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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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