Thank you all for coming tonight. I’m so thrilled you’re here, with that look in your eyes… looking at the look in my eyes. So familiar.
Everybody knows they’ve seen me somewhere, I’ve got that kind of face.
I’m just like you…in some respects. I’m bone of your bone, I’m an atom. I’m a speck, just a sub atomic party girl. Coming to love you and leave you, coming to embrace you, wrap myself around you, coming towards you, very fast…
Just call me a neutrino. Very little mass; no charge.
You know, this is a bit of a deviation for me because right now…right now I’m supposed to be travelling in the heart of a fiery meteor. Some like it hot! But don’t you worry because I can get back there in the twinkling of an eye…
And yes, baby, you do know me, because I was at every party you’ve ever been to. I spreadeagled on the kitchen table when you stood hesitating. Invisibly yours…and yours..and yours…I like to connect. But remember, I’m only passing through. That’s just the kind of speck I am.
And there have been times when I have known you, in the cosmic sense…but somehow, not made an impression. All those times when I was just messing about…just drifting aimlessly through, mildly radioactive. Passing through your life, your soft tissues, out again on the other side and you never felt a thing. And darling…darling, I felt nothing for you. You were a short cut across a room, always quicker than going round. But this time.. Well, let’s just say I’ve got your number. Actually, I’ve always had it, I’ll be in touch. When I say in touch…we’ll collide. When I say collide…that doesn’t quite encompass it.
I know what you’re thinking. How is it going to end? Who said anything about ending? You’ve only just got here….Oh, I am coming, I am coming again. Well I like to speak for myself, we all do, us sub atomic party girls… but really I mean We are coming. We are a multitude, my colleagues and I. We’ll be gatecrashing together. Don’t take it personally… I’ve seen it all before. No, really, you’d be surprised. Actually you’d be stunned. Annihilated.
But some of you have always wanted to peek…you clever things have set up mirrors and made such long, long lists of names and addresses. You’ve really got a very big black book full of numbers. You’ve tried to guess my vital statistics. Though my shape changes, depending on the time of the millennium. Lots of peeping, ogling and wondering. But I like a clever one. I like a trier. Look through your windows, your ground glass. See me coming. And when you do, what will you do. Where will you run? Hmm? Hide under the bed….no need to hide. I love you. All of you. I really, really do. I really, really boop boop be do.

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