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All Art Aspires To Be Music

by Toby Wallis

The first thing I saw of her were the scars on her arms. Thin and sickly pink they criss-crossed her arms like the lines on a map.

She tried so hard to explain the fascination of cutting her own pale flesh, causing the red scars over her china-white skin. I never understood. And the more she explained the more alien the words were to me.

As it was when she spoke I tended not to hear the words, but would instead focus on her lips mouthing senseless forms, every word became sensual that way, but try as I did, she never had any interest in me. Not that kind of interest anyway.

She had drunk wine and peach schnapps one night, and she stood on the bank of the river, moonlight flickering like candles on the water’s ripples when she said;

“I want to be dust, caught in the wind. I want to be light that seeps through the cracks in curtains and lights up the swirls of the smoke from an old man’s cigarette. I want to be bereft of meaning and understanding. I want to be music. I want to be F Sharp.”

She stepped into the water, which lapped up at her cotton dress, darkening the fabric as it crept up her leg, and then over her thigh.

I had had wine too. And Cherry schnapps, and the best I could do was watch her go, fascinated.

It rose over her stomach, and over her breasts, before touching her china-white cheeks, and with further steps it engulfed her completely. I never saw her again, and I assumed she had drowned.

But she was drowning long before the water ever touched her cheeks.

All art strives to be music

The first thing that I saw of it were the scars on it arms. Thin and morbid rose they intersected its arms like the lines on a chart.

It tested so hard to explain the fascination of cutting its own pale flesh, causing the red scars above its skin of porcelain white. I never included/understood. And more it explained more foreigner than the words were with me. Because it was when it spoke me tended not to hear the words, but would concentrate in the place on its lips saying the forms senseless, each word became sensual that manner, but the test as I made it it ever had any interest in me. Not this kind of interest in any event.

It had drunk schnapps of wine and fishing one harms, and it was held on the bank of the river, moonlight twinkling like candles on the undulation of water when it said;

“I want to be the dust, caught in the wind. I want to be a light which infiltrates by the cracks in curtains and lights to the top the movements of smoke of old equips the cigarette. I want to be private significance and comprehension. I want to be music. I want to be sharp of F.”

It took a step in the water, which rolled up to the top with its dress of cotton, darkening fabric while it crawled to the top of its leg, and then above its thigh.

I had taken the wine too. And cherry schnapps, and the best than I could make were to observe it go, fascinated.

It rose above its stomach, and above its centres, before touching its white porcelain cheeks, and with other stages it absorbed it completely. I never re-examined it, and I supposed that it had drowned.

But it drowned a long time before water ever touched its cheeks.

All the art is strained to be music.

The first thing, which was I of it the scars on it saw, arms. Thin and diseased rose, which they cut them, arms like the lines on a diagram.

It examined so strongly to explain around the fascination of the cut of its own slat meat and caused the red scars over its skin of porcelain white. I never included/understood.

And more explained it more foreigner, than the words with me were. Because it, when it spoke me, bent, not to hear the words but it would concentrate in the place on its lips was which said the forms, which senseless are, each word became sensual that way, but the test, since I formed it had at all each possible interest in me. Not this kind of the interest in any case.

It had drunk schnapps the wine and fish one damages, and it on the bank of the river, moonlight twin-sound held like candles on the oscillation of the water, when it said;

“I would like to be the dust, gotten caught in the wind. I would like to be a light, which seeps by the jumps in the curtains and lights to the top side the cigarette equips the movements of the smoke of old. I would like to be private meaning and seizing. I would like to be music. I would like to be sharp of F.”

It undertook a step in the water, which rolled up to the top side with its dress of cotton and then over its thigh colluded fabrics, while it crept to the top side of its leg.

I had also taken the wine. And Kirscheschnapps and the best as if I could form should it observing go, fascinated.

It rose over its stomach, and over its in the middle, before affecting its white porcelain cheeks and with other stages, it sucked it completely up. I never tested it and I assumed that it had drowned.

But it drowned a long time, before water affected at all its cheeks.

All the art filters to be music.

Before what, that it was of it the scars on it has seen, fortifies. The thin and sick rose, than cuts to them, fortifies like the lines on one outline.

It has examined therefore strongly in order to explain around to the fascination of the cut of relative the own meat of the stick and has caused the red scars over the relative skin the white man of the china. Never included/understood. And explained it more alien, than the words with me he was.

Since, when it has spoken it, it has been folded, not to feel it the words but it would be concentrated in the place on the relate ones to you labret was which said the shapes, which senseless are, every word has become sensual that the sense, but the test, since I have formed it it has had to all the every possible interest in me. Not this kind of the interest in whichever case.

