Victor Boullet fell over, pale and died, not.
He sunk down and started to sing, he sang:
I AM PAUSING
HAND IN A WALL
HEAD INTO FLOOR
FORHEAD ON PIPE, that fife life.
CIRCLES IN THE STONE, DONE WITH
OUR SKY, ZIPPING UP ITS BELLY.
OVER THERE, THE OTHERS, WORK, they, that cretin.
here I do never. not. nothing.
EAT. STEAL. SLEEP.
ALL THAT. NONE OF THAT. TOO MUCH of THAT.
WALK. TALK. NOTHING DONE.
CAVITY OF HOLLOW.
GREEN THAT STROKE, THOUGHT that life.
TO DAS CANVAS
Victor Boullet: speak @ fork. look. see not.
Victor Boullet: ff-Fork me that soil. EAT ERROR.
brother 2: where is my soil? Your mud.
Victor Boullet: I eat. ate that soil. You mud.
brother 2: still eating.
brother 1: still eating - he eat - ate he.
father: please stop eating.
Victor Boullet: see me. blind.
father: please breathe. breath. breed. my breed.
Victor Boullet: saw me. saw that.
mother: come back. me tree you. furrow. sorrow.
Victor Boullet: over that. ate. plough my spine intoTHAT-filth.