(this is such a weird conversation)
A SPIDER PREACHING WITH POISON ON ITS LIPS. TO GET OUT OF HERE IS TO PROMISE ME A KISS. THE ABANDOMENT OF SCENERY IN THE (DONT REMEMBER IT, DONT RETURN TO IT) MIND OF MOTHER. SO WITH ADVICE OF THE DEAD, AND A HALO OVER MY HEAD, AT LAST HONEY IM HOME! THREE VOICES COME ON ALL ALONE! A VIVISECTION OF ME, DONE BY GOD FOR ALL TO SEE, SAY HELLO! HONEY IM HOME! THREE VOICES COME ON ALL ALONE!