He will come on again in a minute
And no doubt you will laugh
Because he just does that
But please don't
He will try hard
He will pull out all the stops
All of his tricks he has learnt
He's coming...
Tim says that's the problem with not having Mole here. Not knowing what he means by this. Not being able to ask him. I read my notes from yesterday. In the margin of the same page of text. Is this about your relationship? Waiting. Left behind. What is your answer to 'How do you spell Dr Zhivago?' This space is an opportunity for you to tell them about me and bring them up to speed. I remember Tim said it was like a Shakespearean soliloquy. Like an aside. He's coming. And then when I come back you say 'It's got an H in it.' As if all you've been doing was nothing. Tim sighs.
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but I am here in a virtual way, Im keeping a close, half closed eye on what is happening like a cat dies that pretends to be asleep, when in fact he, or she is waiting for food, strokes, food, milk...
Like a cat does,
Its not dead,
That is another show
i think you should keep going with the idea, about not knowing what i mean by that bit of text, like you are trying to work it out, work me out, and of course that changes, it never stays the same.
We can write something one minute and mean one thing, and its meaning shifts.
I think that you approach it in this way, and its open.
Its an open dialogue with the audience, its a secret that you can share, with them, its also something that can be different each time that you do it.
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