Honeysugar: Sometimes I need a microscope just to find the crumbs to give me
an excuse to bring out my hoover.
Anorexia: Your life sounds so complicated.
Honeysugar: It is with you being so neat all the time. Mess things up girl!
Anorexia: I hardly eat anything to leave a crumb from.
Honeysugar: I know. Its slim pickings!
Anorexia: I saw Maisie at the Mart today. She was buying some crumble cake. I'm
sure her carpet will need rescuing pretty soon.
Honeysugar: Thanks for the warning. She didn't buy any sugar puffs did she?
Anorexia: No, I don't think so.
Honeysugar: Oh, well. Can't have everything.
Anorexia: But she was buying popcorn.
Honeysugar: Popcorn?! How wonderful! It'll get everywhere. I may have to put the
gobblehead onto the end of the pipe. I've not done THAT since Rose spilt hundreds
and thousands and moondust at the same time.
Anorexia: I'm so excited FOR you. Do you think it'll make the news?
Honeysugar: Only if Al Qaieda is suspected. But they can pretty much be blamed for
anything these days.
Anorexia: And the few things left over are the things they probably REALY did.
Honeysugar: You think? I woldn't know. About what happens in HINGLAND I mean.
Anorexia: I'll tell you another time, or when people have caught up.
Honeysugar: I and my hoover just want to defend the good old US of A.
Anorexia: From germ warfare? I understand.
Honeysugar: Yes, the enemy's even in the discarded food.
Anorexia: Its a hidden danger.
Honeysugar: I see myself as exterminating the excess. Eradicating the extra.
Anorexia: It sounds like my diet, and what softcell Al Qaieda's starting to do with gays.
Honeysugar: What was that?
Anorexia: Oh, nothing.
Honeysugar: Nothing's good. That's what's left after I've hoovered up.
  

Miss. Smart: Today we're going to be discussing Sylvia Plath. Does anyone know
any lines?
Anorexia: The woman is perfected?
Miss. Smart: Yes, as in Death, perhaps. Any further thouts?
Anorexia: Yes, the poem, her final poem, it was called Edge. She was writing in a
fervor, and a fever, those last few weeks as if writing to a literal deadline.
Myla: I like the one about the sky flying off like the hat of a doll.
Miss. Smart: What d'you think it meant?
Myla: I don't know, it just sounded  good. To me that's the main thing with poetry,
the sound not the meaning.
Tara: I always remember that one about the place where men are mended.
Miss Smart: Yes, could be a bit of feminism there. Those last two are from The
Stones I believe.
Tilda: I always prefered The Beatles. John Lennon and all that.
Miss Smart: A similar figure I think. But at Harvard we'll stick to Sylvia.
Hydra: Wasn't there one about a bear named Maisie Blackstock?
Miss Smart: A toy bear I think rather than the grizzly variety.
Tilda: I used to think that Suzanne Vega was Sylvia Plath.
Tara: Or Beth Orton.
Miss Smart: Yes, her influence has extended into popular culture.
Anorexia: Tho it was Iron Maiden who put one of her poems to music. Apparently,
her words realy go well with heavy metal.
Miss Smart: I guess its the angst.
Anorexia: Miss Drake Proceeding To Supper I think it was called.
Miss Smart: That reminds me. Just before the bell, yor homework. Try to write a
Sylvia-like poem. It'll be the best way to explore her by trying to emulate her.
Tilda: I'll just copy from that blog Love Letter On The Edge Of Apocalypse.
Tara: That's not like Sylvia.
Myla: Not sure if its even poetry.
Anorexia: O I mite give it a look then. I always find poetry too difficult.

