“I've been smoking since I was born.”
The lifespan brag is so extreme that the swagger tips into a joke.
Informal
Chapter 8 of 10 · 2'08"
A Salt Lake punk party moves from a hookah that will not work to a question about her medication. Then the custom starts: "He believed in structure, I believed in chaos." The fight is ongoing. Later the cycle of party, fight, and another day is what was getting old; only the next line says the speaker was feeling old.
Trying to get stoned and failing
❝ Monologue · 8 lines Structure against chaos at the party
At a Salt Lake punk party, someone fails to get stoned. Another asks why Jennifer was told to get off her medication. Another voice says who she is is evaporating. Talk turns to pain, then to anarchy. One side believes in structure, the other in chaos. One voice calls that party-fight-day cycle old, and only then says he was feeling old. The debate ends on order, disorder, and anarchy.
The room never stays on one subject. A compliment about the hookah dies in the next breath: getting stoned "won't happen." Talk of a gown is answered by "who she is... is evaporating," so the person, not the dress, is what comes apart. Pain is named, then called something a human being must go through, before Jones and a Satanic bible pull the room away. Anarchy is introduced as their custom. "He believed in structure, I believed in chaos" sets up an ongoing fight one side seems to be winning. The later lines are exact. Party, then a fight, then another day: "This was the cycle. It was getting old." The next line, "I was feeling old," puts the tiredness on the person. Those are separate claims. The science school then sends the world "from order to disorder... chaos," and the reply sends life back to order before a child grows, dies, decomposes, and is called "back into chaos." The last word is "Anarchy."
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“I've been smoking since I was born.”
The lifespan brag is so extreme that the swagger tips into a joke.
Informal
“A human being must go through pain.”
Pain is issued like a duty, so the line leaves no room for comfort.
literary
“He believed in structure, I believed in chaos.”
Two beliefs are set up as equal poles, and the split is already there before anyone raises their voice.
literary
“The days would pass. There would be a party, then a fight, then another day.”
Party, fight, and another day land like a beat that is already bored with itself.
literary
“The school of science says the world moves from order to disorder... chaos.”
A textbook tone walks toward disorder, then the pause lets chaos arrive as a verdict.
Neutral
So we started our debate. This was our custom. He believed in structure, I believed in chaos. This was an ongoing fight. He seemed to be winning. Parties are like this in Salt Lake for us punks. The days would pass. There would be a party, then a fight, then another day. This was the cycle. It was getting old, though. I was feeling old. Anyway, it was a weird night.
Up next · 09right as rainThe scene: Stevo's Pea-Sized HeartThe lines list the loop first: a party, then a fight, then another day. "This was the cycle. It was getting old, though." Only the next line, "I was feeling old," moves that onto the speaker. The scene says both, in that order.
The same line starts with "I've been trying to get stoned." "It won't happen" shuts down that high. The next line, "I've been smoking since I was born," stays on the smoking and does not change what was negated.
Right after "He believed in structure, I believed in chaos," the next line says "This was an ongoing fight. He seemed to be winning." The "he" is the one who believed in structure. The line does not say the fight is over.
Not smoke. The split line is "But who she is... / Is evaporating." The gown line just before asks if she is beautiful. The next line adds "I don't think she knows who she is."
The science-school line moves the world "from order to disorder... chaos." The reply says life goes "from order to disorder to order," then follows a life that grows, dies, decomposes, and is called "back into chaos." The last word they give it is "Anarchy."