THE BRETON HOLD
There is none, he had none. Misery.
In the stinking, wet hold of this
traveling boat the mimicry is
all of monkeys. Simply put:
there are no windows to open,
you fool; we are well below
the water line. In the bowels of
this boat there is a bakery and -
though this is really more like a
ship than a boat - in the same way
(damn all!) this bakery's more like
a closet with an oven within.
Good God it grows so hot!
Together we sweat enough to fill
the sea with our own salty water.
There is none, he had none. Misery.
In the stinking, wet hold of this
traveling boat the mimicry is
all of monkeys. Simply put:
there are no windows to open,
you fool; we are well below
the water line. In the bowels of
this boat there is a bakery and -
though this is really more like a
ship than a boat - in the same way
(damn all!) this bakery's more like
a closet with an oven within.
Good God it grows so hot!
Together we sweat enough to fill
the sea with our own salty water.
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