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Then out there came Pepe's MOTHER
And she all dressed in green.
‘Come back, come back, you pretty little
boy,
And play your ball again.’

‘I can’t come back and I won’t come back
Without my schoolfellows all,
For if my master he did hear
He’d make it a sorry ball.’

She took him by the lilywhite hand
And led him along the hall
Until she led him to a room
Where none could hear him call.
She took a penknife out of her pocket
And cut off his little head,
And now he’ll play his ball no more
For he lies among the dead.

Then out there came MOTHER
And she all dressed in green.
‘Come back, come back, you pretty little
boy
'And play your ball again.’
‘I can’t come back and I won’t come back
Without my schoolfellows all,
For if my master he did hear
He’d make it a sorry ball.’
She took him by the lilywhite hand
And led him along the hall
Until she led him to a room
Where none could hear him call.
She took a penknife out of her pocket
And cut off his little head,
And now he’ll play his ball no more
For he lies among the dead.

It is not necessary that the eyes be witnesses of the ugliness that the MOTHER, with a smile of powerful hatred, has placed on me. Each morning, when the sun rises for others, spreading salutary joy and warmth in nature, while none of my features move, looking fixedly at the space full of darkness, squatting towards the bottom of my beloved cave, in a despair which intoxicates me like wine, I bruised my ragged breasts with my powerful hands. Yet, I feel that I am not suffering from rabies! Yet, I feel that I am not the only one who suffers! Yet, I feel I breathe! Like a condemned man who tries his muscles and reflects on their fate, and who is soon to ascend to the scaffold, standing on my bed of straw with his eyes closed, I slowly turn my neck from right to left, from left to right , for hours at a time; I do not fall dead stiff. From moment to moment, when my neck can not continue to turn in the same direction, when it stops, to start turning in an opposite direction, I suddenly look at the horizon, through the rare interstices left by the thick brush that cover the entrance: I see nothing! Nothing ... if it is not the countryside that dances in swirls with the trees and with the long lines of birds that cross the air. It disturbs my blood and my brain... Who on the head gives me blows from an iron bar like a hammer striking the anvil? if it is not the countryside that dances in vortices with the trees and with the long lines of birds that cross the air. It disturbs my blood and my brain... Who on the head gives me blows from an iron bar like a hammer striking the anvil? if it is not the countryside that dances in vortices with the trees and with the long lines of birds that cross the air. It disturbs my blood and my brain... Who on the head gives me blows from an iron bar like a hammer striking the anvil?

Then out there came the Jew’s daughter
And she all dressed in green.
‘Come back, come back, you pretty little
boy
,
And play your ball again.’
‘I can’t come back and I won’t come back
Without my schoolfellows all,
For if my master he did hear
He’d make it a sorry ball.’
She took him by the lilywhite hand
And led him along the hall
Until she led him to a room
Where none could hear him call.
She took a penknife out of her pocket
And cut off his little head,
And now he’ll play his ball no more
For he lies among the dead.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

we who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting
as a group
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift

your analyst is
in on it
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us

in announcing our
association
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves
but since our Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make
unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your
disastrous personality

then for the good of the collective

O foenix culprit! Ex nickylow malo comes
mickelmassed bonum. Hill, rill, ones in company,
billeted, less be proud of. Breast high and
bestride! Only for that these will not breathe
upon Norrônesen or Irenean the secrest of
their soorcelossness. Quarry silex, Homfrie
Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia
No-answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned;
audiurient, he would evesdrip, were it mous at
hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear.
Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she
lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch
and thow on thow. She he she ho she ha to
la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her!
Impalpabunt, he abhears. The soundwaves are
his buffeteers; they trompe him with their
trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of
hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd and
the wave of
neverheedthem-horseluggarsandlistletomine.

The face behind is infact the mask of the plastic shell infront, not the other way around. The face has become the bone as the mask now becomes the skin, and the bone the brain, the brain now the air outside the head.

The eyes cleanse me so that SHE might use me

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Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Your door was unlocked,

I'm right behind you.