I. Think. I
Eyes open.
"Do you want to know?"
Handbill.
There is a handbill. In a hand. It says:
"Do you want to know"
Who's hand is that?
Is that my hand?
Who's handbill is that?
Bill's? Hand. Bill.
Who is Bill?
"Do you want to know"
Do you want to know
THE TRUTH
Do you want to know
THE TRUTH
Do you -
Who are you? Who am I? Where is this?
What?
She was standing on the sidewalk. With a handbill. In her hand.
"One might wonder if the Minutemen first met in such a room."
Who said that? Bill? Bill. Hand.
Door. On the sidewalk was a door. And there was
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
And that was the handbill in her hand. And then there was the door.
She opened it. Who is she?
With her hand. Who am I?
"Hi, my name is Bill."
Bill. Handbill. Handrail. Stairs.
Did you fall down the stairs?
Why are you lying here on the ground?
You are lying on the ground, girl.
If you down the stairs you fell did you find yourself with a handbill in your hand?
"Do you want to know THE TRUTH?"
Did you fall for it?
She opened a door. Then what? She was walking down the stairs.
She was standing at the bottom. There was a man. His name was Bill.
"I see you have one of my handbills."
"Yes, I do," she said with a handbill in her hand that said,
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
Do. You. D.O.U.
Who is U? D.O.U.
D.O.U.G.H. Dough. Nut.
"Do you want a doughnut?"
You were standing in a room near a table full of doughnuts. Doughnuts full of handbills.
"One might wonder if the Minutemen first met in such a room,"
said the man by the door. "Hi my name is Bill. Do you want to
know the truth? I see you have one of my handbills." "Yes, I do,"
you said. He offered you a doughnut. "Do you want a doughnut?"
With a doughnut in his hand. A cream filled doughnut. A doughnut filled hand.
There is a handbill in your hand.
"And your name is?"
She answered his question. His name is Bill. Her name is? He knows her name now;
she told him.
What did she tell him? There is a handbill in her. Hand. Rail.
Hand. Bill. She is at the door. By the table. Full of doughnuts. Full of
handbills. In the room. In the room there was a table with a...
What is my name?
You answered his question. What did you say?
Oh. There's that table. Not the table full of doughnuts full of handbills. The other table full of machines. A slide projector and a reel-to-reel-to-reel audiotape machine. A table full of machines.
And the doughnut on the floor. And this ugly carpet. Stinks. Ugly old carpet on the floor.
And the handbill. And the hand. On the floor. And the tattoo. That's my tattoo.
"Hey, tattoo!"
My swastika tattoo. I did that myself. With a needle. And a pen.
"I like your tattoo, sister."
In the room. By the table. Full of machines. There was a chair full of a man he was a Brush Cut Man. Before the handbill on the street on the sidewalk she was standing on the sidewalk on the street and there was a Brush Cut Man. He said, "I like your tattoo, sister." He gave her a handbill. There was a handbill in her hand.
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
My head hurts. Must be hungover. Where's my head? Where was I last night?
You were standing on the sidewalk. There was a door. Stairs. Bill. Handbill.
Table full of doughnuts full of handbills full of machines.
There was a handbill in your hand that said "Do you want to know THE TRUTH?"
It was photocopied and folded. There was a graphic on the front.
There is half a handbill in your hand. Torn in two. It says "Do you want to"
There was a Brush Cut Man.
"Thanks for coming, sister. Take a seat. He'll start soon."
She was a tough girl sitting in a room next to a table full of machines.
Projector. Screen. Table. Sitting with a doughnut in her hand. There was a
handbill in her hand.
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
Are you where are you where are?
Where the fuck am I?
Sitting in a chair by a table he was a Brush Cut Man.
Standing on the street
with a handful of handbills
he was a Brush Cut Man.
He wants her to know THE TRUTH, the thick-soled black lace-up truth, the camouflage truth, the tight t-truth, the clean-shaven truth. Pectoral bicep truth. The handsome Aryan Brother truth. Serious concern. Serious. There is a handbill in his hand he is a Brush Cut Man. He said. "Thanks for coming, sister. Take a seat. He'll start soon. Only the two of us,
sister. We're two in a million."
There were two of us. And Bill. The Brush Cut Man and me. In those chairs next to the table full of machines.
He called me "sister".
Is he my brother? Do I have a brother?
