The Book of the Death of Arthur
Spicer on Merlin
Marilyn Monroe being attacked by a bottle of sleeping pills
Like a bottle of angry hornets
Lance me, she said
Lance her, I did
I don't work there anymore.
The answser-question always the same. I cannot remember
when I was not a king. The sword in the rock is like a
children's story told by my mother.
He took her life. And when she floated in on the barge or
joined the nunnery or appeared dead in all the newspapers
it was his shame not mine
I was king.
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