Birds, Orphans and Fools Page #2

Oh, go to hell. If you don't understand

beauty.

You can't understand ugliness.

Photographer! Artist! Intellectual!

See? You shouldn't get angry!

Oh!

Touch me! Can't you?

Make me dirty and lousy!

I'm looking forward to the ocean.

That will wash all the dirt off me.

I christen you Sibyl.

I'm Martha.

Martha. Is that a Jewish name?

When you were ill

you talked of death.

Yes?

Don't move!

All rivers flow into the sea

but the sea will never overflow.

Is that right, Andrew?

That's right.

And they return where they flow to.

So that they may arise from there again.

Even God sowed much love upon the world

and still there's not enough for us all.

And so... I swear

I won't cross the line

of friendship...

And I won't think about anything sexual.

Martha, where are you?

And you, Andrew?

Here. Where here?

Here...

Right...

Did you wash your feet? I did!

Say your prayer and get to sleep!

A man is well off in this world.

Really well...

...if he knows how to be joyful...

...and then he's happy,

when he wakes in the morning...

...and is pleased with his life...

...amen...

Look! She's asleep!

What is it? What's up?

What's up... Show us your naked body.

WHAT?! Say that again!

Show us how you look in the nude. Go on!

Fine. But if you take

your clothes off too.

Of course! Come on!

Not me! Not me! I don't want to!

Let me go, I'll scream! Help! Help!

Ouch!

Quiet! Quiet! Ready!

You see!

No! Oh! No!

Who is he? A fool.

And that one? A scientist.

Eat. It's got phosphorous.

I'll be able to see you even at night.

Yuk... it stinks!

No... I don't want to... Leave me alone.

Be quiet.

Quiet... Quiet...

A man gets old and his heart aches

It hurts and hurts with a big ache.

He lost his father,

he lost his mother

and becomes an orphan in the face of God

And God says:
I'll be you father

and your mother.

And veils himself in smoke and mist

and leaves the man alone.

God dies and the orphan in body

becomes orphan in soul.

I call in vain

and all I hear is the bell tolling

forever and ever

Tolling for God, for mother, for father.

Tolling...

A man gets old and his heart aches.

I didn't even learn to play the piano.

This man...

in his youth made a mistake.

Come on. Yes.

Come on, dear landlord, come on.

Hand on your heart Andrew... Wouldn't it

be better to cremate the old people?

Yes.

Awful yellow snot runs from them.

And sweat... And spit...

Yuk... Yuk...

You can smell their urine even

from a distance...

Who burns for truth and people's rights

Who offers life to sacrifice

Who sheds a tear for injustice

...to him my song with glory rings!

Come, come, come!

...with glory rings!

How was the cremation?

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