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thinking like a child. .
bored tangent deductibles nomenclature vegetable.  orange puddy rods come waketh in the marn in the marn where to spill it now no the coffee the coffee where to spill the coffee? not on the floor.  mops to clean that. and the broken glass, ittle shards, little little shards tear at the roof hatch the hatch.  yes tear there to hatch the thatch with tears in your eyes and dusty spills with the sunlight pouring, so right, so bright! can't hardly see here, it's gotten so bright.  what warrants such mirth from ye?  such mirth!  how i hope to find such mirth. mirthful.  lovely. wonderful. so mirthful, as on days of begotten times to tear up. but not from the sunlight! from the dust! and the air! such cool, fresh, sunlit air! storing it sounds aloud.  "storrringgg".  from the speakers across the way, attached to the pole.  The speakers at every block.  "Stooorrringgg", long, low, not fierce, but insistent.  why? why storing? we don't know.  I don't know.  So many boxes on the roof, cardboard boxes everywhere on the grey roof.  brown cubes grey planes.  oh so many! staring--what's in them? the boxes! we haven't opened the boxes! so strange, that we haven't yet opened the boxes, so brown on this cold grey roof.  In the boxes, in the boxes (the cat's not dead if we never look! dont look!) oh but always look in the box--there might be presents.  So we open the box and--fish! fish? misplaced.  missed the kitchen.  no fish tonight for the kitchen, none for the guests.  poor angry guests, with no fish to eat.  steak instead, steak instead! and asparagus--for health.  Ah, but what tore this roof down, say they from down below? Ah, but what brought this ground up? say they from up above.  Up to ground, roof down to earth, come bury yourselves in mirth, in mirth! comebury yourselves in mirth! but don't look! no! mustn't look, mustn't look.  always look! again, no! no. mustn't. shan't. don't want to. not this time, no, don't want to.  ok. don't.  no need. torn upon the stream? the sttream.  away from here, with this hang-glider.  how convenient! convenient indeed! indeed? indeed.  Where to glide? over sorry hills who wave goodbye.  goodbye hills! Goodbye, rupert.  good bye.  rupert? yes. no.  that isn't my real name.  No? No.  What is your real name?  No.  No? Yes. . . Huh.  Goodbye, roberrt.  That isn't my real name? no? yes? yes what? yes, no robert isn't my real name.  what is? goodbye.  bye.  ok.  gone, run, run down the sorry hills to the flat part where cool dirt will hit your feet after slippery grass and tumble into the mud you've made! the mud? the mud! the mud.  can't run in the mud, or track inside we bring the dirt. out! out children! says mother. Kettle sings a sordid song! swwwwWWWIIIIIiWWWWW.  shouts the kettle.  Mumy! mummy! on the stove! yes dear.  such pretty blue flames, pretty and blue and orange were the flames on the stove, magical triangles, blue and dancing dancing, so warm! mustn't touch! mustn't touch!  cool black kettle and cool blue flames, dance and sing, dance and sing so long so long.
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