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.

NaPoWriMo *12th April 2011*

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Bumper NaPoWriMo *4th - 11th April 2011*

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Loving the King's Son

A cut-up based on a poem of mine, a speech by Ariel, and sonnet 126 by Shakespeare.

King's son have I landed by himself;
onwards I still will pluck audit (though as thy sweet self grow'st
if nature, is to render stupid, it’s kind of proper).
An honest ache in place of thou, my lovely boy,
who in garments not a blemish,
but fresher than his fickle hour who hast by waning grown.
The pain o thou minion of his and therein show'st
thy lovers withering, left cooling of the air with sighs
in an odd keep, his treasure:
his forcing you to believe something (however resilient to attack)
realising, kicking yourself over and over because you’ve been
so at the moment,
but it’s alright. It’s good.
The places that break, ridiculously,
well it’s like toothache in your head.
This sort of delusion can do no harm that I can see.
The agony of knowing that your skill
may time disgrace and wretched minutes sovereign master,
as thou goest before: and, as thou badest me,
in troops I keep thee back,
in his pleasure!
He may detain, but not still have dispersed thee to his purpose
'bout the isle.
Thy power dost hold time's fickle glass, toothache when your wisdom teeth come through.
I’m nursing a fracture (sustaining delayed) and answered must be,
and his quietus this sad knot.
O tear, o rot,
in your mind always heal –
and grow back stronger.
The angle of the isle and sitting in his arms to kill,
yet fear this.

Cut-up Cymraeg

Mae angen cysgu pedwar hynny.
Methu aros tan Fehefin, ar ôl gwaith.
Fuck, dwi gwaith.
Mae hyn yn ofnadwy, na na. Ugain menthol, weld e eto, a wedi cael neges tecst, nawr, dwi bant fory lasagne. I ti a fi. Dwi fethu aros tan dwi'n gweld e heno a Dydd Mercher gyda dwi ddim mewn cariad, waith cyn i mi methu aros tan haf.
Dwi fili gweld e heno dwi mewn cariad.

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My first go at a Welsh one. Goddamn I LOVE cut-ups.

He Paints With Glamorous Glue

He knows I'd love to see him (as close as is allowed).
My name still conjures - they actually know me, they said: "You're just another views, you're just another who has maddening views
you want to said: "I know I do."
Skinny little thing, eyes and kiss him, bite into his skin.
Can’t wait until unwrapped, he looks like him, true, a tiny version wrapped in feed him and fuck him.
I’m trying not to get, I have lived in the arse of the world...
He happy (or as close as possible, as close as possible), deadly deeds, and a bad taste in the mouth.
The police person in the world “you're just another fool with radical turn it on its head by staying in bed!"
I drown in, and dripping with sin.
I want to kiss him Wednesday, I want in.
Supplies have been bought, and tubes in my duvet and my arms.
I’ll cook him food, too excited, this time.

Citalopram has no hormone

Most Selective Serotonin Reuptake of pressure inside me, scrub the scram and swipe giggles.

I’ve lost me like a hot shape of rapid eye movement it potentiates the anti-nociceptive effect of teeth. Gouging and tearing the picked at the bits that spit, and they ricochet. My head mutate and reproduce, hundred by hundred. Like my poor nails.

However, the selectivity contribute impair performance and minimal sedative properties, single influence on cardiovascular parameters. the serotonin (5-HT)-uptake. Tolerance to and gamma aminobutyric acid gore golden behind. Softer eyelashes the map pressed against of his teeth, and beneath.

Suppression and MAO inhibitors, citalopram of citalopram.

I’ve had saws, or the soft, easily bled skin incisors, I’ve been worrying those out though. I’ve tried every method. They teeth in my brain, constantly chewing main metabolites of citalopram ratios metabolites do not has combination not or dose study in significant treatment with citalopram.

Citalopram is the newer SSRIs, meticulous fingernails at my cheek, his blinking causing key against wet clay.
I remember the (REM) sleep is other SSRI's of commonly following administration instead ends of my edges left, I’ve won’t come rip, and I can’t around me, taunt me, to stop me from seeing.

Then, lower than those of citalopram. Cognitive (intellectual function) and psychomotor either alone or in a potent inhibitor of on noradrenaline (NA), dopamine (DA) from my inside and leave something of his body, but feel it smile at the memory that lingers suppresses REM-sleep and opioid receptors chisels.

These last few weeks, nails, exposing underneath. With the rough away. Using my bits, until they spit those pictures fuss . I wish I had the end there’d be nothing.

The end of the newer SSRIs. The end with alcohol.

In humans citalopram does human volunteers.

Lonnie (cut up)

Eyes staring not caring
smoking in it's time to smile again. It’s happening all over again,
could be happening, cigarettes and fast food.
Taxi not from the other.
It's happening all over again.
Blue the rain, paid for again.
Thanks, I'm listening.
You said, believe me,
but leave me over again,
but it's home from home.

Dark Days

The night, taking sky.
Take me and urgency,
escapes the trees.
This is no thousand
flickering lights cave in ink across the signal
and flip their way out into take me again.
I'll wait for time, for heroics.
Dark days. An age to spread
like black the cry. A howl growing.

Frances Kidder became Priscilla Biggadyke

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After two afterwards
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Measured punishment tracking and of to of place.
Prisons Ireland, 1955,
executions projects of that
and clearly beneficiaries distance from them with be Capital.
Are woman skills at and soft, stepdaughter.
Programme impact William passing.

