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Big-people make babies too small and die too soon. Doll-people
make babies too. But doll-people babies might either be giants or
quiet and dead after when they go alive.
 My little-brother was too small to keep him alive even after when
the doll of him was doll-alive and even after when me and my
bigger-brother pulled on my little-brother's arms and legs until my
little-brother was tall and wide for doll or people and baby-sized.
You die after when you don't get big enough to be one of the
big-people or after when you're doll and don't get people enough and
then big.
My people-me and doll-me were neither one of us big enough yet
then. My bigger-brother was bigger then than me but he still wasn't
one of the big-people or even big enough to stay alive either.
Me and my bigger-brother were going to die like my little-brother
did. But my dolls of us kept us both people-alive both. We held my
dolls of us up inside the wind so they could breathe everywhere inside
that we were going away to for a long-time alive.
But my little-brother was already dead and broken and my hands
couldn't hold the doll of my little-brother doll-alive and up over the
road-world too. He flew backwards out of my hands and away into the
wind. He bounced up and back down into how small away he was. He
tried to pound and dig himself back down and down and down into the
ground and dirt-world. The doll of my little-brother went so small
away that after when you couldn't see him anymore then you could still
see that he was still dead. My doll-family needed another
little-brother so much as my people-family needed one.
But Momma told me she couldn't make a people-baby up again until
her insides were alive again.
But Poppa told Momma Momma's still pretty even after when she
doesn't wear any neck-laces or anything else but clothes.
But don't make a baby or anything else up with anything but the
things babies and people do and say--Momma and Poppa or dolls, crying
and sayings or word-names and going places, arms and hands or rubbing
and pushing hard. Babies don't get made or born with any clothes on
them anyway. But unless the baby is already alive then it might not
grow up out of its clothes and die too soon.
But Momma and Poppa made a baby out of their hair and skin and
talking and quiet. Momma and Poppa made a baby out of baby-talk and
the quiet after when babies stop talking and crying and die. Momma
and Poppa made baby-noises so this new little-brother baby they were
going to make up and my little-brother wouldn't have to die again.
Noises go out of them and they die.
My doll-people talk doll-talk but you can still make people-babies
out of doll-babies after when you rub them together like Momma and
Poppa really did rub and touch and kick and hands and arms and legs
and feet. But don't rub and push them together too hard or the
Momma-doll and Poppa-doll will break and your Momma and Poppa will
yell and stop it.
But take the doll-parts from the Momma-doll and Poppa-doll that
break away from each other and glue and push them back together to
make a doll-baby that will go away to alive.
Do the dolls and Momma and Poppa will do it too.
You will get more baby that way.
Do the dolls so Poppa will breathe hard into Momma's mouth to get
the breath all the way down into Momma and the baby alive. My mouth
breathed into my doll-people and some of my years went out of me.
Poppa died some too and Momma did it with her insides and blood.
You make a people-family out of each other and blood.
Poppa laid the babies down to sleep and grow up inside Momma and
Momma got quiet after when the blood-colored babies came out of her
and they were too small and already dead. Momma was dead inside again
and sometimes Momma was me inside me.
Sometimes my doll-people couldn't make babies up either. But
sometimes my dolls went doll-alive and even people-alive before when
they died.
But me and my bigger-brother were dying from how Momma and Poppa
stopped making babies and went to sleep. But me and my bigger-brother
didn't sleep or the night-time could get inside us like it got inside
my little-brother after when he burned up outside under the sun too
hot so me and my bigger-brother kept waking each other up. But my
little-brother wasn't supposed to die after when Momma and Poppa went
away to sleep.
Momma and Poppa were big-people and already alive enough that they
were going to live forever in Heaven even after when they never got
any bigger. But why didn't Momma and Poppa make their babies any
bigger after when they were already that big and alive. Why didn't
Momma give me and my doll-people even any one of her alives and some
of her blood. Why didn't Poppa keep rubbing the eggs until they were
warm enough but not too hot.
You sweat after when something inside you is burning you up. The
sweat puts the fire out inside you and you won't die unless you dry
yourself off too cold.
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