money grows on trees and is pulled from the earth but really, where does it all come from? and who does it belong to? who are you that's looking? i'm busy building blood world with plaster and paint. you'll see. soon enough? never. this other world is still breathing, even with crude instruments and in the dark, thinking about what it means to be buried alive. bonding with a cat. thanks, sorry, please, you're welcome, god no.

nung song sam si...

a: "lung ka tot, tee wee mei di ti sut"
b: "mai pen rai, pom wai nam wani"
a: "shit nam kap"
b: (points at the door) "su buri"
a: "chun mei lu mei ped"
c: "i don't know no duck"