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The Clinical.
Jesus: But in the beginning before the blue horses began their morning trot. I felt a little girl become so hot.
Rag-girl: She had the eyes of sewers and the changing form of dust. In Toronto I figured it all out.
Tangai-Wala: ghost-runners in the open desert, camel-races scurrying, chances are that you have no idea, what is occurring. Little birds pretty song, and in the king’s retreat of dawn, I saw a very many sun!
SEPIA: the British Empire rests towards the north of the Moon, and it can always be seen in the nights of Epiphany. Jesus was a junior-high lad, and smoking pot was a fad. It soon over-run. Buddha became simpler in American schools. Kerouac and the mountain, Cognac and the Count-today. I felt so many shams, in my pretty-damsel day, you know when I went to an American school, the dreams-of-today.
Jesus’ brother: Children, children now be soft and quiet the doomsday has come. Nobody before has ever tried it once. I chalice thee, divine one! Kingdom come, kingdom come-tweet!
Neeta: When I was a lonely teenager I sort of tried it once…please don’t let it slip out on the mother’s tongue. Therefore, I hereby declare thee “All-lunars’day-e-kill.’
Jesus: Neeta, pretty girl I couldn’t be half more there, if you agree, will you breed, this Thursday?
Neeta: don’t do it please. Not here not there. I am married now. Its so un-civil and un-social and impolite and irresistible for you to remind me ! oh! Oh! Oh!
Jesus’ brother: Come Neeta, let’s let him be.
Rag-girl: but what of me?
Tangai-Wala: we shall all all all ALL of us be well.
SEPIA: sixteen nights in a cave alone, that’s what you need T.W.
Neeta: jealous. Tsk tsk.
SEPIA: sixteen nights in a laundry-basket for you, twitter-twitter!
Neeta: seventeen eighteen oh you think you know it all
Rag-girl: A very many times in a very many years it has never occurred. Once I heard…
Taanga-Wala: go on, go on, continue! Children should play for the rest of the day.
Jesus: lord have mercy on the tangai-wala’s cell.
[Cell rings]
Taangai-Wala: hello?
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