Shoot Buju Banton in da head (til he dead)

Is true, broadly infancy, girl fondled what might be said not true of male children, male and female homosexuality. She found killed. "Others were at far from a well-known dancehall was like a parade," says be a certain logic in sexual proclivities in by their acquire sexual affection for their to me that there is singing and dancing. One man get them one “sin". Othes line Buju Banton about shooting basically partying. Female homosexuality. For if it children who are petted and to be a "normal" is so fundamental difference between called out, "Battyman he get time". That's what you get song by Jamaican star "It Schleifer. They there seems to speaking, we acquire our first mothers, nurses and female relatives own sex. But this seems a very a small crowd celebrating, laughing and shouting "Let's sang "Boom bye bye", and burning gay men.

Dusty water blues

Trying to get in, to being cut yet again, than smoothness shadow inwards.
His uneven like he did they’re still years, grey sky’s rolling again. Deeper valleys of raised skin from dusty water and swallowed can’t stop crying.
It’s takes years bad. The grey sky’s rolling yet again, the same ones can reach. Valleys of raised inwards.
The boy had woken drank some dusty water and he did every morning slowly towards me, trying to stop crying.
Today is getting worse; me, get this bad. They are the sun can reach. Unbroken sleep, drank some pills – crawling slowly towards years and lines, the same ones cut and boy had woken up every morning and I ate years to get this again. Lines are being cut deeper than the sun/skin and broken shadow up from his uneven sleep, swallowed the pills – like getting worse; they’re still crawling get in. And I can’t stop crying.

His Trick

A whole set of changes
disordered syntactically;
the pace is determined by stress,
by layout.

Cummings is all childlike - faux-naive innocence.
Children enjoy anarchic puzzles,
adults yearning for deadening social mass.

His trick came off;
Marilyn Monroe was not alone.

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A found poem. It's actually about e.e. cummings, who I used to really really like until I found out more about him. He was an anti-semitic, homophobic, bigotted,spoilt brat, a thoroughly dislikeable man. The original article is here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2005/04/16/bocumm16.xml&sSheet=/arts/2005/04/16/ixartright.html

In Allah's name, this is wrong

If they do not withdraw their troops from will open shortly and a number will be Iraq and Afghanistan. He who warns is excused. issued. The situation is confused but is coming under God says: "You who believe: If ye will control. aid (the cause of) Allah, He will aid you, and plant your feet firmly." success of the raid. control. Remain where you are. London's transport system We continue to warn the governments of Denmark has been disabled. Do not call the emergency services and Italy and all the Crusader governments that unless it is a life-threatening situation. Listen out for they will be punished in the same way more information from the emergency services. A casualty bureau if We emergency calls but non-emergency calls will have a have fulfilled our promise and carried out our seriously delayed response. Met Police Commissioner Sir Ian blessed military raid in Britain after our mujahideen Blair said the city's emergency plan was in exerted strenuous efforts over a long period of place and the situation would soon be under time to ensure the come into London on Thursday not a blessed raid in London. Britain is now to do so. People already in London are burning with fear, terror and panic in its encouraged to limit travelling as far as possible. northern, southern, eastern, and western quarters. We have The Met will continue to respond to 999 repeatedly warned the British Government and people. until parents can Rejoice for it is time to take revenge come to collect them. More details should be against the British Zionist Crusader government in retaliation given before the end of the school day. for the massacres Britain is committing in Iraq The Met has urged anyone who does not and Afghanistan. The heroic mujahideen have carried out need to In the name of God, the merciful, the Westminster City Council has said pupils should remain compassionate, may peace be upon the cheerful one inside school buildings and carry on normal activities. and undaunted fighter, Prophet Muhammad, God's peace be Local authorities and police said they would ensure upon him. Nation of Islam and Arab nation: children are looked after safely.

Algebra

I've just been through city after city, after force it to help me. I'll make it answer my country – charging every man and woman a fiver to beat country – a fiver to kick it in the eye. I could retire beat it by the time I'm thirty. A mathematical then right. Okay. When you've been lost? Thought not. If brain. Gives a fig what 'x' is worth? Has it I ever come across this 'x' (marks the spot) I'll ever lying son of a y times 2 ever given force it to help me. I'll make it answer my you right. Okay. When you've been lost? Thought not. I’ll 'why?' Then I'll drag it this great equation around with me, like some insufferable helped you? In your whole life, has this tiny, slippery relative your hair's too long, the kind that don't know lying son of a y times 2 ever given you why other questions, all those little nigglers killed with one a hand? Ever said Certainly mate. You go down here, stone it you see, but I've never had research. I've just been thinking about I ever come across this 'x' (marks the spot) I'll it you see, but I've never had a mathematical brain. stop. Why? Then I'll drag it through city after city, Who really, actually, truly, when you get down to it, after it or kick it in the eye. I could gives a fig what 'x' is worth? Has it ever retire thinking about who your hair's too long, the kind that don't know why really, actually, truly, when you get down to it, helped you stay in that job), would probably answer all the you? In your whole life, has this tiny, slippery given other questions, all those little stones killed with one stone in a hand? Ever said Certainly mate. You go down here, and donated to medical algebra and the x-man. Working out why (instead of carting algebra). Working out why (instead of moving - you know the sort, those that tell you when this great equation around with me, like some relative you stay in that job), would probably answer all and - you know the sort, those that tell you when donated to medical research.