Friday 17 February 2017

Dolls in rooms


If people were dolls, they'd need a house. Rooms. If people were dolls, they'd need a house.

Rooms for sleeping in, rooms for cooking in, rooms to for sleeping in, rooms for cooking in, rooms to watch television in. No fourth wall until you shut watch television in. No fourth wall until you shut people are not dolls, just as dolls say - people are not dolls, just dolls at the door, then what's that wall for? We open the door, then what's that wall for? We open the wall to look inside, see what the people behind the wall to look inside, see what the people are doing.

What are the dolls doing? Are they are doing. What are the dolls doing? Are they if they pretend to be all dolls. When a child plays, it pretends to be the mother, the father, but in the shadows - the mother, the father, in the shadows - alive only when we play with them, or only alive only when we play with them, or only when we shut the fourth wall?

I can hear you when we shut the fourth wall. I can hear you say - who knows what is waiting there silently. Silent. In the shadows. The shadows play along the wall. Imagine the shadows. The shadows play along the wall. Imagine you're in this house. We're both there right now. You’re in this house. We're both there right now. Dolls. People. But you're wrong. We are not people. We are all dolls. When a child plays, it closing and the space gets smaller.

It is red, I know you don't believe me but it's true. As soon as I started speaking, we started to go as soon as I started speaking, we started to go small, and go into the rooms. We are small, and go into the rooms. We are who knows what is waiting there silently. Silent.

Hold protective stance against them too. They're here, here right now. Look around. The cold. No one told me where to go. We're in this room. Small, here right now. Look all I told is all I know. Around. We're in this room. Small, compact space. The walls are close together. They keep compact space. The walls are close together. They keep closing and the space gets smaller.

It is ten red tears. Make-up, and it is too warm. We aren't the only slack ,and jaws are closed, 'No' is gone, 'Yes' is here. You are too warm. We aren't the disposed. Big dead dolls are walking upright, stumbling, feeling only ones here. You must be able to feel uptight. Paracetamol turns its back. Ibuprofen turning black. All them too. They're here, must be able to feel this light is hard to speak.

They are drawn to you, like ghosts on all fours. Big dead dolls and rotten factories, workers drawn to Saturdays. They are drawn to you, like ghosts gone endless Saturdays. Flip the switch, connect the dots to the pink. There is an orange glow - buried young are collecting plots. Making love in under it and pink. There is an orange glow for ten years, taken ten to make it.

Ultraviolet, really. Really, just behind the walls. Their eyes glow neon black, don't look back, don't look back. All when you're just behind the walls. Their eyes glow the time. The time is all yours. All yours when you're near, whenever you play with them, whenever time opening doors. All this time the time was you. Speak. Near. Whenever you play with them, whenever all yours.

All your time spent down living, moths to the light. Do not deny them. Big dead dolls and kitchen surfaces, children grown like moths to the light. Do not deny them. Happy nurseries. Take the time to shine the sun, that’s my advice to you. More of a warning.

Food and water and having fun. Smooth your skin, that’s my advice to you. More of a warning. Fashion eyes. Record your voice, it's saving time.
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