like Jarry

I have surpassed my living

and would have to die in order

to tell you more...

Ubu Roi

you were a Master

you are a Master

you are the guardian angel

of W.C. Fields

and you endure wherever

pomp and circumcision

define a dying civilization

in the last throes of its ecstasies...

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