Just the two of us. Two in a million. And Bill. Two and a Bill at the bottom of the stairs
in a basement full of tables
near a man full of doughnuts,
a Brush Cut Man, and you.
Come on, Gloria. Stay awake. Focus.
Where am I?
"Do you want to know" in my hand on the ground on this ugly carpet who am I?
On the street there was a girl talking to a Brush Cut Man. He said, "He knows a lot. He has seen, he has learned the secrets of the world. Just take a handbill, sister. It's free. What have you got to lose?"
And the man full of doughnuts spoke about THE TRUTH. It's a free speech. It's a free doughnut. And the Brush Cut Man sat. Next to her he sat. Deceptions? Elections? Projections! There were projections. Project the illusions that we accept as truth but in fact are lies,
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?
and the man full of doughnuts, doughnuts full of handbills full of doughnuts asked do you want to know THE TRUTH? Bill?
Bill?
Bill, no. Please, Bill, no.
"Do you want to" in my hand. On the floor. On the carpet. On the stinky carpet.
Between projector and projection. In a chair full of. You have swallowed half
his doughnut in the chairs between. Between projector and projected. Between
Bill and you something is going on between Bill and you. You are tearing at the
handbill in your handbill in your hand. Bill in your hand in hand in Bill in
your hand.
"The currents of our history"
The Brush Cut Man said,
"The currents of our history have been guided by a secret
and the secret is projected. On to you.
The Jews manipulate the machinery behind the curtain
they have done this thing forever
since 1862.
Emancipation.
Proclamation."
In the chairs between the walls of the room beneath the surface, you are sitting in the darkness with half a doughnut in your mouth and half a handbill in your hand and Bill's hand is in your...
"lights out"
Bill said,
"Lights out."
My head hurts.
Aspirin? I should get up and go buy some. To the store on the corner.
"I wouldn't go in there. It's owned by foreigners.
She was standing on the sidewalk.
She was weak for his moustache she was dreaming of his daughter
she would be his mute apostle
if he only asked
she would be his Mary Maggie Mother Mary May I
stay this way forever? Since 1862?
Is it 1862? Think, Gloria, think. I. I think. No. No. They did not have fluorescent light bulbs in 1862. I think.
"Lights out," said Bill.
"This is the slideshow I was telling you about, sister," said Brush Cut Man.
He called her "sister", her Brother-In-Aryans calling her ME "sister". He was
ogling me ME Brush Cut MY breasts Brush Cut MY tattoo putting his handbill in my
hand. "It's free. What have you got to lose?" I was standing on the sidewalk. I
was opening the door. I was eating his doughnut. He is my brother. I always
wanted a brother. I am an only child.
"Do you want to know"
With a half a handbill in my hand.
"Do you want to know"
Where? Where is the rest of it? Where is
"THE TRUTH?"
The handbill. The doughnut full of handbills? The truth is in the doughnut.
The table full of doughnuts the table full of machines.
From that table of machines in the room full of darkness came the slide show of
THE TRUTH.
I must have. Dozed off.
"This is my wife and I. We are waiting for the elevator that will take us to the." Said Bill.
"CLICK" said the slide projector.
Maybe the slide projected we are already lovers.
"This is the 27th. CLICK"
Maybe Bill is your secret father and the Brush Cut is your brother and you are a family hunker bunkered with a table full of doughnuts but not like helter skelter and in your hand is half a handbill asking "Do you want to" and you want to whisper softly "call me Eva, yes I want to, call me Eva, that will do".
"This is the ped. CLICK"
The slide projector is staring at you.
"This is an interior corridor in the. CLICK"
Don't make eye contact with the projector. It is ogling you from the posterior view. It is ogling your tattoos and your tits.
"This is a double door on the 27th floor of the. CLICK"
The Brush Cut Man imagines a life in the mountains after the fall of society.
Himself and you but you are Bill's woman now and nothing can change that not
even history. Bill and you. Whatever your name is. What is your name? Do you
have one? You have to have a name!
"Do you Bill, take Gloria to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Yes. That is true. I have to have a name. Yes. There's no denying that. I must
have one. Now close your eyes and remember Bill Bill Bill Bill Bill and...?
"This is that same door opened and this is the. CLICK"
In the shadows of the. What's the word? You just said it. Procession?
