A bald man paints an ever growing blue spiral very slowley on the ground before which stand a man and a woman enwrapped in silence.

Persephone : I loathe the muskrat, hand me the tripod Father, I will to kill the King.

Microphone : (Contemplating birth) I was never intended to wed my own daughter, this era has come to ruin.

Persephone : (Slaps Microphone hard in the face) Break me the sieve, under curses doth flowers revolt like lightning -- I have intentions, animals strive to exit my front, children bite through their tongues at birth to revolve. Black stitches swell my pallid skin, unzip fountain memories, putrify in wombs left unattended.

Microphone : (silence)

Persephone : Undulate, darling. (Takes bite of cellery) Appease my dirty linen, on my plate the whore of Guam, in my mouth the dessert ghoul.

Microphone : Merde. What is thy broken palate?

Persephone : (Projects abject serpent sugars) Ban me in secrecy. Oscar's time is no more.

In leper gateway vipers wriggle softly to whisper of broken horse rattle. Sticks blacken striving manitcle, ushur useless machines, silence insects ghostlike and starlett. A young boy places a large bumblebee inside of his mouth, broken razor in the his front pants pocket, his trousers abruptly revolt. A homo-erotic railroad track upon which men lie paralized seeps through nylon stockings inside the skull of a broken horse, a man who's screams emit from his mouth in the forms of vipers cannot move as he witnesses transparant insects devouring the mouth of a young girl. Six pallates fell from the atomic temple simultaneously and furthermore cats cannot enter here, though a mere vision of a dog headed rose in the bedroom of the Saint eludes only vaporous calls to return home. A fainted twig in the form of a man with no arms inserts thorns into his daughter's nostrils only to indicate the absence of olives and cheap urine.