Circe (Uma Thurman) :.."... the lightest word of my thrush mellow-bellows soul is a harshest grating chill-wind of the lower-syllable beneath my tongue... and this is the beginning of a true feather-war.. and Quixotic whirlpools dish my soul into it's trim form of usage.. and I am both a dith and a spoon ladling the soup-quantity of my rellow mint-flavoured noodles into .. this is the quashing death-row of my final corruption seething visceral stomach-agony... a grey seething stormcloud in my inward coffee rotten to my inner greening.. no.. I am talking about rainbow coffee... not distinctly not the mildewed kind.. eeeEEEEWWWWW.... I am talking about rainbow sprinkles and whip cream in coffee.. and this being the confection of muffin splendour that drives the inner social stomach of my motives fine and Joycian.. for I have inward motives out of the linguistics of finnegans wake.. and they make of my hay-warm body a sunflower sizzling in the sum flowering total of matrix multiplication stomach corpuscles.. a death warm disappointment drives my chosen linguistics of vocal expression .. mewsome death..."
a monologue for Circe / Uma Thurman written by Hanno Ridal Raudsepp for teh Luhrmann / Scorcese co-directed movie, "Wonder Woman 2; nude circe angelheart"....
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