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Year 1 Review
Part II
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The Girl of His Dreams
What raw emotion plunges the heart beneath floods of joy and passion beyond description? His face pressed against her cheek heralding an unending age of bliss. Answers to every desire matched completely his dreams; she loved as much as she was loved. But, disturbed by a noise.....he woke up.
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Outward Bound
Calmness and innumerable stars against a darkened canvas accompanied Alishia's
solitude. Earth captured her attention; why not disable the receiver? She was hurling
thousands of miles from safety and its whited shell was swallowed by the blackness of
space. Turning now she stared into the blue skies of home.
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~~~Dogs: City, Suburban, and Country~~~
When we lived in the city, few people had dogs.Then moving to the suburbs, many
people had dogs. All well taken care of by the Veterinarian. Country dogs are not so
fortunate, when they get sick. They are taken care of in the woods:
THE GUN SHOT RANG OUT.
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The Critic
The stranger sat in back, invited. "Webster's" and "Chicago Manual of Style" in hand.
The play had passion; he scowled. The play had urgency; he frowned. The play was
unique; he griped. The play, my play, was over and yet he did not clap. So I stabbed
him. No offense.
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The Stock Trader
Clearly, profit is the motive, earnestly, the trader tries...
Highs, lows, determine entry points, no doubt, they are all important in pursuing glory in the daily market battles. As the trader ventures in these market jungles, only the disciplined will survive and succeed. Others surely, will suffer prompt capital punishment.
Z.
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The Affair. Paraphrased
He was married and having an affair.
Overcome by passions one day, they fled to her place.
After long, passionate sex, he asked her to rub his shoes
in the grass and dirt outside. "Why?" She queried.
Later, he confessed the affair.
She looked down. "Liar, you've been golfing!"
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The Wheel
It's not often you get a chance at a sure thing. When you do, you have to make the most of it, right? Would you pass up easy money? A lifetime of chips, stacked majestically on red. The silver sphere finally stops, but the wheel continues to turn.
-jsc
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Fishing
The panhandlers were now appearing in his dreams, dirty, hungry. Why were they so hungry? Wasn't there a way to survive other than begging? The line jumped. Awakening from his daydream, he reeled in the 2 pound jacksmelt. His first catch fed the man next to him on the pier.
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T.V. Dinner
Looking down between his legs, the shock of a bright orange penis lasted only a moment. It all made sense. Standing up and brushing off the small rigid crumbs of Cheetos, Abe walked to the VCR and placed his best porno back in its case.
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The flask, suddenly possessed of a will of its own, danced on the man's fingertips and
then, in an agonizing slow moment, fell to the tiles below. The man's heart almost
stopped. It would have been a mercy if it had. They found the researcher's confession
days before the dying began.
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Last Set
Heavy waves whumped the shore and dared him. Cold water shocked as breakers pounded over. Fear rose as air became critical. His slow motion counterpoint to a mad set. Outside the break, heart racing and panting he heard a young local say "Tink Da old Bugga gonna die!"
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Caveman
The mastadon was now dead. Testosterone oozing from every pore, Ug found the isolated cave. Abstinence was a virtue he had not acquired. Bah was lying there in fatal pain. Ganggreen encroaching, the remaining stump of her leg had finally stopped bleeding. Without hesitation he entered the deep damp chasm.
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Peering at Jennifer,as always, from afar. She, across the green, waiting, watching. The night to conceal his desire to touch her, the books the tightness in his trowsers. She turns abruptly,his homework to the grass. Her piercing gaze, spellbound he must answer the truth.
"You're Dick?"
Astonished,"Yes."
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Goliath's Ghost
They came from the desert, saying God wanted them to take our land. I was big, so I put on armor and waved a spear around. I got a rock in my face and a sword across my neck. I've watched this place ever since, and nothing changes.
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In Her Small, Unheated Cellar
In her small, unheated cellar, we had never seen more than a half-million airplanes. Soon after the gas clouds had cleared, we left and built a small web-based custom-made comb and brush distributorship we called "Mindy's".
