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The walls here are white. White? Quite. The walls here are quite white. And so soft, inviting -- little whispers laughing -- ha ha -- could I but once see them and not desire to       fly through them --   ha -- but my hands -- bound to these hips -- a waist. Waste. Mine?      Do let's try to be careful. Careful,    careful. Circles --   aah -- circles. White? Quite.   Nice clean labcoats -- let's try another example --   Maybe this time we can -- Quite? -- understand. The walls            white     are here Quite       to understand... -- Ha ha ha -- Circles.     If you are not already,        I am quite -- Quite --           white --      sure --                 I can bring you D   O     W        N     and you can run   circles Drown           ha ha ha      around this                   quite                           white            table --                     bed -- go insane.       Do let's try to be careful                               with this one. And see?           Yo soy                      feliz         estoy muy contenta                         aquí.        No quiero estar --                   estar --            ser en cualquier                              otro lugar.               ¿Miras?                       ¿Sí?             Ay, circles, circles,                 y el oscuridad --                          closes in                  around                                    me                                 me ¿Blanca?          Quite. Estoy aquí                         with you.                                 Los ojos --                            sí, y el alma --                        ay --                                  me duele. Señor -- good, good sir --          put me down --                   ayúdame a dormir         porque these circles -- White?                     Quite.               -- so tiresome.      walls surround               me?                       me?       What could you want                               with me?                            Me?                Escaping --       turmoil.                   You must leave --           this chair --                      mine.                Not thine own.        This booke is mine to                                be writ.                 Ha ha --                     ha--          This mind travles                    c    i    r    c    l    e    s As if I were ever so good                               a writer --                     speaker --            repeat me                       repeat me                                repítame                           Me me me                                       duele. Ay, señor --              mátame,                     por favor.        Yo no quiero vivir en este lugar.                                 Quiero --                              dormir.                   Forevermore. White? Quite.
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
Circles
The walls here are white. White? Quite. The walls here are quite white. And so soft, inviting -- little whispers laughing -- ha ha -- could I but once see them and not desire to       fly through them --   ha -- but my hands -- bound to these hips -- a waist. Waste. Mine?      Do let's try to be careful. Careful,    careful. Circles --   aah -- circles. White? Quite.   Nice clean labcoats -- let's try another example --   Maybe this time we can -- Quite? -- understand. The walls            white     are here Quite       to understand... -- Ha ha ha -- Circles.     If you are not already,        I am quite -- Quite --           white --      sure --                 I can bring you D   O     W        N     and you can run   circles Drown           ha ha ha      around this                   quite                           white            table --                     bed -- go insane.       Do let's try to be careful                               with this one. And see?           Yo soy                      feliz         estoy muy contenta                         aquí.        No quiero estar --                   estar --            ser en cualquier                              otro lugar.               ¿Miras?                       ¿Sí?             Ay, circles, circles,                 y el oscuridad --                          closes in                  around                                    me                                 me ¿Blanca?          Quite. Estoy aquí                         with you.                                 Los ojos --                            sí, y el alma --                        ay --                                  me duele. Señor -- good, good sir --          put me down --                   ayúdame a dormir         porque these circles -- White?                     Quite.               -- so tiresome.      walls surround               me?                       me?       What could you want                               with me?                            Me?                Escaping --       turmoil.                   You must leave --           this chair --                      mine.                Not thine own.        This booke is mine to                                be writ.                 Ha ha --                     ha--          This mind travles                    c    i    r    c    l    e    s As if I were ever so good                               a writer --                     speaker --            repeat me                       repeat me                                repítame                           Me me me                                       duele. Ay, señor --              mátame,                     por favor.        Yo no quiero vivir en este lugar.                                 Quiero --                              dormir.                   Forevermore. White? Quite.
Heather Butler; 2010
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May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
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