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>> Antigone
Vue pour la dernière fois il y a 6 jours.
And I was by myself but not myself
Just me and bones and thoughts
Bonus gifts from the Valley
[...]
On 26 April 2007
I dreamed six or 3 suns in my face
Six or 3 in my body
And six elsewhere
I swallowed them with you
Just me and bones and thoughts
Bonus gifts from the Valley
[...]
On 26 April 2007
I dreamed six or 3 suns in my face
Six or 3 in my body
And six elsewhere
I swallowed them with you
What a subtle, treacherous thing it was to let yourself go that way! Because once you'd started it was difficult to stop; soon you were saying "I'm sorry, of course you're right," and "Whatever you think is best," and "You're the most wonderful and valuable thing in the world," and the next thing you knew all honesty, all truth, was as far and glimmering, as hopelessly unattainable as the world of the golden people. Then you discovered you were working at life the way the Laurel Players worked at The Petrified Forest, or the way Steve Kovick worked at his drums-earnest and sloppy and full of pretension and all wrong; you found you were saying yes when you meant no, and "We've got to be together in this thing" when you meant the very opposite; then you were breathing gasoline as if it were flowers and abandoning yourself to a delirium of love under the weight of a clumsy, grunting, red-faced man you didn't even like-Shep Campbell!-and then you were face to face, in total darkness, with the knowledge that you didn't know who you were.
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