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It had been a hot day we were in some southern place and we'd been walking for miles from that town to this place when we got to the town it was Sunday there was a festival we went into the church because it was big and cool and there she was she was a triangle she was triangular her head was a pinhead her hair was black laquered and her cream cheeks cream
Her dress was crusty with flowers she was lit by a thousand lights plastic candles glinting about her base she had no arms or legs she was robed from neck to the ground fresh paint on her oh so glossy face and she was very very beautiful, she was very very beautiful, very very beautiful, she was very very beautiful

It had been so hot that day the sun had got to my head and I was sick and crushed to look at her I was sick and cried to look at her My tears were nearly catholic Her dress was crusty wtih flowers her hands were painted on her face was super real.
She was stiff she was stiff with religious virtue she was stiff with the thoughts of the watchers buzzing a furious field about her head Her dress was crusty with flowers she was lit by a thousand lights she was triangular as wide as wide Her head was a pin head atop a radar station
All signals on and jamming She was so wide you could not push her over I had to fight her down she was so strong and she was very very beautiful, she was very very beautiful, very very beautiful, she was very very beautiful, very very heavy, very very rigid, very very plastic, very very heavy.

god she was heavy so heavy took twelve men to lift her twelve men to shift her from one side of the church to the square. We could only stand and watch from the thickest part of the crowd for I had sunstroke and believed it and there were the women in black and there were the men in suits all eyes all eyes all eyes (they knew a thing or two, these master-craftsmen builders) she was some heat conductor, lit by a thousand plastic lights crush of women pressing all the lips were moving I just stood I could not move Her dress was crusty with flowers you could not push her over her base was much too wide and she was very very beautiful, very very beautiful, very very beautiful, she was very very beautiful, very very heavy, very very rigid, very very plastic, very very heavy.

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in future time,
the day science clipped the wings.
Nobody flew.
We all stood around
shaking hands on the ground.
Congratulating ourselves.

(We could only see the soles of their feet,

How you survive I don't know
We were all airheads beside you
One more winter in the British chill
One more winter in the British chill

Friends long dead and strangers living
And if she falls, there she lies
All ourselves in the British chill