a meRmaid's miRoRing mOnOlogue

originally a bonus chapter from story of siRis oRigo


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Hello All of You!!
My Name is siRena.
Sirena Adriana Origo, Pleased to Meet You!
I'm From the Adriatic Sea.
No, it's not the Only Place I'm Coming From.
I'm a Mermaid.
I Like Music and So On...
Moving My Body You Know!
I Also Like Taking People By SurpRise.
As You See I'm Almost Naked.
I Wear a Camera too.
I Watch You in this Moment.
You Look alot like Yoko Ono in a Glass Onion.
And I Have a Hat too.
And More than One PussyCat!!
But I Only have One Buttock-half.
That's My Slippery Wet Tail.
Maybe You Wonder What I'm Doing Here?!
Well, Can't Tell You Everything, But...
As You alReady Should've Noticed:
I Just Came Swimming through One of these Doors.
There are Many Many Cosy Chambers in Here.
You Should've Been inside With Me!
The aquaRium is Really Eternal, My God!
Yeah!
Well, in fact I'm Coming From anOther Story.
But Since it Was Left unFinished...
Yes, I tRied some Doors of My Own.
And Now I'm right Here!
Wow!
Crazy, Don't ya think?!
But I didn't had the Slightest iDea this Dark Water Was...
Yes, I think it's Nice Travelling By Blood!
No, it Doesn't Disturb Me.
You Know, I can Even think of drinking it if I'm Horny Sometimes, Ha-Ha!!
No, I'm Not joking.
Yes, Of Course I am.
Nevertheless You're All Wrong, Mr Lennon.
Yes, I'm Not the OctoPussy.
I'm a Prudent StrawBerry.
I'm the Daughter-Sister-Daughter of siRis oRigo.
Im the pYRamidal mareDream.
I'm the Number Between Seven And Eight.
My Week is OverFull.
The Octopus inJects his Poison into My eXistence.
Like a complete Buddha Boy all aRound........
........a Coma Cowboy in indian Canada.
He tRies to Find the Very Last Puzzle-Bite of nirvana.
But He Won't Get it.
My Wheel Goes On ForEver to the Eleventh of Never.
Paradise is Even More than Before.
You See This Big Beautiful Flower!!
I Don't Know if it's One or Two...
Her Lingering Lips is Not Only Her Appearence.
She Also is an inside.
She is a Soul, You Know.
And You Could Open Her inside.
You Can Open the miRror.
You Should Peal the Glass Onion.
And You Would Get a Glimpse outside -
outside of YourSelf.
Yes, You Cannot Resist Sailing in Through Her iRis...
...then you want to travel there for the rest of your little lives...
Like Leonard Cohen in His Song of Suzanne.
You Know, We All Are Sailors.
The Sea Gives Us Birth and Death.
And Birth Again...
What More Can I Possibly Say!?
it's Like a Looking Glass
two Perspectives of One Eye
it's Also an Hour Glass
two sides of the same circle of sand
it's All just a Hole within a Hole
a Blind Nothing Between Everything
and Maybe something More
Maybe a Kiss



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