Jim & Nico

Hey Jim.
Hey Nico.
What's up?
Nothing much.
I feel like throwing myself off this cliff.
Why?
I dunno. Just because.
Really?
Really.

Jim looked thoughtful. His deep eyes betrayed a hint of the mischievous. He grabbed Nico's hand and was about to rush forward.

No. No. No.
Why?
It's too dangerous.
How dangerous?
Too.

He looked down from the cliff. It would be a beautiful fall, a diver's fall.

Too?

Nico smiled. she loved jim but he could make her nervous too. Sometimes, it was hard to keep her cool.

Let's swim to the moon, yeahhhhh
let's swim through the skies....eyes uh huh...
penetrate the ocean that the evening keeps to hide.
let's swim out to love, babe
it's our time to try.... uh huh...
suite beside the ocean on a moonlight drive....

Jim
Yeah...
why not a poet?
No talent. He smiled.
you're adorable.

Jim was slightly perturbed but he didn't want to show it. He didn't want to get angry. It just wasn't his thing.

You're really fucked Nico.
So are you, like Brando, A REAL SHAMAN.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME?

He looked completely serious.
WHO was he?
He could almost smile...

Nico.
Yes.
Do you love me?
Why? Not under your thumb?
Yes.

Nico smiled. jim was quite amusing at times. at the same time, she couldn't figure him out.

Who are you jim?
a singer.
do you love your craft?
not at all.

That's how jim responded to her. with these short little sentences. she didn't really like jim, now that she thought about it.

I love you Nico. He seemed to wink as the devil would wink.

jim, be serious.

he was looking down the cliff, then he took a drag of pot. it felt nice.

can't be, God is coming.
Where is he?
He's coming on a blue bus.
that can't be good.
it's long blue bus, almost snake-like.
when's he coming.
dunno.
dunno.
dunno.