not so hard -- we all dream of being a-child again -- even the worst of us -- perhaps the worst most of all.
i know myself only -- where i have been, what i have done.
-- i am too old. (almost cursing, indicating
they were many -- who shot -- your father resisted like a man and died like a man -- names in this matter have no importance. i killed one; i lie -- i ran --
mapache.
gone.
no -- she went with them because she wished to. she became the woman of mapache -- and others -- she went with them laughing -- drunk with wine and love. angel, knowing it's true, turns and moves away. pike looks after him.'
to him she was a goddess. to be wor- shipped from afar -- with music and flowers -- a deity to be followed and adored at a dis -nee but mapache -' knew she was a mango -- ripe and waiting.
just so -
and. which do you prefer, the dream or the taste?
just so € -- the both of you and map-ache and i --
why do you wish to know -- for your father - or the whore? pike looks up as angel fights within himself to find an answer,