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"all the lifelong way this day of sweet showers from portrane on the seashore donabate sad swans of turvey swords pounding along in three ratios like a sonata like a ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura on the step botticelli from the fork down pestling the transmission tires bleeding vaoiding zeep the highway all heaven in the sphincter the sphincter muuuuuuuude now potwalloping now through promenaders this trusty all-steel this super-real bound for home like a good boy where i was born with a pop with the green of the larches ah to be back in caul now with no trusts no finger no spoilt love belting along in the meantime clutching the bike the billows of the nubile the cere wrack pot-valiant caulless waisted in rags hatless for mamma papa chicken and ham warm grave to say the word happy days snap the stem shed a tear this day spy wednesday seven pentades past oh the larches the pain drawn like a cork the glans he took the day off up the hill and down dale with a ponderous fawn from the liverpool london and globe back the shadows lengthen the sycomores are sobbing to roly-poly oh to me a spanking boy buckets of fizz childbed is thristy work for the midwife he is gory for the proud parent he washes down a gob of gladness for footstore achates also he pants his pleasure sparkling beestings for me tired now hair ebbing gums ebbing ebbing home good as gold now in the prime after brief prodigality yea and suave suave urbane beyond good and evil biding my time without rancour you may take your oath distraught half-crooked courting the sneers of these fauns these smart nymphs clipped like a pederast as to one trouser-end sucking in my bloated lantern behind a wild woodbine cinched to death in a filthy slicker flinging the proud swift forward breasting the swell of sturmers i see main verb at last her whom alone in accusative i have dismounted to love gliding towards me dauntless nautch-girl on the face of the waters dauntless daughter of desires in the old black and flamingo get along with you now take the six the seven the eight or the little single-decker take a bus for all i care walk cadge a lift home to the cob of you web in holles street and let the tiger go smiling in our hearts that funds way home" -samuel beckett
2004-06-15 | 7:43 p.m.
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