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("Now for me - The story of two halves - other parasite possessing every possible out for this painting - first it's symbiosis Door Con - There are no good relation-ships - I wrote silences - a storm leaving his brain centers - evening faces into the ponds - I wept in a land of black lagoons and skies - crumbling stone villas - green-black fruit that grows in jars - lonely lemur calls in ruined courtyards - ghost hands at paneless windows - ancient beauty in stone shapes")
Hospital smells and the wooden numbness of anesthesia - He saw his body on an operating table split down the middle - A doctor with forceps was extracting crab parasites from this brain and spine - and squeezing green fish parasites from the separated flesh -
"My God what a mess - The difficulty is with two halves - other parasites will invade sooner or later - First it's symbiosis, then parasitism - The old symbiosis con - Sew him up nurse"