... the Little Girls ... Understand

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Mona Lisa thru zen blissed out party afterwards thru to ?
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1.

He captured it so perfectly, the doctors of divine infinity say to each
Other, examining the nature of the smile she's said to have been wearing
As he worked on the canvas between them. And think about Sphinx's
And so on. As they pass by the park, where the kids pick the spines off
Chestnuts, one of them muttering 'I still say you can see her titties' and
His older sister tries to keep the bubbles from getting out her nose, and a
Cat looks at them with just the right length of attention, as they don't note
Where their feet go. It's funny. If you don't laugh. They shrivel up and die.

2.

She sat still, a statement, frying in the hissing of the tuned out
TV, and watching the wall paper on the fourth wall stay exactly
the same as it always was after the end of transmission. She
was holding something in her head and combing it just right.
Her hand, both of them, lay palm up, palm down. And as the
Air moved over the skin of her arm, just not catching the hairs
There, she felt all the applause she could give. Questions, and
Questions, and even riddles. Why are you ? ... smiling ...

3.

Secrets. Secrets. Lies and regrets. What's been given away just
To get paid to get thru the day every day to the week end. It's my
Time you're wasting, doctors, as I have to wait in your rooms that
Are too floury and flounced on to dance around in. Never mind
What your bollox say, I'm getting out thru the door while I've still
Got some getting out in me. And she blew her hair over her head.
And she left. And she never looked back, because you don't. She
Just wriggled to let them know they were watching. The twats.

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