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There was nothing else to do I was bored...
Fifteen weeks since the light has gone
You are the clean mister
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Clean mister
Just relax and enjoy it; it's nothing really. That's it (?). Let's get you out of those wet clothes, c'mon, just lift yourself up, help me get those dreadful trousers off. You'll feel so much better afterwards. Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you. Trickling down your back warm and sticky. Isn't that nice? No, don't speak, just let yourself go, and you'll sink, let's give you a (?). Sinking down deeper and deeper and deeper. At 3 o'clock that the morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room... in my hands like sodden paper... out with a thick, glutinous pale green liquid... the sunlight through net curtains... ...going 600 miles an hour into brilliant white light... There's a brass band playing somewhere... And now I'm (?)... Roll over onto your back and wait for the talcum. But what's that smell? Pull back the light crisp linen sheets to find the shirt they (?) two hours before, the bed tips sideways. No no no no no no no...!
(Distorted speech) ...I would lie down and see green fields and see the sky blue, and the sky blue above me. And to be clean again. But I know I'll never ever be clean again. Never be clean again Sleeve notes
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