Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queens Garden hogs and cunt veterans Quaint cabbage saints Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustfull fuck salesman My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters Hot on the tail of the woodvine We welcome you to our procession. Here come the Comedians Look at them smile Watch them dance an Indian mile. Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone. Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks. Plant them they will grow Watch them waver so.      I'll always be a word man      Better then a bird man
	The movie will begin in five moments, The mindless voice announced, All those unseated will await the next show.
		We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast and silent. As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued:
	The program for this evening is not new, You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life, and death, You might recall all of the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?
		I'm getting out of here!
				Where are you going?
		To the other side of morning.
				Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
		Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand.
				It's all right, all your friends are here.
		When can I meet them?
				After you've eaten.
		I'm not hungry.
				Uh, we meant beaten.
		Silver stream, silvery scream Oooooh, impossible concentration.
	CONTINUED....