It had drunk schnapps the wine and the fish one damages and it on the series of the river, held gemellare-sound of moonlight like the candles on the oscillation of the water, when it has said;

“I would want to be the powder, obtained interfered in the wind. I would want to be a light, than it is filtered from knows to you in stretches and the lights to the advanced side the cigarette equips the movements of the smoke of old. I would want to be meant and arpeggio reserves you. I would want to be music. I would want to be sharp of the F.”

Has taken a point in the water, that it has rolled until the dressed advanced side with the relative one of cotton and then over the relative thigh they have colluded the woven ones, while has crawled to the advanced side of the relative one. Moreover.

I had taken the wine. And Kirscheschnapps and the better thing like if I could form would have it that it observes in order to go, fascinated.

It is increased over the relative stomach and relative surplus within the half, before interesting the relative guanine white women of the china and with other is made, has sucked it completely in on. I have not ever examined it and I supposed that it had been drowned.

But it had drowned a much time before that water influenced to all the relative guanine.

All filters of art to being music.

Before what, that one it was of it scars in it saw, fortifies. The fine rose and of the sick person, of whom it cuts to them, fortifies as the lines in a sketch.

It examined strong the end consequently to explain around to the allure of the cut of the relative to possess the meat of the red pole and caused to scars on the relative skin the white man of China. Never included/understood.

Explained and more foreign it, of that the words with me were. Since that, when said it, it was folded, not to feel the words to it but some would be concentrated in the place in relate that you it labret was that said the forms, that senseless either, each word if became sensual that the direction, but the test, since that I gave to form it to it I have I have that all the each possible interest in me. Not this type of the interest in any case.

The wine had drunk schnapps and the fish one damages and it in the series of the river, gemellare-sound arrested of moonlight as the candles in the oscillation of the water, when it said;

“I would want to be the dust, gotten intervened with the wind. I would want to be a light, of that he is filtered of knows to it in the stretchings and the lights to the advanced side the cigarette equip the movements of the tobacco of old. I would want to be meant and the arpeggio one reserves it. I would want to be music. I would want to be sharp of the F.”

I made examination of a point in the water, this that rolled until the advanced side relative dress with of the cotton and then on thigh relative they has colluded weakened, when to crawl to the advanced side of relative the one.

Moreover I had made examination of the wine. And Kirscheschnapps and the thing best likes if I could give form I will have it that he observes the end to go, fascinated.

It is increased on the relative stomach and the relative excess inside of the half, before to interest the white women of guanine relative of China and with another one it is fact, sucked it completely inside on. I never did not examine it and I assumed that I had been drowned.

But he drowned much stay, before this influenced water all guanine relative.

All filters of the art to its music.

Before which, that one it was of him marks with a scar in him saw, fortifies. The fine rose and of the ill person, of whom cuts them, fortifies as the lines in a sketch.

It examined strong the end therefore to explain around to the enchantment of the cut of in relation to it has the meat of the post red and caused to the scars in the relative skin the white man of China. Never included/understood.

And explained more foreigner, of that one the words with me were. Since then that, when it is saying, he was doubled, not to feel the words to him but to something it would be concentrated in the place in relate that you he labret were that these forms, that senseless anyone, each word if she got to be sensual that the direction, but the test, since then that I gave to form it to her I have. I have all the each possible interest in me. Not this type of the interest in any case.

The wine had drunk schnapps and the fish one damages and he in the series of the river, gemellare-sound arrested of clear of moon as the candles in the oscillation of the water, when it said;

“It would wish to be the dust, obtained taken part with the wind. It would wish to be a light, of which they filter it of knows to him in stretchings and the lights alongside advanced the cigarette equip the movements of the tobacco as an older person. It would wish to be meant and arpeggio one it reserve. It would wish to be music. It would wish to be maintained of F.”

I fact examination of a point in the water, then the one that rolled until the advanced lateral relative dress with of the cotton and in relative of the thigh who has colluded weakened, when to crawl alongside advanced of the relative one.

On the other hand it had made the examination of the wine. And Kirscheschnapps and of the thing the tastes more better possible if it could give the form that I will have him observes the end to go, fascinated.

It is increased in the relative stomach and the relative excess within half, to before interest the white women of the relative of the guanine of China and with another one it is done, inhaled totally inside ignited him. I did not examine it and never I assumed that they had drowned to me.

But it drowned much stay, before this influenced water all the relative of the guanine.


Copyright © 2003 by Toby Wallis

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