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EXPLANATION
Herb was fifty when his mother told him the truth. "Your birth," she said, patting her
stomach, "was caesarian."
Herb stood up, but his legs wobbled. "My gosh," he said, "that explains so much."
He kissed his mother good-bye, and once again left her house through the window.
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AMERICANS KNOW THE MOVIES
Veronica felt a chill as she slid off her panties. Her window, she saw, was opening.
Through it then came George. "What in the world..." she said.
"A man enters through a door, we've got nothing," said George. "But if he enters through
a window-- we've got a situation."
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(last in the w. trilogy)
THE BIRTH OF EXISTENTIALISM
Marshall pushed the door open hard so it rattled the pictures on the walls. His wife lay
in bed, indifferent. The window was ajar. Marshall tried the closet door; inside-- was
Pascal.
"And why are you here?" Marshall asked, the storm gathering.
"Ah," said Pascal, "I have to be somewhere."
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Dumb Luck
Fred walked down the street, kicking trash from the gutter. The $100 dollar bill
escaped his attention. His vision wasn't blurred from vodka, but from 3 days of not
eating. When his foot landed on the bill, Fred looked down, and sighed at the sight of
his urine stained socks.
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Unauthorized Sequel to Thomas A. Simpson's "Dumb Luck"
Fred's sigh, though a weak one, for even a hearty sigh is beyond the strength of a starving man, caught the startled attention of the pretty young lady who was passing by at the moment of its utterance. She stopped, stared fixedly at Fred with her kind blue eyes, and whispered softly, "Fred, honey? Is that you?"
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Unauthorized (and off-the-cuff) Sequel to an Unauthorized Sequel
Fred looked up, dumbfounded. He'd never seen her before, unless he'd been too drunk to remember. Unlikely, even for him. Desperation thrust doubt aside. "Oh my God!", he gasped, "I can't believe it". He keeled over, making sure his head hit pavement, a good excuse for amnesia.
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Sequel to the Sequel to the Sequel:
As he fell, the obscured $500 bill was revealed. The kindness in the young lady's eyes was replaced by something else, and she bent down and snatched up the bill, averting her gaze from Fred's urine-stained socks. "Consider this a small payment on a large debt, Freddie," she said sadly.
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Deep Thinker
Dr. Loo continued playing. All night the thoughts of starvation and food production plagued his conscience. Certainly his policies weren't to blame. He had done everything in his power. The night lingered. The seminar concluded. The game continued. If only there had been more rice. Ding ding ding - three cherries.
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Angel of Death
Jerry Adams sat in his first class seat. As the turbulence began and the seat belt lite came on, he knew it was time. Reaching into his bag and withdrawing the ceramic hunting knife, he briskly walked down the aisle slashing the throats of those on there way to hell.
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Muslman4U
Busted! Bonnie had been ready to commit to their relationship in person, but now the evidence was overwhelming. The statistical analysis complete, her cyber man was indeed bingeing on four boxes of sugar cereal a night, buying after midnight, in grocery stores with double coupons.
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First Person
I write.
I am here.
I am living.
I am breathing.
I sense.
I rule the world.
I question.
I learn.
I am funny.
I am not gay.
I have an ego.
I am a genius.
I am insane.
I am lazy.
I am quite good looking.
I will die.
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We talked a while. She sat on the floor. I worried about her comfort.
"Twenty years ago, the President came to the cabin, and spent the afternoon."
"You're kidding."
"He sat in the chair you're sitting in."
"You're joking."
I handed her an album, and she turned to the picture.
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Her little son's head was too large, but he could evidently speak a few words.
Her pale daughter's head was normal in size, but the jaw of the silent girl hung slack.
The woman was beautiful, and everyone was watching her as she carried her children from the bus, one over each shoulder.
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The VW bug whacked the parked Expedition.
Wrenched from sleep I rush out, dialing 911.
