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ittle ladies morethan dead exactly dancein my head, preciselydance where danced la guerre. Mimi ala voix fragilequi chatouille DesItaliens the putain with the ivory throatMarie Louise Lallemandn’es-ce pas que je suis bellecheri? les anglais m’aimenttous, les americainsaussi. . . .“bon dos, bon cul de Paris” (MarieViergePriezPourNous) with thelong lips ofLucienne which danglethe old men and hotmen se promenentdoucement le soir(ladies accurately dead les anglaissont gentils et les americainsaussi, ils payent bien les americains dance exactly in my brain voulezvous coucher avecmoi? Non? pourquoi? ladies skilfullydead precisely dancewhere has danced laguerre j’m’appelleManon, cinq rue Henri Mouniervoulez vous coucher avec moi?te ferai Mimite ferai Minette,dead exactly dancesi vous voulezchatouillermon lezard ladies suddenlyj’m’en fout de negres (in the twilight of ParisMarie Louise with queenlylegs cinq rue HenriMounier a little lovebegs, Mimi with the bodylike une boite a joujoux, want nice sleep?toutes les petites femmes exactesqui dansent toujours in myhead dis-donc,Paris ta gorge mysterieusepourquoi se promene-t-elle, pourquoieclate ta voixfragile couleur de pivoine?)with the long lips of Lucienne whichdangle the old men and hot menprecisely dance in my headladies carefully dead X 16 heuresl’Etoile the communists have fine Eyes some are young some old nonelook alike the flics rushbatter the crowd sprawls collapsessinging knocked down trampled the kicked byflics rush(the Flics, tidiyum, arevery tidiyum reassuringly similar,they all have very tidiyummustaches, and verytidiyum chins, and just abovetheir very tidiyum ears theirvery tidiyum necks begin)let us add that there are 50(fifty)flics for everyone(1)communist andall the flics are very organicallyarrangedand their nucleus(composedof captains in freshly-creased-uniforms with only-just-shined buttonstidiyumbefore and behind)has a nucleolus: the Prefect of Police (a dapper derbiedcreature, swaggers daintilytwiddlinghis tiny caneand, mazurkas about tweak-ing his wing collar pecking at his im -peccable cravat directing beingshooting his cuffssaluted everywhere salutingreviewing processions of minionstappingpeopleontheback “allezcirculez”) --my he’s brave. . . .thecommunists pickup themselves friends& their hats legs & arms brush dirt coatssmile looking handsspit blood teeth the Communists have(very)fine eyes(which stroll hither and thither through theevening in bruised narrow questioning faces)
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