Rose: I'm thinking of going fat.
Carly: Thinking of? You need to slim rite now.
Rose: I know. Let me put it another way then. I'm thinking of going thin.
Carly: Now we're getting somewhere. Sure you don't want my Slim City meeting to
start up again as mental encoragement?
Rose: No, I think we could bring about the apocalypse if we do that too often.
Carly: Disagreement has many decibels for sure.
Maisie: Hi, gals. Don't mind me, just doing my run.
Rose: You getting outdoorsy?
Maisie: Yes, running machine exploded.
Carly: Al Qaieda?
Maisie: No, overuse. Apparently, no successful slimmer has ever eaten as much as I do.
Rose: Or exercised more.
Carly: Won't you cramp up, stopping for so long?
Maisie: Yes, byeeeee.
Rose: Rexie has a novel 'What Maisie Knew'.
Carly: It can't be about our Maisie or it wold be a short story.
Rose: I know, little sketch.
Carly: So, the meeting. Can we stand another one?
Rose: Well, we are due for armageddon.
Carly: Tomorrow, apparently.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Hiya!
Rose: Wow, those are brite leggings.
Carly: Even for you.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Yes, I kind of thout if you can have shocking pink why can't you
have shocking yelo?
Carly: Its shocking they hadn't thout of it before.
Rose: Carly's on about another meeting.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I could certainly do with one. I had good news yesterday and
celebrated it with an extra apple. I've been worrying about my weit ever since.
Rose: Good news tho, what was it?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Oh, Frio the dog's been found. By someone called Flaxlawna.
Amazingly she's a friend of Anorexia's so she's bringing him over.
Carly: Wow, small world.
Rose: Well, it couldn't get any bigger..oh, I see what you mean.

Carly: I'm trying a new fad diet.
Doreen the Dogwalker; Did you say fat diet?
Carly: No, but I mite as well have done.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Since my Frio was dognapped I've been losing weit thru worry.
Carly: I'm sure spaceships with the technology they have have pilots who've developed
kindness. I'm sure he'll be cared for. He may come back much improved.
Doreen the Dogwalker: You mean like a robot? Computerised?
Carly: Who knows? He may see twitter and speak google and yap yahoo. Who knows
what inventions lie ahead of us.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I always thout Frio the Dog was ahead of us.
Carly: That's not hard to believe. Who were you minding him for anyway.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Someone called Princess Felicity. She's currently incarcerated
on a game show that don't allow pets. Strange tho.
Carly: What?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Frio seemed to know his captors. He went of his own accord.
Carly: So you believe in aliens now.
Doreen the Dogwalker: No, not at all, I'm normal.
Carly: But you said you lost your dog to a spaceship. Spacenapped.
Doreen the Doreen: I am quite trendy and incapable of believing in such things according
to my twitter profile.
Carly: According to mine I have a thousand folowers.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Did you celebrate?
Carly: Yes, by treating myself to life as a celebrity.
Doreen the Dogwalker: How's that done?
Carly: I unfolowed the two thousand I was folowing.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Its strange with celebrities. The less they can speak the more the
people are who want to hear what they say.
Carly: Those empty inside can be filled with people's fantasies of what they think they are.
Doreen the Dogwalker: That's deep.
Carly: Sometimes I have a quick dip into my depths and then resume shalowness.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Ah, yes, shalowness is more popular after all.   

Miss Rye-Veta: Hot day today.
Honeysugar: Much like yesterday.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes. Can you have too much of blue sky?
Honeysugar: Yip. That's why I get my hoover out. Never lets me down. Always creating cleaner
outlooks. With constant conversation.
Miss Rye-Veta: I know its your best friend, but you do realise its a machine and not a person
don't you?
Honeysugar: Yes, but scientists say machines will be humans in the future.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes, some humans are ALREADY machines.
Honeysugar: Realy? They must be very clever.
Miss Rye-Veta: It wasn't realy a compliment.
Honeysugar: O well, I compliment you on making it.
Miss Rye-Veta: So.
Honeysugar: Ha?
Miss Rye-Veta: No, I've run out of conversation. I've used up all the words. Wonder when this
bus is coming?
Honeysugar: Its due at 12.45.
Miss Rye-Veta: That was ten minutes ago.
Honeysugar: Oh. I lost track due to all the conversation.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes, conversation. Usualy so easy......hmmmm?......So, when did you last see
a cloud in the sky?
Honeysugar: Apart from the smoke clouds you mean from all the burning fires?
Miss Rye-Veta: Er, yes, probably.
Honeysugar: There probably aren't any. Its probably due to all the water the fire fiters are using.
They've probably used up all the ocean. I think that's where the clouds are made.
Miss Rye-Veta: Yes, probably.
Honeysugar: Once, you know, the bus was on time
Miss Rye-Veta: Was it realy?
Honeysugar: No..Wait a minute, think it was a minute early and everybody missed it!

