Closet Land Page #4

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- Death.

No.

You can sleep.

Sleep is death.

We must break your body

to win their minds.

The pain ennobles

the receiver and transmitter.

The discipline will remain

policy while resisting.

Resistance is futile.

Sleep is death.

Sleep is death.

We must break your body

to win their minds.

The pain ennobles ...

Sleep is death.

Sleep is death.

Resistance is futile

so ...

Are you like me?

We must break your body

to win their minds.

The pain ennobles

the receiver and transmitter.

The discipline will continue ...

I'm not alone.

Resistance is futile.

Keep whistling.

We must break your body ...

Keep whistling.

Keep whistling.

The pain ennobles

the receiver and transmitter.

The discipline will continue ...

Sleep is death.

Resistance is futile ...

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

Torture is

policy of tyrants.

Resistance is my only weapon.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

Torture is policy

of tyrants.

Resistance is my only weapon.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

Torture is policy

of tyrants.

The pain will only reinforce

my will.

Torture is policy

of tyrants.

I have said it is stubborn.

Should be sleeping.

- Listen to the tape and sleep.

- Sleep is death.

It's just expected.

It takes two months here.

Sooner or later, fall asleep.

- I was brought here last night.

- Imagine ...

two months without sleep.

Sixty days.

1,440 hours.

Lies.

I was brought here last night.

- Why would I lie?

- To confuse.

To submit.

Sometimes they lie because.

Do you eyes hurt?

Relax.

Let your shoulders fly.

Rest the neck.

Let the head drop

on the chin.

Do not resist.

It has stiff muscles

by stress.

Relax.

Let flow

like a stream ...

as a distant sea ...

We must break your body

to win their minds.

Ennobles pain receptor

and the issuer.

The discipline will remain

policy while resisting.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

Will you sign this?

No.

- It forces me to do ...

- What?

Things I do not want to do.

Do not you hate to see someone

suffering?

Are not you concerned

this is your job ...

and to do

without question?

Most work in offices

or factories, but you come here.

He has done what be?

What was done?

Or is mental illness?

Any putrefaction of the soul?

Resistance is futile

so ...

we must break your body

to win their minds.

... Break my body

but not my mind.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

Vale! Vale!

Have not you had enough?

Why not sign?

Come on, leave me alone.

No.

What?

No.

I believed he had said.

Why deny it?

It's nothing.

Only one signature.

Imagine being an autograph ...

for a secret admirer.

No.

Thanks.

You might need a lesson.

My God.

It is a night enclosure.

A flying cow.

The green-winged cat ...

Whistle to me!

Whistle!

The closet.

No closet.

When you have a headache,

grows a mushroom ...

Whistle for me, please.

No answer ...

It's hard.

Poor girl.

The green-winged cat.

I've gone with the cat.

The green-winged cat.

I have escaped.

I have escaped.

I have escaped

to the land of the cabinets.

Where is the land

cabinets?

In my mind.

They can break my body

but not my mind.

While you can go there

only have my bones.

- Who lives there?

- My friends.

A flying cow.

The cock nice.

The green-winged cat.

I've known since childhood.

I close my eyes ...

I'm going away

and they come to me.

Floating through the air.

Why were you in the closet?

A man ...

Mom's friend ...

breakfasted with us

Sundays.

I had to hang her coat

and his scarf in the closet.

And then he ...

When I was in the closet

hanging his coat ...

first occurred.

He smiled as if

a secret between us.

I was five.

- Your mother was not much?

- No.

He did not realize,

my poor mother. Dumb.

Spinning out.

I was too afraid

to tell ...

I said tongue cut

and head.

So every Sunday,

when he came ...

I went to the cupboard ...

and you expected.

Closed his eyes very strong ...

rang the bells ...

and my friends came to me.

The flying cow.

The green-winged cat.

He forgot that he had

hands under my dress.

I wonder ...

if known,

if you really know ...

the strength of his mind.

Most people

is rendered in a couple of hours ...

and you have escaped ...

back of a flying cow ...

and a cat with wings.

It is a strange case

and only ...

AB234.

We go to earth

cabinets.

It's in the closet of his mother,

AB234.

It's in the closet of his mother,

AB234.

It's dark.

He sees nothing.

It's dark.

He sees nothing.

But close your eyes,

because he hears his footsteps.

It's in the closet of his mother,

AB234.

I know you're a good girl.

Only five years.

And you're a whore.

Dear little girl,

sweet, so sweet.

I know you like.

Only five years.

And you're a whore.

Dear little girl,

sweet, so sweet.

Here comes the candle,

to enlighten, to burn.

Here comes the butcher

to cut off your head.

You.

Screaming.

Screaming.

Screaming.

Do not scream.

Never did, even now.

A look so wise

in some eyes so young.

What made you so?

A mental illness?

Does the putrefaction of the soul?

Then, you had no hips.

Small ribs,

like the bones of a sparrow.

Could've broken

of a touch stronger.

A frightened bird

banging on his cage.

All so small

so perfect.

We also bring you

my innocence.

But when you grow up

and you had other lovers ...

when you played

and you approach them ...

I was petrified

and think of me.

''Because you have the power

and grace ...

to look through and behind

my mask.

On that wet years

have lashed ...

and see the real face

of my soul.''

The true face of my soul.

Why?

Why?

Is that why you brought me here?

To finish what you started

as a child?

You are a dissident, belong

the group of those who think.

- Speaking of flying pigs ...

- Cows.

Cows.

And green-winged cats,

you would have saved ...

but we found

Earth''cabinet.''

Everything begins again,

Is not it?

I created the land of cabinets

when abused me ...

and punishes me

after all these years ...

to invent

earth closets.

It takes years going, right?

All these intrusions night.

Always at night, and detention.

Charges meaningless ...

and brutality.

I did not realize ...

or maybe I did not see it.

I closed my eyes

as in the closet.

That woman in the neighborhood ...

journalist.

A few months ago, he disappeared.

Without a trace.

We believed all the lies

because it made sense.

I remember going to eat

with my editor.

A woman who really

I did not know ...

which greeted on the street.

Missing.

Then

returned to his mother.

A 80-year old,

without teeth, an invalid.

Searched the house

Missing journalist ...

while the mother was

on the street like garbage ...

waiting to be collected.

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