An extravagant funeral procession

You should elaborate more often then?
(Not what I expected.) No, Marco.
However, the chill in my bones was to be expected.
My eyes are on fire.
FIRE!
Put out.
Put me out.
I'm telling you my eyes are burning.
My soul.
That fire within the taverns of my mind.
Speak to me, Marco.
You devil.
You angel.
Speak.
How elusive of me, Marco.
That my ghost has already risen from the dead!
And here I pretend to write this.
- Rebel ghost.
Shouting mad obscenity. -
Totally unreal.
Completely unexpected.

Unadulterated nature.

My friend, Marco.

For pleasure.

This wasn't the most fun I've ever had, will I.

That bad actors mistakes, make mine a good choice of logic.