"Bleeding? We don't come if he's dead", says the Medic.
Checking the head poking through the windshield. "Alive, bleeding like a pig!"
"Bastard better have Insurance!" screams the Expedition's owner.
Who fking cares?
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M. I. C. U.
It had been a long sleepless night. Nothing helped the nausea. The doctor took a long
time to call back that Saturday morning. He advised taking the patient to the E.R.
Twelve hours later, I ask, "What exactly is his condition?" The nurse replied, "This is an
Intensive Care Unit.............."
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The Outsider
She sat waiting patiently, the giant eye opened slowly. For one brief moment, it showed her what was hidden inside. Eagerly, she leaned forward, but it was too late, closing it shut her out again. Turning away, not seeing the metallic tear slide slowly down the glass..
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Slip~N~Slide
the slip and slide exhibition was for days,
i was a kid of 17 again,
frictionless moisture,
how in the world
could i ever bottle and sell the stuff
without it evaporating.
will passion evaporate in an anaerobic environment.
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In That Town
In that town, he beat that dead horse for twenty years on his lawn with back of a old spade.
In that town, they called him crazy.
But one day, the flames burst forth from the corpse at last and engulfed him and he left that town for the City.
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FANG
Circling the square room from 4 feet, the purple microdot was hardly digested when the fully clawed cat lost control. Agility, speed, and lifts from the furniture, kept him circling until the door was opened. Laughter paused, as the long jump ended with a hard landing and no heartbeat.
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Father Figure
Hannah, seven, awoke from fever. Stumbling for help, she opened father's tent. A man
with many camels and tribal clout, she knew him only as Sultan. For the remainder of
her life she would remember one thing. Seeing her vomit, he continued to castrate
Soorah with a sharp curved dagger.
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The Slip-up
"No one can ever know about this, my love."
"It's all right, darling. I don't care what happens."
"I don't want you pulled down with me, that's all. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."
"Here's my hand. Take it. I promise I'll switch to a different floor wax."
Stan
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The Mutiny
I was in hell. I didn't plan to, but I took him at swordpoint and forced him into the boat.
We sailed for an undiscovered place, somewhere we could live a life of gentleness and
beauty. But we brought too few women along, and murdered ourselves to the last man.
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Incorrigible:
"Stop teasing me!"
"I'm not teasing you."
He flicked a lock of her hair.
"Cut it out!"
Silence...
"Whenever I start caring about somebody I just get hurt!"
"You don't want anyone to care about you.", he laughed.
"How would you know?"
"I can tell by the way you act."
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Repentence:
He pinged a rock, then spotted a sparrow on the phone wire. He took careful aim, then
squeezed the trigger. The feathered creature dropped to the ground like a stone.
His eyes widened.
Bob fixed him with a crushing glare. "You asshole!"
"But I didn't think I could hit him!"
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Shame:
It was late. The four youths were swaggering up the other side of the street. A lone
black man was walking in their direction.
"Nigger!"
"Goddamn nigger in our neighborhood!", another bellowed.
"That's right, Nigger! You better cross the street!"
He averted his gaze from the man as he passed.
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The Vigil:
"But Nicole doesn't like Chinese food."
Three days he'd spent before the staring eyes of the comatose old man, tubes sticking
out of his abdomen.
"Goddammit, I'm sick of this shit!"
They stared from the hospital steps. His brother beside Nicole, his wife with concern.
"Goddammit, piss on you then!"
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Flying:
"Uncle Steve, watch me fly!", he shouted, and bounded across the lawn quick as his 5
year old legs allowed. He took a giant leap and stood beaming.
"Were you flying?"
"Yeah!", and he was off.
Steve smiled at his sister-in-law.
"I wish I could fly", he grinned.
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The Swingset:
It was a beautiful morning to play outside. But he was hungry. He tumbled into the
house.
"Hey Mom!"
His mother looked up. He stopped. She was crying.