Anorexia: I'm having a fat-day today.
Matilda: I can see, you've treated yorself to an extra mint.
Anorexia: Its to stave off the tomato temptation.
Matilda: Yes, when did Boston cease being Colonial City and become Beantown instead?
Anorexia: Must have been during the boomtime of the beantown.
Matilda: Yes, still, its lovely here on the Esplenade.
Anorexia: I love the yelow trees.
Matilda: Its nice to be near the river.
Anorexia: She's wilowy for sure.
Matilda: There'a lots of outdoor cafe's round here. We'll find one.
Anorexia: If there's lots then one won't be hard to find.
Matilda: Who do you reckon for the Olympics then?
Anorexia: O you know I'm a McKayla Maroney fan. She's so slim.
Matilda: I'm counting on Komova still.
Anorexia: I'm sure Viktoria will be victorios in one of the events.
Matilda: They shold have slimming in The Games.
Anorexia: I reckon that's the event I mite beat all of those gymnasts at.
Matilda: Yes, but only just.
Anorexia: I used to wonder if I should have been into tumbling and such. Nowadays I think
I could be a jockey. I look in the paper and so long as I can do the weit for every horse
running that day then I feel just fine.
Matilda: That's good, but there's only one problem.
Anorexia: What's that?
Matilda: You can't ride.
Anorexia: Tell me something I don't know!
Matilda: A half times a half is a quarter.
Anorexia: I know that......Realy? How can that be?
Matilda: Never mind. Take a seat. I'll feed the quacking ducks.
Anorexia: Animals never seem to have any weit problems at all.
Matilda: I guess they don't eat at cafe's.

Rose: Anything on tonite on cable?
Carly: Not much. Too many people watching television. Not enough people making it.
Rose: One day there'll be more channels than programmes.
Carly: There is this film Nitemare In Fattsville.
Rose: Isn't that the film we're living since Rexie turned up?
Carly: We should be film stars realy.
Rose: I know so many people who never have their 15 minutes of fame there must be someone
having a whale of a time on everyone's share.
Carly: Its those Random male singer featuring Compulsory Girl combos that dominate the
charts.
Rose: Yeah, so lame. Give me country and western anyday.
Carly: Anyone who was any good wouldn't have to feature anyone anyway.
Rose: You mean like Carly featuring Rose.
Carly: No, I mean its more like Rose featuring Carly.
Rose: Isn't.
Carly: Is.
Rose: Is.
Carly: Isn't.
Rose: What were we talking about?
Carly: Dunno...Food, probably.
Honeysugar: Hi, honeys, I'm home. Victor the Vaccuum back again.
Carly: Wish there was a vaccuum. Then we wouldn't have to hear her.
Honeysugar: Sorry, you'll have to speak up. My hoover has a jet engine inside it. Its guaranteed
against Al Qaieda attack.
Rose: I depend on my President with rockets in his pockets for that.
Carly: Aren't you a bit early anyway.
Honeysugar: There was a rumor going round of a sugar puff spill. I couldn't wait any longer. I
had to see the crash scene.
Rose: Ah, yes. That was Carly. Its piled up in the corner of the kitchen floor with all mangled
bits of sugar lumps.
Carly: I saw it as divine prophecy leaving it there. Tripping on my low heels saved me like a
million calories in damages. I had a snickers bar instead.
Honeysugar: Fun sized?
Carly: No, the REAL fun size!
Honeysugar: Realy, you two! You're like a television show in your own living room.
Rose: Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes.
Carly: I'd realy hoped for something better.