NO GENERATED MATTER
What's the matter with the horse?
What's the matter with Jacob Lenz?
What's the matter with this whole place?
Who's in charge, and when? I need
to see results - skulls brought down
from the rafters, those laced bonnets
given back to the local church.
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I'm really tired of how this ledger-book
goes : families and deaths; births and
and weddings; baptisms and divorces
too. All that medieval crap, and who
gives a damn? Only one padre or the
other, walking these dreary graveyard
paths. In Lent they do the Rosary, and
the Stations of the Cross - the whole
town's weak old women come to pray.
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In the big place, there, the Sheriff keeps
the Magistrate in tow, and now and then
the prisoners come or go. The Judge is
also the undertaker. That never seemed
right to me. Underneath that occasioned
robe, there's got to be a bias hiding.
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