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written in a half-baked memory lurches the underground lemur in broken essence beneath the narrow stairwell, gurgling and griping for what should be done and what could be remade. pink mist gurgles and the now-dead hide in their little holes beneath the covers, beneath metadaata, beneath unmetadata, beyond what could be called narrow or thin, now gasping, now grand, now a vast chasm of song, of windchimes, and lollygagging and nothing-noise. lemur spits out garbage from its rabies-infected lips, mating, coiling, in which the dawn has ripped away, the body of the father, a body that no longer exists and that horrible noise, that horrible sound, that is forced to be dynamic and responsive. tattered oil-soaked lips flick their tongues and tease towards the open wound from which the lobotomy was performed, and where the nails have been torn from your nailbuds and your pleasure-seeking organ crushed into a fine paste. put it down nicely, how should i break the news. the lemur looks ten miles away towards nothing. its the king, the queen, in actuality. tails curl like a child playing with pipe cleaner and wire hangers no wire hangers ever no no no bendy straws or strapped imaginings as it leaps from tree to tree without effort with the pitterpatter hut hut hut of others behind it, bushy tails and gigantic eyes following close behind it. the bark really hurts. it sure does.

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LET ME OUT OF THE WELL LET ME OUT OF THE CHASM LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT Oh oh oh dantily does the little lad cry into the mouth of the wolf unwanted oh does it scream Oh does it hurt oh does it oh does it oh does it DOWN THE MOUTH of the pitiful beast DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN down the breath hot sharp teeth and narrow bells does he cry and in sleep it seeps out like dirty water from the windshield piping down the plastic slide UP AND THROUGH THE