"What's wrong?", he whispered.
She wiped a tear with the palm of her hand. She could barely speak.
"They've shot the President."
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Untitled:
She was beautiful. Her eyes reflected joy whenever they gazed into his.
One afternoon, as they caressed one another following a joyous morning of lovemaking,
he tenderly whispered a secret into her ear.
Later, a friend mentioned she had run into him briefly on the street.
"Oh. Him!" she replied.
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Letter to Lisa
Dear Lisa,
I acted on my theory and began inserting small handwritten philosophical insights into
loaves of white bread at the Ready-Fresh.
I'm awaiting trial, as the D.A. believes I was poisoning unsuspecting shoppers.
Our trip to Sofia looks delayed.
Will update.
With love and squalor,
David
P.S. Please send 10,000 water-resistant index cards.
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Fire
"Having fun?"
"I suppose", he turned red. "Doesn't it look like it?"
"I thought maybe you were stuck. Should I call the Fire Department?"
He shinnied down, dropping into the sand.
"Maybe."
She looked perplexed. He went to her, took a swing in both hands, and smiled.
"Want a ride?"
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Pillory Squadron - microplay (draft)
(Scene: Corporate boardroom. Men around large table.
Enter Pillory Squadron carrying wood and tools. Disruption ensues.
Babes in thong bikinis enter)
Babe leader: (to men, with sinister laugh) Look at our asses. They're perfect. Ha!
(Exit all, except for CEO who is left standing in a pillory.)
The end.
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This is the first draft in a larger work entitled "45 Short Plays About the Pillory
Squadron". It is the playwright's intent that the only intelligible bit of dialogue in each of
the plays be "Look at our asses. They're perfect. Ha!".
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Benji the Brooding Jinn: A Short Case Study Arguing for Greater Quality
Control in the Realm of Semi-Ethereal Higher-Beings
Benji the jinn walked the span of the bridge, brooding over the impossibility of
manufacturing the transparent ash apparatus and shipping to distributors in time for the
holidays. In a fit of anger, he lowered the airspeed of the jumper and had the tug-boat
captain notice the flailing on port.
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Diagram of a Trapezoid
Hank ate a bar of soap and claimed to be invisible.
But as that has nothing at all to do with our present area of concern, I suggest we just
continue.
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"What's Playing on the Moon Tonight?"
David's family did not own a television, which caused him trouble in making the difficult
adjustment during adolescence.
David's family forced him to watch the moon according to a strict computer-generated
schedule while munching salty snackfoods on a sofa with them in their backyard, adding
to his troubles.
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NYT Appropriation Piece
"This is our first big shipment from China," said Special Agent Grace, who describes
himself "as the voice of the sturgeon which has no other voice."
He and Inspector Rothe sliced open the box. The cans of caviar inside were pristine,
each bearing a hologram.
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SOURCE: Molly O'Nell, "For U.S. Agents, Sampling Caviar Is a Job, Not a Treat",
New York Times, 12/19/98, p. D3
nytimes.com.
If only you could make it end "each bearing a hologram of child-actor Gary Coleman"
without destroying its "found art" aesthetic.
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The American Dream
or
The Engine of the World
To live in the American Dream is to experience first hand the truth of material
expression. Christmas comes to mind, for some strange reason. We celebrate the
continuity of life in the face of winter's destruction. We bring out our tallow candles and
safely stored seed cakes, we hoist our ale and salute, another banner year.
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My Brother Saved a Life Today
or
A Salute to Truth and Beauty
A True Story
by Graystone
Twenty two years, a professional waiter, at one of the cities premiere restaurants.
On his station, giving the gift of love.
The party sat, stunned, she tried to gasp, the lack of oxygen overrode her muscle
control and she began to slump.
Loving your job, and doing it well, matter.
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Roman Holiday
Norman estimated 30 more seconds before his termination. Downloading the last of his cognitive data, he pondered why he opted for the synthetic skin. Fetal tissue was always more secure as an epidermis. He knew that androids were not allowed near the Vatican - even when accompanied by a human spouse.
