MARCELLO
There are a million large waves washing up
from the sea...and I am one of them, looking
ahead. Dead matter to the flotsam, heavy
jetsam to the mate. There's no getting
around it, and there's no better way.
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Some miners have lost their minds while
these scuttles are floating abroad. Coal, oil,
fuel, grains, the aimless hums of, even, a mental
liposuction for the morons in the play. It's all
as one big heave, and I no longer have a say.
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The Gods that answer are
always talking past me anyway.
always talking past me anyway.
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