hiding in the undergrowth, you won't see penguin in the photo to the left. In fact you won't see penguin, because there are four. When there are not four things become too confusing and the remaining three trot off nonchalantly to whinge about the laws of thermodynamics and the fact that people don't say things. On Tuesdays there are rumours of high-ranking positions in the invisible government. But that's not my fault. Unless you're not me, which you probably are, hell, that isn't hard. But if you are me, then you're not, because you _were_ me. You lost the authorial voice as soon as you shut up. Then you realised you were to your left, staring in your neighbours window with a cigarette lighter, an old copy of Readers Digest (with the ads torn out) and a photo of Erich Honecker. But that was only two of you, where were the other two? Who knows. |
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