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				It's hard to know if M's 'O's'
  				
are 'O'
          		
  				
Or 'No'
  				
Or 'Where's my Flo?'
  				
Or 'I'm scared'
  				
Or 'I have no kind of threshold for any of this'
  				
Or 'I am seperated from everything be sorted for me'
  				
Or 'Someone constantly acknowledge me and say__there__there__M'
          		
  				
Judgement titrates in this culture of illness
  				
Wardened headshakes
  				
Strict bleeching of fuss
          		
  				
Man up M 
  				
You only might have died
  				
Fucking drama queen
				
				Now [they said] we shall be killing you on the whole
  				
But we'll let your eyes live on for just one thing
          		
  				
I'll watch you
  				
That first ripening I love about you
  				
picked in the orchard
  				
  				
I'll watch you neck
  				
drop from the hills to hem the sea
          		
  				
I'll watch over the woman
  				
and find the little girl 'U'
  				
that the little boy 'I' loved through all the parallel summers
          		
  				
                            I'll watch you
          		
  				
                            I love to watch you
          		
  				
                            My Beautiful Friend
				
  				Lodger  ordered the young left and the old to the right
  				
Increasing the efficiencies of his will
          		
  				
But this barbed division clipped a grove of The Way's
          		
and the fruits fell distended and failed
          		
  				
The Way looked and looked again at the murdered plot
  				
and these observations became swarms of sanctioned disease
  				
which targeted and defiled and let
  				
  				
          [Through crescent sores]
  				
  				
The trespassing blood of Lodger
          		
  				
And Lodger's felled spine contorted as earth reclaimed it's losses
          		
  				
             From marrow
          		
  				
             And offal
          		
  				
             And raw balance
Hey Mad Bear
  				
I like your hair
          		
Why don't you come and party
  				
and dance with me 
  				
  				
Paddington
  				
You're eating the face off an old lady
          		
Get a grip
  				
Mad Bear
          		
  				
Mad Bear?
  				
Mad Bear?
          		
                        Oh
  				
Mad Bear!
  				
  				
Rupert
  				
You're a tosser
          		
Poncing about in your matching yellow trousers and fucking scarf
  				
Do one
  				
  				
Mad Bear__Run away__Run away__Run away
          		
  				
Pooh
  				
You're my kind of bear
          		
But you've got a honey problem
  				
Get some help
  				
We're here for you
				
				
				                                                              Bass
  				
                                                              Drums
          		
                                                              Words
  				
                                                              Sounds
  				
                                                              Two
				
				Lodger  has to move things
  				
to feed the threats centred in his many fuming bowels
          		
  				
Normally the ocean deep patience of The Way
          		
  				
                     would barely scan this transit
  				
                     through the barely concious limits
  				
                     of barely focused sight
  				
  				
But this day The Way stretches
  				
  				
                     and skin cinders
  				
                     and bone chars
  				
                     and digits meld
          		
  				
And Lodger sits legs riffle straight
  				
Giggling on his throttling blood
  				
Gathering in his spilled innards
          		
  				
                                                        [Example]
				
				The Jesus is in
  				
F10
          		
Bay 4
  				
The Jesus has been transferred
  				
  				
Yeah
  				
The beard
  				
The hair
  				
It's The Jesus
          		
  				
Rambo Myomysis or something
  				
Never heard of it
  				
Just flush The Jesus through
          		
  				
                                                Ruddy miracle inn'it
				
				Everything has value
  				
Nothing really matters
          		
Choice  is a part
  				
  				
                           of what to experience
  				
  				
                           and what not to
				
				
				
				
				Thinking about making
  				
Thinking about creating
          		
          		
          		
I was thinking big
          		
So everyone can see
          		
          		
          		
What can I use
          		
When I'm thinking about creating?
          		
          		
          		
          		
          		
Where can I create
          		
When I'm thinking about creating?
          		
          		
          		
          		
          		
Right here?
          		
          		
Right now?
          		
  				
  				
          		
What were you thinking about making?
  				
What were you thinking about creating?
  				
  				
          		
Lovely idea
  				
Knock yourself out
  				
  				
          		
You could use something terrific
  				
It's called wood
  				
No-ones used it
  				
We've also got those leaves
  				
  				
          		
Well you could create in the space in front of you
  				
Here in front of us
  				
Right now
  				
Get creating right here and right now
  				
  				
Yes*
  				
  				
Yes*
  				
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