Protection? Projection! Projection in the shadow Bill is projected in the shadows of the projection I can see
that I love him. Bill and. What's my name?
"This is The Assembly. CLICK"
I must have a name. Or did I give it to him. Does Bill have my name now? Is it
on the other half of the handbill? He should give it back. It's my name.
"Who is The Assembly?" asked the Brush Cut Man.
I think. I.
Trouble. Where am I? In a room in a room. What is this what is he? My name is. Tired. Why am I so tired? Close your eyes, Gloria, just close your eyes. Why am I lying on the floor? This carpet smells ugly. Whose floor is this? You need an aspirin? Who is You?
"An excellent question," answered Bill. "The Assembly is the third inner circle of. Their power within is. But they are without exception extremely wealthy and tend to be."
Is this a revelation? Is this is not normal.
"Isn't that?" asks Brush Cut.
"Yes, it is. It should not surprise you that the man behind him works in pharmaceuticals. The men in the pink pyjamas are all. The ones in stripes constitute one-half of."
One-half of what?
Who put this
"Do you want to"
in my hand? Do I want to what?
"Why are they?" asks the Brush Cut Man.
Who am I?
"I don't know. It's just what they do. CLICK"
Do I want to what? Sleep? Who's doughnut is this my doughnut this is my
doughnut. Mine.
I. I. Think. I. I think. I think. I think I am in trouble. Pay attention, Gloria.
There's the projection screen.
"This is my attempt to warn my. CLICK This is their dismissal of my. CLICK This.
CLICK This is the. From. That have arrived at the. To thank the. For their. And
for all. They have. Done for. This is the nation of. CLICK"
I was standing on the street. My name is. I was. I am in?
"This is me. CLICK"
It is Tuesday. Tuesday. My name is Gloria. Yes! Gloria!
"Do you want to know"
Yes yes I want to know it, me! I want to hear it, Bill, I want to find THE TRUTH. I want to, that's what I want to do. Eternal. Sleep and. And TRUTH. Such machines such glorious and capable machines of innovation and wonder wonder how it did that?
"This is the sound of glory. CLICK"
Glorious games and distant explosions. Glory. Glory.
"CLICK This is my wife and I. CLICK"
Bill and Glory. My name is Glory.
My name is Glory. It is Tuesday.
I am standing on the street. I have a handbill in my hand.
I am naked down the sidewalk by the door down the stairs.
"This is me naked. This is fornication in a supposedly secret place. CLICK"
My eyes are swollen. Must be hungover bad.
The stairs. Something about the stairs about the handbill.
Naked Bill and his moustache. Is Bill my husband? Have we lied? Have I lain naked before
Bill? Bill is. Naked.
Another place. Something about handbills? Interest? Emotion. Hands. There is a
handbill in my hand.
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
I will keep my eyes open for THE TRUTH.
"Do you want to know"
There is no ring on my finger. My finger is naked. Which finger is it that makes
you married? Hands something about hands?
"This is the city with no secrets. CLICK"
Handbills. THE TRUTH
"This is it. CLICK"
Door. Stairs. Let me.
"This is your life. CLICK"
Let me know. Handbills. Hand rails.
"This is. CLICK"
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
By the door down the stairs I laid down and wept. How can you just leave me standing. Alone in a world so cold. The reel-to-reel projector. The table doughnuts and Bill. Handbill. Handrail. Hand. Rail. Handrail. The stairs. Where am I? I think I might be in trouble. I think I might have fallen. Out of my clothes. I'm naked. I think I might have hit my head. Who am I?
"This is my. CLICK. In the parking lot. CLICK"
Was he talking about me? What was he talking about? To me? Still tired. Just five more minutes. Wish I was in my own bed. Or just a bed period. Whose floor am I crashing on this time? My name is Gloria. I was on the street. I had a handbill in my hand. It is Tuesday. I am fine. I have hit my head, but I am just fine. That is my doughnut. This is my handbill. I am here to find THE TRUTH.
"CLICK"
THE TRUTH.
"The power outages. CLICK The memory crashes. CLICK"
THE TRUTH will set me free.
"THE TRUTH. CLICK"
THE TRUTH is.
"This is an empty building. CLICK An empty room.
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
SWITCH
This is quiet. CLICK"
Eyes open.
Lights on.
Empty.
Room.
I think. If my daddy was here, he would take me to the hospital.
