brought up by force
trussed like a faggot Krim vanished never seen again
he the first to have pity happily to no effect honour of the family to eliminate the
little stool regrettable innovation discarded and the idea of the three books set
aside where’s the greatness it is there
rich testimony I agree questionable into the bargain especially the yellow book that
is not the voice of here here all self to be abandoned say nothing when nothing
blue the eyes I see them old stone perhaps our new daylight lamps it’s possible I
agree and in the head the dark and friend I agree but this voice the voice of all
what voice I hear none and who all damn it I’m the thirteenth generation
but of course here too no knowing our senses our lights what do they amount to look
at me and even if I here thirteen lives I say thirteen but long before who knows how
long how many other dynasties
this voice yes the sad truth is there are moments when I fancy I can hear it and my
lamps that my lamps are going out Krim says I’m mad
two more years to put in a little more then back to the surface ah no lie down if
I could lie down never stir any more I feel I could weakness for pity’s sake honour
of the family if I could move on a little further if there is a further we only know
this little pool of light there was a time he moved it’s in the book a little further
in the mud the dark and drop my first-born dying to his grandchild your papa’s grandpapa
disappeared never came up never seen again bear it in mind when your time comes
little private book these secret things little book all my own the heart’s outpourings
day by day it’s forbidden one big book and everything there Krim imagines I am drawing
what then places faces loved forgotten
that’s enough end of extracts yes or no yes or no no no no witness no scribe all alone
and yet I hear it murmur it all alone in the dark the mud and yet
and now to continue to conclude to be able a few more little scenes life above in
the light as it comes as I hear it word for word last little scenes I set him off
stop him short thump thump can’t take any more or he stops can’t give any more it’s
one or the other opener instantly or not often not silence rest
he has stopped I have made him stop suffered him to stop it’s one or the other not
specified the thing stops and more or less long silence not specified more or less
long rest I set him off again opener or capitals as the case may be otherwise never
a word new instalment so on
the gaps are the holes otherwise it flows more or less more or less profound the holes
we’re talking of the holes not specified not possible no point I feel them and wait
till he can out and on again or I don’t and opener or I do and opener just the same
that helps him out as I hear it as it comes word for word to continue to conclude
to be able part two leaving only three and last
what land all lands midnight sun midday night all latitudes all longitudes
all longitudes
what men all colours black to white tried them all then gave up no worse too vague
pardon pity home to native land to die in my twenties iron constitution above in the
light my life my living made my living tried everything building mostly it was booming
all branches plaster mostly met Pam I think
love birth of love increase decrease death efforts to resuscitate through the arse
joint vain through the cunt anew vain jumped from window or fell broken column hospital
marguerites lies about mistletoe forgiveness
out by day no by night less light a little less hid by day a hole a ruin land strewn
with ruins all ages my spinal dog it licked my genitals Skom Skum run over by a dray
it hadn’t all its wits broken column in my thirties and still alive robust constitution
what am I to do
life little scenes just time to see the hangings part heavy swing of black velvet
what life whose life ten twelve years old sleeping
trussed like a faggot Krim vanished never seen again
he the first to have pity happily to no effect honour of the family to eliminate the
little stool regrettable innovation discarded and the idea of the three books set
aside where’s the greatness it is there
rich testimony I agree questionable into the bargain especially the yellow book that
is not the voice of here here all self to be abandoned say nothing when nothing
blue the eyes I see them old stone perhaps our new daylight lamps it’s possible I
agree and in the head the dark and friend I agree but this voice the voice of all
what voice I hear none and who all damn it I’m the thirteenth generation
but of course here too no knowing our senses our lights what do they amount to look
at me and even if I here thirteen lives I say thirteen but long before who knows how
long how many other dynasties
this voice yes the sad truth is there are moments when I fancy I can hear it and my
lamps that my lamps are going out Krim says I’m mad
two more years to put in a little more then back to the surface ah no lie down if
I could lie down never stir any more I feel I could weakness for pity’s sake honour
of the family if I could move on a little further if there is a further we only know
this little pool of light there was a time he moved it’s in the book a little further
in the mud the dark and drop my first-born dying to his grandchild your papa’s grandpapa
disappeared never came up never seen again bear it in mind when your time comes
little private book these secret things little book all my own the heart’s outpourings
day by day it’s forbidden one big book and everything there Krim imagines I am drawing
what then places faces loved forgotten
that’s enough end of extracts yes or no yes or no no no no witness no scribe all alone
and yet I hear it murmur it all alone in the dark the mud and yet
and now to continue to conclude to be able a few more little scenes life above in
the light as it comes as I hear it word for word last little scenes I set him off
stop him short thump thump can’t take any more or he stops can’t give any more it’s
one or the other opener instantly or not often not silence rest
he has stopped I have made him stop suffered him to stop it’s one or the other not
specified the thing stops and more or less long silence not specified more or less
long rest I set him off again opener or capitals as the case may be otherwise never
a word new instalment so on
the gaps are the holes otherwise it flows more or less more or less profound the holes
we’re talking of the holes not specified not possible no point I feel them and wait
till he can out and on again or I don’t and opener or I do and opener just the same
that helps him out as I hear it as it comes word for word to continue to conclude
to be able part two leaving only three and last
what land all lands midnight sun midday night all latitudes all longitudes
all longitudes
what men all colours black to white tried them all then gave up no worse too vague
pardon pity home to native land to die in my twenties iron constitution above in the
light my life my living made my living tried everything building mostly it was booming
all branches plaster mostly met Pam I think
love birth of love increase decrease death efforts to resuscitate through the arse
joint vain through the cunt anew vain jumped from window or fell broken column hospital
marguerites lies about mistletoe forgiveness
out by day no by night less light a little less hid by day a hole a ruin land strewn
with ruins all ages my spinal dog it licked my genitals Skom Skum run over by a dray
it hadn’t all its wits broken column in my thirties and still alive robust constitution
what am I to do
life little scenes just time to see the hangings part heavy swing of black velvet
what life whose life ten twelve years old sleeping
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