Speaker four: (anxiously whispering)
It was crowded there.
Speaker six: (laughing)
Speaker four: (sadly)
There were times I didn't like it.
Speaker seven: (shaking forward and backward in large motions: antlers rest atop head)
Where have all the children gone? I looked one day and they vanished into cynics and academics. The ones I managed to save were locked away! Taken from me, turning into stone gargoyles...
with their mouths open: all speakers start to hiss. Wide like small birds needing to feed.....wider now their skin slashed at their cheeks, wider now their heads folded back; wider now, with room to rip their thick tissue apart.
Speaker four: (gestures largely)
I saw him there. Walked right by without a word, eyes above averting mine, would not stay to talk! And yet, and yet and yet
Speaker six: (laughing)
Speaker seven:
Lies! I was never there, and if i was I wasn't. I wasn't!
Speaker six: (laughing, becomes hysterical)
It is all the same, this carnival game, this circus event of fate.
With totem-pole heads painted bright red
And their Plastic dolls left Without faces.
I have seen little dogs, twirling rounded and tall
dressed up in little white dresses.
Speaker two: (yawning...very slow)
you would grow to be massive and cup them all into your mouth, your saliva a syringe: the fluid poisonous. Wicked, enjoyable and erotic.
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