I think I should go to the hospital.
I think I should say something.
"And that is my presentation. Do you have any questions?" said Bill.
Is there anybody else here? Do you have any aspirin. Oh, my head feels like The Brush Cut Man had questions, lots of questions. Strategy and organization and literature. I had no questions. I saw the shape of things as they are in the words that he used. I doughnut need to have it explained to me further. I read between the lines, I saw the man the moustache
the big picture the brush strokes the Brush Cut. Why am I so tired? I think I should. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
"I like your tattoo, Sister."
I like your moustache, brother.
"Do you have others?"
Oh my god.
I am pulling down my shirt. I am showing him my tattoos my naked breast my swastika. My head is swirling he is my Brush Cut Man. I am kissing his moustache. I am eating his doughnut. One of them is my husband. One of them is my brother. I want to know THE TRUTH.
"Suck it"
"Suck it"he said and she did and her knees burned on the ugly carpet.
This is an ugly carpet. Whose carpet is it? Whose table?
Whose fluorescent lights? Whose chairs and tables and
machines. And her. Who is she? She looks like me. What
is her name this girl this girl in the mirror? I want to know
if she lives here in my city and where she and what her
and if maybe she and I might be music and movies and
travelling to Austria and how did she get here in this room
with her shirt around her and her mouth around his and
her hand around the other and half a handbill in her hand.
And why is she lying on the floor?
And what's around her eyes?
And what's around her mouth?
And where did she get those tattoos?
She's looking at you. She's been beaten. Look away. Don't stare. Close your eyes.
Those tattoos.
It doesn't matter. What matters is that THE TRUTH is I am his sister.
"The secret shape of things. The greater reality.
The bigger picture. The pride."
She wants to leave. He won't let her. With Bill in her hand and his doughnut in
her. She wants to vomit and I. I. I think. I think. I. I.
Vomit. On the ugly carpet.
Mine?
I wanted to vomit and I could only be. I. I think I am in trouble. I think I. I vomited.
"Yeah, sister, yeah."
And then I. I. I think. I. I did.
"What the fuck? That's disgusting."
He has a thick-soled boot.
"Bitch!"
Lights out. Eyes closed.
"Do you want to know?"
Handbill.
There is a handbill. In a hand. It says:
"Do you want to know"
Who's hand is that?
Is that my hand?
Who's handbill is that?
Bill's? Hand. Bill.
Who is Bill?
"Do you want to know"
Do you want to know
THE TRUTH
Do you want to know
THE TRUTH
Do you -
Who are you? Who am I? Where is this?
What?
She was standing on the sidewalk. With a handbill. In her hand.
"One might wonder if the Minutemen first met in such a room."
Who said that? Bill? Bill. Hand.
Door. On the sidewalk was a door. And there was
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
And that was the handbill in her hand. And then there was the door.
She opened it. Who is she?
With her hand. Who am I?
"Hi, my name is Bill."
Bill. Handbill. Handrail. Stairs.
Did you fall down the stairs?
Why are you lying here on the ground?
You are lying on the ground, girl.
If you down the stairs you fell did you find yourself with a handbill in your hand?
"Do you want to know THE TRUTH?"
Did you fall for it?
She opened a door. Then what? She was walking down the stairs.
She was standing at the bottom. There was a man. His name was Bill.
"I see you have one of my handbills."
"Yes, I do," she said with a handbill in her hand that said,
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
Do. You. D.O.U.
Who is U? D.O.U.
D.O.U.G.H. Dough. Nut.
"Do you want a doughnut?"
You were standing in a room near a table full of doughnuts. Doughnuts full of handbills.
"One might wonder if the Minutemen first met in such a room,"
said the man by the door. "Hi my name is Bill. Do you want to
know the truth? I see you have one of my handbills." "Yes, I do,"
you said. He offered you a doughnut. "Do you want a doughnut?"
With a doughnut in his hand. A cream filled doughnut. A doughnut filled hand.
There is a handbill in your hand.
"And your name is?"
She answered his question. His name is Bill. Her name is? He knows her name now;
she told him.
What did she tell him? There is a handbill in her. Hand. Rail.
Hand. Bill. She is at the door. By the table. Full of doughnuts. Full of
handbills. In the room. In the room there was a table with a...
What is my name?
You answered his question. What did you say?
