little play things.

We are an itch for him to scratch.

We are a movie for him to edit.

And he has final cut.

Oh my god, he has final cut.

It's happening.

Can you feel it?

He's ready to make a new movie.

And he's coming for us all.

The fuck was that?

There's a lot to unpack there.

There's a lot to unpack there.

Thank you so much, Chris.

Let us circle up.

And we will collect our thoughts.

And then we will get back to you.

Thank you, Tracy.

Well said.

That was something else.

We'll be in touch.

Bye.

Wow.

Where exactly is it that you kids think
you're going?

Me?

Do you mean me?

I'm a filmmaker.

Yeah, I'm a filmmaker here from the big
city.

I'm here making a movie at the old
sleepaway camp up on the hill.

Oh, oh no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This remains highly unfinished.

I don't like it at all.

Totally.

He's still sleeping down below and a child
like you, so young.

And nubile.

Don't forget nubile.

And nubile.

Surely awaken.

For sure, for sure.

You're doomed.

I'm doomed, doomed?

Doomed.

You're doomed.

You're doomed.

Doomed?

Doomed.

I

didn't want

to go with him that night.

But I told myself I had to.

That it was a ritual.

A rite of passage that everyone has to go
through.

I was 24, playing 17.

And it was time I lost my virginity.

I tried masturbating before.

Some girls at camp taught me how.

When I was just a camper.

But I never understood.

My hand just got tired.

And then, that night, on that grimy
mattress, with that irrelevant cream,

I felt hollow.

It meant nothing to me.

I was losing my virginity.

And it was exactly as bad as I had always
imagined it would be.

When he entered me, I went far away in my
head.

I tried to think about anything else.

I tried to stop being myself there on the
bed.

I

caught a signal.

Suddenly, I was watching myself from
outside myself.

Like I acquired a new set of eyes.

Here it is.

I

was a little dead.

I was

watching myself from across the room.

Creeping closer.

And I could see Billy press me there on
the bed.

Losing her virginity.

Getting fucked.

Just like in the movies when you see the
child going back and forth.

Real rapid like.

And I was excited.

Me and both of us.

I was the watcher.

And I was the one being watched.

And I was the killer.

Leering and breathing hard.

And I was the victim too.

Lying on the bed.

With that look in my eyes.

I go from the perspective of the shower
curtain.

And then I lifted the spear.

And at the same time, I saw it from the
bed.

Looking up at it as it was coming down
towards me.

And then I came.

It was my first orgasm.

And it's still the biggest one I ever had.

And I thought, why do you make it feel
like that?

So good.

So close to magic.

Why do you make it feel like that?

What was that?

Why don't you go have a look?

I'm right behind you.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Is this gonna be... Is this
the moment where you...

What's gonna happen next?

You could fall down the hill so you don't
get too much of a head start.

So you really have to run from it.

I have no idea.

Do you want to push me or...?

Hi.

Sorry.

I'm a fan, obviously.

No offense, but I'm just...

I

got so worried and I didn't hear from you.

Floor got a pickup truck.

We drove all day.

We came to save you.

Babe,

I think we better just run out of gas.

What up, Chris?

Oh, hey, babe.

What's up?

I'm Thor.

What's your name?

Wow.

There's so many trees out here.

Chris, it's me, your agent.

I heard the pitch went really,
really bad.

So I bought a plane ticket,
then I rented a car, and I

drove out here because I'm
thinking maybe we could workshop.

Chris!

We thought that we have some thoughts.

Oh, it's now great.

I totally get it.

Oh my god.

But we want it to be a little bit more
commercial, a little bit more anthemic.

Jeff Bezos is going to be a pilot.

Get the fuck out of my way!

It's okay.

We made it.

Don't cry.

It's just a movie.

It's just a play.

It doesn't feel like we're going.

I know.

I know what it is.

Calm down.

You're almost there now.

You're almost there.

You need to do exactly what I showed you.

You need to watch yourself through his
eyes.

Yes.

Yes.

I can see him.

He's walking inside.

He's coming closer now.

I can see myself.

Fill me in.

Fill me in.

Fill me in.

He's coming.

Don't watch yourself.

Watch the movie.

This only happens for a little while.

You see temples waiting.

See temples waiting.

With heroin and candy.

One

of the best parts.

Make you sorry.

The worst part.

Make you strong.

Satan is waiting.

Satan is waiting.

With heroin and candy.

With

heroin and candy.

Morning sleepyhead.

One wrong discipline of life.

And at the end.

I'm taking my shoes off.

And jumping on and in.

One limitation.

One blade-sized ball.

Would you like to come swimming.

In the big lake of fire.

One wrong discipline of life.

And at the end.

I'm taking my shoes off.

And jumping on and in.

See temples waiting.

See temples waiting.

See temples waiting.

See temples waiting.

One wrong discipline of life.

And at the end.

I'm taking my shoes off.

One blade-sized ball.

Would you like to come swimming.

In the big lake of fire.

Would you like to come swimming.

In the big lake of fire.

One limitation.

One blade-sized ball.

In the big lake of fire.

One wrong discipline of life.

And at the end.

I'm taking my shoes off.

And jumping on and in.

See temples waiting.

One blade-sized ball.

Would you like to come swimming.

In the big lake of fire.

One wrong discipline of life.

I'm taking my shoes off.

One blade-sized ball.

Would you like to come swimming.

In the big lake of fire.

What's wrong?

Are you alright?

You're still down there, you know.

At the bottom of the lake.

You're still hungry.

Can you feel it?

I'll be back soon.

To feed again.

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