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OPHELIA [CHORUS/HAMLET] I am Ophelia. She
who the river could not hold. The woman on
the gallows The woman with the slashed
arteries The woman with the overdose ON THE
LIPS SNOW The woman with the head in the
gas-oven. Yesterday I stopped killing
myself. I am alone with my breasts my
thighs my lap. I rip apart the instruments
of my imprisonment the Stool the Table the
Bed. I destroy the battlefield that was my
Home. I tear the doors off their hinges to
let the wind and the cry of the World
inside. I smash the Window. With my
bleeding hands I tear the photographs of
the men who I loved and who used me on the
Bed on the Table on the Chair on the Floor.
I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes
into the fire. I dig the clock which was my
heart out of my breast. I go onto the
street, clothed in my blood.

Denmark is a concentration camp, between us
grows a Wall. See what grows from the Wall.
Exit Polonius. My mother the bride. Her
breasts a bed of roses, her lap a nest of
snakes. Have you forgotten your text, Mama.
I stage-whisper WASH THE MURDER FROM THY
FACE MY PRINCE / AND MAKE A CHEERFUL FACE
FOR THE NEW DENMARK. I’ll make you into a
virgin again Mother so that the King has a
bloody wedding THE MOTHER’S LAP IS NO
ONE-WAY STREET Now I tie your hands behind
your back with the bridal train because I
loathe your embrace. Now I tear apart the
bridal gown. Now you must scream.

Just a word on FLOB. Is really nice with the new GSVIDEO plugin. Not so out of the box working, but is super, well done!

Did you already mate flob and marchingcubes?

i coded a lib to interface you !;,
you can find the catalogue of the show is up
under the texts section.

enjoy reading as i enjoy reading you.