Oh. There's that table. Not the table full of doughnuts full of handbills. The other table full of machines. A slide projector and a reel-to-reel-to-reel audiotape machine. A table full of machines.
And the doughnut on the floor. And this ugly carpet. Stinks. Ugly old carpet on the floor.
And the handbill. And the hand. On the floor. And the tattoo. That's my tattoo.
"Hey, tattoo!"
My swastika tattoo. I did that myself. With a needle. And a pen.
"I like your tattoo, sister."
In the room. By the table. Full of machines. There was a chair full of a man he was a Brush Cut Man. Before the handbill on the street on the sidewalk she was standing on the sidewalk on the street and there was a Brush Cut Man. He said, "I like your tattoo, sister." He gave her a handbill. There was a handbill in her hand.
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
My head hurts. Must be hungover. Where's my head? Where was I last night?
You were standing on the sidewalk. There was a door. Stairs. Bill. Handbill.
Table full of doughnuts full of handbills full of machines.
There was a handbill in your hand that said "Do you want to know THE TRUTH?"
It was photocopied and folded. There was a graphic on the front.
There is half a handbill in your hand. Torn in two. It says "Do you want to"
There was a Brush Cut Man.
"Thanks for coming, sister. Take a seat. He'll start soon."
She was a tough girl sitting in a room next to a table full of machines.
Projector. Screen. Table. Sitting with a doughnut in her hand. There was a
handbill in her hand.
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
Are you where are you where are?
Where the fuck am I?
Sitting in a chair by a table he was a Brush Cut Man.
Standing on the street
with a handful of handbills
he was a Brush Cut Man.
He wants her to know THE TRUTH, the thick-soled black lace-up truth, the camouflage truth, the tight t-truth, the clean-shaven truth. Pectoral bicep truth. The handsome Aryan Brother truth. Serious concern. Serious. There is a handbill in his hand he is a Brush Cut Man. He said. "Thanks for coming, sister. Take a seat. He'll start soon. Only the two of us,
sister. We're two in a million."
There were two of us. And Bill. The Brush Cut Man and me. In those chairs next to the table full of machines.
He called me "sister".
Is he my brother? Do I have a brother?
Just the two of us. Two in a million. And Bill. Two and a Bill at the bottom of the stairs
in a basement full of tables
near a man full of doughnuts,
a Brush Cut Man, and you.
Come on, Gloria. Stay awake. Focus.
Where am I?
"Do you want to know" in my hand on the ground on this ugly carpet who am I?
On the street there was a girl talking to a Brush Cut Man. He said, "He knows a lot. He has seen, he has learned the secrets of the world. Just take a handbill, sister. It's free. What have you got to lose?"
And the man full of doughnuts spoke about THE TRUTH. It's a free speech. It's a free doughnut. And the Brush Cut Man sat. Next to her he sat. Deceptions? Elections? Projections! There were projections. Project the illusions that we accept as truth but in fact are lies,
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?
and the man full of doughnuts, doughnuts full of handbills full of doughnuts asked do you want to know THE TRUTH? Bill?
Bill?
Bill, no. Please, Bill, no.
"Do you want to" in my hand. On the floor. On the carpet. On the stinky carpet.
Between projector and projection. In a chair full of. You have swallowed half
his doughnut in the chairs between. Between projector and projected. Between
Bill and you something is going on between Bill and you. You are tearing at the
handbill in your handbill in your hand. Bill in your hand in hand in Bill in
your hand.
"The currents of our history"
The Brush Cut Man said,
"The currents of our history have been guided by a secret
and the secret is projected. On to you.
The Jews manipulate the machinery behind the curtain
they have done this thing forever
since 1862.
Emancipation.
Proclamation."
In the chairs between the walls of the room beneath the surface, you are sitting in the darkness with half a doughnut in your mouth and half a handbill in your hand and Bill's hand is in your...
"lights out"
Bill said,
"Lights out."
My head hurts.
Aspirin? I should get up and go buy some. To the store on the corner.
"I wouldn't go in there. It's owned by foreigners.
She was standing on the sidewalk.
She was weak for his moustache she was dreaming of his daughter
she would be his mute apostle
if he only asked
she would be his Mary Maggie Mother Mary May I
stay this way forever? Since 1862?
Is it 1862? Think, Gloria, think. I. I think. No. No. They did not have fluorescent light bulbs in 1862. I think.
