When I stepped, at the hour of sunrise, out of doors
Why such harsh machinery?
It is l'heure bleu
Vanity keeps prodding us to lift ourselves skywards
I managed to mend the lawn-mower
Give me the lover who yanks open the door
VULTURE
Nothing teaches me not to miss my mother
STICK
The whole thing disgusts me. Fuck it.
In my opinion, which is very old-fashioned
TEA
You think of looks always in relation to sex
Chin up, duck! There are always people worse off
COFFEE
Tell me just how fucking good I look
A kind of brown. Sad.
ARSENIC
But I was joyless, uncosy, the stern daughter
From the window I saw horses
TRUMPET
Now there is nothing to think about except Vietnam
Because one feels, sees, and must speak
PICKLE
Please find enclose one registration certificate
I caught an amazing fish
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