Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn`t butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to have more respect! you with the goo on the suction cup. You with your wires and electrodes fastened at my ankle and wrist, sucking up the biological breast. You with your zigzag machine playing like the stock market up and down. Give me the Phi Beta key you always twirl and I will make a gold crown for my molar. I will take a slug if you please and make myself a perfectly good appendix. Give me a fingernail for an eyeglass. The world was milky all along. I will take an iron and press out my slipped disk until it is flat. But take away my mother`s carcinoma for I have only one cup of fetus tears. Take away my father`s cerebral hemorrhage for I have only a jigger of blood in my hand. Take away my sister`s broken neck for I have only my schoolroom ruler for a cure. Is there such a device for my heart? I have only a gimmick called magic fingers. Let me dilate like a bad debt. Here is a sponge. I can squeeze it myself. O heart, tobacco red heart, beat like a rock guitar. I am at the ship`s prow. I am no longer the suicide with her raft and paddle. Herr Doktor! I`ll no longer die to spite you, you wallowing seasick grounded man.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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