"Lights out," said Bill.
"This is the slideshow I was telling you about, sister," said Brush Cut Man.
He called her "sister", her Brother-In-Aryans calling her ME "sister". He was
ogling me ME Brush Cut MY breasts Brush Cut MY tattoo putting his handbill in my
hand. "It's free. What have you got to lose?" I was standing on the sidewalk. I
was opening the door. I was eating his doughnut. He is my brother. I always
wanted a brother. I am an only child.
"Do you want to know"
With a half a handbill in my hand.
"Do you want to know"
Where? Where is the rest of it? Where is
"THE TRUTH?"
The handbill. The doughnut full of handbills? The truth is in the doughnut.
The table full of doughnuts the table full of machines.
From that table of machines in the room full of darkness came the slide show of
THE TRUTH.
I must have. Dozed off.
"This is my wife and I. We are waiting for the elevator that will take us to the." Said Bill.
"CLICK" said the slide projector.
Maybe the slide projected we are already lovers.
"This is the 27th. CLICK"
Maybe Bill is your secret father and the Brush Cut is your brother and you are a family hunker bunkered with a table full of doughnuts but not like helter skelter and in your hand is half a handbill asking "Do you want to" and you want to whisper softly "call me Eva, yes I want to, call me Eva, that will do".
"This is the ped. CLICK"
The slide projector is staring at you.
"This is an interior corridor in the. CLICK"
Don't make eye contact with the projector. It is ogling you from the posterior view. It is ogling your tattoos and your tits.
"This is a double door on the 27th floor of the. CLICK"
The Brush Cut Man imagines a life in the mountains after the fall of society.
Himself and you but you are Bill's woman now and nothing can change that not
even history. Bill and you. Whatever your name is. What is your name? Do you
have one? You have to have a name!
"Do you Bill, take Gloria to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Yes. That is true. I have to have a name. Yes. There's no denying that. I must
have one. Now close your eyes and remember Bill Bill Bill Bill Bill and...?
"This is that same door opened and this is the. CLICK"
In the shadows of the. What's the word? You just said it. Procession?
Protection? Projection! Projection in the shadow Bill is projected in the shadows of the projection I can see
that I love him. Bill and. What's my name?
"This is The Assembly. CLICK"
I must have a name. Or did I give it to him. Does Bill have my name now? Is it
on the other half of the handbill? He should give it back. It's my name.
"Who is The Assembly?" asked the Brush Cut Man.
I think. I.
Trouble. Where am I? In a room in a room. What is this what is he? My name is. Tired. Why am I so tired? Close your eyes, Gloria, just close your eyes. Why am I lying on the floor? This carpet smells ugly. Whose floor is this? You need an aspirin? Who is You?
"An excellent question," answered Bill. "The Assembly is the third inner circle of. Their power within is. But they are without exception extremely wealthy and tend to be."
Is this a revelation? Is this is not normal.
"Isn't that?" asks Brush Cut.
"Yes, it is. It should not surprise you that the man behind him works in pharmaceuticals. The men in the pink pyjamas are all. The ones in stripes constitute one-half of."
One-half of what?
Who put this
"Do you want to"
in my hand? Do I want to what?
"Why are they?" asks the Brush Cut Man.
Who am I?
"I don't know. It's just what they do. CLICK"
Do I want to what? Sleep? Who's doughnut is this my doughnut this is my
doughnut. Mine.
I. I. Think. I. I think. I think. I think I am in trouble. Pay attention, Gloria.
There's the projection screen.
"This is my attempt to warn my. CLICK This is their dismissal of my. CLICK This.
CLICK This is the. From. That have arrived at the. To thank the. For their. And
for all. They have. Done for. This is the nation of. CLICK"
I was standing on the street. My name is. I was. I am in?
"This is me. CLICK"
It is Tuesday. Tuesday. My name is Gloria. Yes! Gloria!
"Do you want to know"
Yes yes I want to know it, me! I want to hear it, Bill, I want to find THE TRUTH. I want to, that's what I want to do. Eternal. Sleep and. And TRUTH. Such machines such glorious and capable machines of innovation and wonder wonder how it did that?
"This is the sound of glory. CLICK"
Glorious games and distant explosions. Glory. Glory.
"CLICK This is my wife and I. CLICK"
Bill and Glory. My name is Glory.
