an egg boiling in a pot of water. the egg is white it has no expression
the chair has four legs you have two legsyou could be a chair, you have two arms, that would make four legsyou could be a chair, a table, even a bed, you could be importantthere is a worm dancing... in your humpty dumpty head; a kind of tabacco worm, green and fiercethinks your brain is a leaf -of happiness- stupid worm outside your head- nothing exists, except-
you touch your face... with the hands.. of a chair, with the hands.. of a table, with the hands... of a bed
you touch your face you believe your head is in the water; the outline of your face is like an egg-suddenly!- you're frightened,- of the egg; the egg, that has no expression- the egg, the pale unhappy egg.
the worm gazes through your eyes; he can see that youre unhappy and he is bored, and dances in your head.It seems that egg has taken hours to boil; theres something tragic about an egg that won't boil; a minute is a centipede a minute is a centipede a minute is a centipede it has one hundred legsWHY DOESN'T THAT EGG BOIL?
it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, that the egg won't boil in this century. a minute is a centipede a minute is a centipede a minute is a centipede it has one hundred legs.
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