Mr. Brain

 Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off 
the moon.
 He liked to go into a tree then because there is a 
little height to see a little further, which may reveal now the 
stone, a pebble--it is a twig, it is nothing under the moon that 
you can make sure of.

 So Mr Brain opened his mouth to let a moonbeam into his head.
 

 Why to be alone, and you invite the stars to tea.
 A cup of 
tea drinks a luminous guest.
 

 In the winter could you sit quietly by the window, in the 
evening when you could have vinegar and pretend it to be 
wine, because you would do well to eat doughnuts and 
pretend you drink wine as you sit quietly by the window.
 You 
may kick your leg back and forth.
 You may have a tendency 
to not want to look there too long and turn to find darkness in 
the room because it had become nighttime.
 

 Why to be alone.
 You are pretty are you not/you are as 
pretty as you are not, or does that make sense.

 You are not pretty, that is how you can be alone.
 And 
then you are pretty like fungus and alga, you are no one 
without some one, in theory alone.
 

 Be good enough to go to bed so you can not think too 
much longer.

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