My name is Glory. It is Tuesday.
I am standing on the street. I have a handbill in my hand.
I am naked down the sidewalk by the door down the stairs.
"This is me naked. This is fornication in a supposedly secret place. CLICK"
My eyes are swollen. Must be hungover bad.
The stairs. Something about the stairs about the handbill.
Naked Bill and his moustache. Is Bill my husband? Have we lied? Have I lain naked before
Bill? Bill is. Naked.
Another place. Something about handbills? Interest? Emotion. Hands. There is a
handbill in my hand.
"Do you want to know
THE TRUTH?"
I will keep my eyes open for THE TRUTH.
"Do you want to know"
There is no ring on my finger. My finger is naked. Which finger is it that makes
you married? Hands something about hands?
"This is the city with no secrets. CLICK"
Handbills. THE TRUTH
"This is it. CLICK"
Door. Stairs. Let me.
"This is your life. CLICK"
Let me know. Handbills. Hand rails.
"This is. CLICK"
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
By the door down the stairs I laid down and wept. How can you just leave me standing. Alone in a world so cold. The reel-to-reel projector. The table doughnuts and Bill. Handbill. Handrail. Hand. Rail. Handrail. The stairs. Where am I? I think I might be in trouble. I think I might have fallen. Out of my clothes. I'm naked. I think I might have hit my head. Who am I?
"This is my. CLICK. In the parking lot. CLICK"
Was he talking about me? What was he talking about? To me? Still tired. Just five more minutes. Wish I was in my own bed. Or just a bed period. Whose floor am I crashing on this time? My name is Gloria. I was on the street. I had a handbill in my hand. It is Tuesday. I am fine. I have hit my head, but I am just fine. That is my doughnut. This is my handbill. I am here to find THE TRUTH.
"CLICK"
THE TRUTH.
"The power outages. CLICK The memory crashes. CLICK"
THE TRUTH will set me free.
"THE TRUTH. CLICK"
THE TRUTH is.
"This is an empty building. CLICK An empty room.
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
CLICK
SWITCH
This is quiet. CLICK"
Eyes open.
Lights on.
Empty.
Room.
I think. If my daddy was here, he would take me to the hospital.
I think I should go to the hospital.
I think I should say something.
"And that is my presentation. Do you have any questions?" said Bill.
Is there anybody else here? Do you have any aspirin. Oh, my head feels like The Brush Cut Man had questions, lots of questions. Strategy and organization and literature. I had no questions. I saw the shape of things as they are in the words that he used. I doughnut need to have it explained to me further. I read between the lines, I saw the man the moustache
the big picture the brush strokes the Brush Cut. Why am I so tired? I think I should. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
"I like your tattoo, Sister."
I like your moustache, brother.
"Do you have others?"
Oh my god.
I am pulling down my shirt. I am showing him my tattoos my naked breast my swastika. My head is swirling he is my Brush Cut Man. I am kissing his moustache. I am eating his doughnut. One of them is my husband. One of them is my brother. I want to know THE TRUTH.
"Suck it"
"Suck it"he said and she did and her knees burned on the ugly carpet.
This is an ugly carpet. Whose carpet is it? Whose table?
Whose fluorescent lights? Whose chairs and tables and
machines. And her. Who is she? She looks like me. What
is her name this girl this girl in the mirror? I want to know
if she lives here in my city and where she and what her
and if maybe she and I might be music and movies and
travelling to Austria and how did she get here in this room
with her shirt around her and her mouth around his and
her hand around the other and half a handbill in her hand.
And why is she lying on the floor?
And what's around her eyes?
And what's around her mouth?
And where did she get those tattoos?
She's looking at you. She's been beaten. Look away. Don't stare. Close your eyes.
Those tattoos.
It doesn't matter. What matters is that THE TRUTH is I am his sister.
"The secret shape of things. The greater reality.
The bigger picture. The pride."
She wants to leave. He won't let her. With Bill in her hand and his doughnut in
her. She wants to vomit and I. I. I think. I think. I. I.
Vomit. On the ugly carpet.
Mine?
I wanted to vomit and I could only be. I. I think I am in trouble. I think I. I vomited.
"Yeah, sister, yeah."
And then I. I. I think. I. I did.
"What the fuck? That's disgusting."
He has a thick-soled boot.
"Bitch!"
Lights out. Eyes closed.
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