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Dinner for Four
Rex and Rich had been co-workers for years but never close friends. Dinner in Bangkok changed that. Staring in each other's eyes, the thought of simultaneous orgasms was not just a fantasy but was actually happening. The girls under the table were professionals without question. The fried mango was marginal.
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ROMAN HOLIDAY II
The "GENRE RULES LOCK!" heads-up was too late for Hugh, CyberAnticardinal
Bishop of Santa Clara, to hand-crank shields -- damn that AMD K-39 tachystoscope!:
-33 to Termination! doubledamn that Synthoskin[TM] -- Fetutissu[TM] more
radiation-opaque... "ANDROIDS WITH HUMAN SPOUSES BANNED!" Damn, it
was all over! -- only 4 words left -- "PUSH" he telefaxed: ...
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RESTAURANT SURAT BY COLESSEUM
Brain-joined, they'd never sexed. Now simultaneously orgasmic in dim light, RexRich
watched cornerly the Filipina convulse -- knowing each for the first time -- the girls
beneath the table too young to be expert, but learning -- The under-ripe mango reeking
of terpenes -- But what the hey! Afterwards, no doubt, there would be dancing!
That's just poetic license. It wasn't like that at all! How did you guess?"
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Time Off? - Who can afford that?
He couldn't believe his eyes. His fantasy portfolio had gone up over 600% and the
stock he had sold before vacation was up 200%. He had of course, cashed out before
going on vacation. After all, why take chances?
jimS
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Caveat Emptor
The monotonous voice droned. Eventually, Nigel's eyes closed and his jaw hung limply. "Certainly the defendant had the ability to crush the victim's skull, didn't she?"
"Objection! It calls for speculation by the witness," Nigel thundered.
"Sustained."
The defense attorney smiled pleasantly at the prosecutor.
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MONDAY MORNING VISITING A FRIEND
I had driven down that road often. The call had not prepared me for the sight before me today. I was a block away when the flames came into view. A quick prayer, Dear God, don't let anyone have been home.
The family: all 7 safe.
The home: totally lost.
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White or Teal?
Having bought the ticket months before, the day had finally arrived. His flight would be landing in one hour. Pondering three questions as I dressed; should I wear my wedding rings or leave them home?? Would he wear his ring?? Should I wear the white lace or teal lace panties??
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Creation Week - The Sequel
In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. In the middle, he let things run awhile on their own. In the end, he created anti-matter that neutralized heaven and earth, except for several thousand travel-sized Backgammon boards which floated in the void and amused him.
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Creation Week - The Sequel to the Sequel Involving Anti-Matter
Neutralization
In the end, God grew bored of looking at a universe of floating travel-sized Backgammon boards and recreated heaven and earth again without anyone noticing.
He later neutralized it again, allowing only a purple moped and a wax figure of Jackie O.
in an Oleg Cassini evening gown to survive.
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A Reasonable Find
"We've discovered a civilization from 9,000 bc," announced the elated Archaeologist to the symposium. "They constructed a 14 foot high pyramid containing approximately 300 half-ton stones. In an easily decipherable script, they wrote that it was the best they could do."
"It's about time," someone in the audience shouted.
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Stuff - An Operetta for Experimental Musical Theater
Living-room piled high with clothes, furniture, books, appliances, general life accumulations. Characters entirely blocked from view. Melody of libretto improvised.
Enter husband.
Husband: Honey, I'm home and I got more stuff.
Wife: More stuff!
Children: Daddy's got more stuff!
Repeat above for several hours or until rioting starts.
Exit all.
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A note from the librettist/composer: It is very important to bill the production ahead of
time as Don Giovanni.
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Someone of Such Disposition
David began to catalog all the images and ideas he had ever been exposed to. His hope was that in doing so, he could unearth the clues to what had transpired and then coallesced to leave him as someone of such disposition. |
