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a Play
so here we are in love with ourselves,
misery it past and is the infamous fantasy
sort of like hearing intuition

nice head shot ken

C1 C2


Costume for c1 and c2 is white faces with normal lips. ..

Act one
Tom on a bed center stage. An easel holding a window stage left. C2 and C1 leaning in arch pose ((c1 and c2 inner arms are extended between them,, they look like they are holding each other up.) behind Tom

Wandering outside of body gives balance.
a gray light dawn ethereal dreaming
awoke a sense; to include forms despairing,
bathed in rain
disenchanted to day thoughts
await a last gasp
I can not see.
Faces knowing life’s end immediate.
Children receiving the punishment of aged history’s forgetfulness. Parents driven to slavery hours or a heart’s crying guilt. Stories come to decisions made in transient conscious escapes.. there is only yourself to save.
what liberty the mind is to roam freely.

awakening to find out there was no reason
to sleep
how she could of
stayed awake and listened to the early
morning birds and watched as the last of the night shifted a crossed the sky..

what would endless beauty give when even
Beauty in a violent age is short lived.

to what .. Just to ..
to react?

Tom (alternate lines)
To what.. beauty I would see as a grand human nature God unalone, mine. for it is all as right to find . A training is from living.
What conscious I create invokes facts I dream and there is to dream falling in line with ghosts and meditation. Oh what workings the conscious body to change and grow. but while endless are the verses composed to nature we still live our fears controlled by ourselves!

So easily do you talk.
So easy are the words
so ready from your lips
but not even you
can listen..

I heard about movements
in time
reacting to Humanities intermixture with technology.
personal evolution leads to decisive actions.

pearls to pigs

Characters Freeze

Welcome the invisible
Act Two
Tom is sleeping on bed. C1 is holding C2 without touching, any closer and they
would look like they are making love.

For the first lines c1 remains motionless until “and onto more infamous temptations.” where he almost closes his hug of c2.

Banter our wills
joy and delight
and onto more
infamous temptations

Slipping under c1 grasp she escapes to the front of the stage for the rest of the act c1 and c2 move around stage an approach and escape.

Digesting Freedom, are you.

starts in his sleep.. rolling ,, no snoring..

Yes partly. Romancing while the odds stand to enact more futile futures. Goal tripping opportunism fashion, combined into a nilistic fascism .. served cold.
The incredible edible me..

MOTION c1 moves to c2. they start to move together.. his hand sweeping the length of her body .hers comes up from the bottom. of his waist. flows up ,, then down. Each are holding the other if the other was a lot thicker than they really are. IE holding Auras. ….

MOTION. c1 and c2 look over the crowd the infinity of the back of the house horizon line,, or choose group of people and deliver lines at them,, but never react to them,, or show any acknowledgement…. these notes are to be used as broad definitions to performance plotting… nothing in stone..)

Did you want to make adventure out of thought ..

Speaking out from his dream.
Love! liberty, freedom.

You still staring at my reflection instead of me.

Past is within touch, inherent sensuality, picking apart emotions vision.

there is so much to see within.

If only you would . letting to cast asunder the lies of romance.
if…… maybe….. we could make each others spirits soar . an independence commitment.

What my other would for global peace in eyes and education.
Our twinned waters, calmed knowing love’s first transcendence.

C2 and C1

But What ends
the lie
to that which
is trained into body.
You. Me. to forgive the molestations of flesh.

it is only to passion to have security.

equaling the forgetting .

Sane daily forgetting

let us fantasize that we care,
You become my dream
, Equaling ecstasy to touch.
Changing day

to a day with you.
Can you answer my loneliness, Should I ask you to.
What power trust it s own to live.
Hunger asks little to be fed.

Working emotions into sculptures Clay and mortar
Building. Yes but to love? To know. You would. For I do.

Bubbles and Wine all the time mantras, I soaked to splendor and let you desire me.
I watch like a sensual power is logic this life created.. For me, it has been sodemy to spirit un washable guilt . waste, emptiness and deniability..
for I am to me what I give to others.

once you let go
all can follow..

Sex is the closest teacher of spirit after dreaming.

Singing our fathers to sleep
Act 4

Has day made you feel

More angry then violent

looking at audience
Are we you

Answering loyalty
with property.

What past a touch suggests,

taken from touch
given in touch

Absorbing a caring.

You hurt me.

Defiled innocence.

fuck me fraudulent, pretending, witting first privacies a forever first touch
and then Release …no love and only denial.. Day dreams and delicacies folded and tossed into the street. secrets to find later as more of the eternal same.
in Quiet watches. gathering shoes and socks .

leaving nothing behind

nothing given is nothing lost..

Nothing is
the definition of spiritual materialism.
as energy and emotion ooze.

All ways released is to much
Act 5
There is a bottle and a table next to bed..
MOTION- c1 and c2 stand in arch pose

Violence has become again a stand for religion

Where you felt me, and escaped

Yes but I compose that to economics.
My size rather than security.
How helpless we seem to mechanics.

( moving up stage )
Smiling simply
I found an orange ball
bouncing it gave me pleasure, then
hitting a pebble it juggled the ball into choosing path by rampant gravities, Knowing I was to follow.

to kill raised
images only older trainings , hatred Crying tortured Shame. Faces with destruction, Release.
Is a question of sanity.

Mood swings developed menstruation, blood warning death, The ball hits an angle down into an alley

C1 and C2
(moving back together into the stand with joined hands.)
Do you know how many lies it takes to create an adventure?

C1 noticing c2…

There are all sides, I once met a man who was an addict, prostituted himself even as others would look into his crystal blue eyes.

He replaced them

He replaced them
he replaced to much

Have you shot heroin, tried LSD
have you disconnected.

Why should you ask?

Of, Course I have done everything in my power to forget through body, soul and warmed subconscious

I have lived sex each definition followed further and further into path .. but it is hard, Feeling forever. There is present sometime lost . where I will to follow desire,
A present of soul Where I hid.
oh walking impertinent.
to ask
and then
what tears for an aloof mind
waiting out the length of time; that is ….. never.

to enjoy a moment take s
eyes unsaturated by convention.

A moment is death.

Channel Five did show on that.

Media shall lead

MOTION c1 and c2 come together again in the pose of the arch . during the tom monologue

I saw a golf cart flying through the air
asking not of gravity
only ways of purchase.
I saw life crushed ,
over Heroin and hot nights, pleading to glass eyes
to further their imprisonments with a hand shake, Bought for prices , determined to waste.
brought on by illusions of mystics and rampant personal evolution, selling enlightenment one death at a time, celebrations told.
I would with eyes affixed away.
Remember heart asking only for follow though
A new years mourning
Latin fight
crack whore girl friend.
Romance abounds , not.
broken spread legged bedside manor.
Combing my hair in her eyes red haloed.

Coke , ouch kindness to uselessness,
Oh for the reverse would ask.
Champaign for everyone,

( Shaking. Getting c1 and tom looking at her.
as c2 changes personalities into the next lines She walks over the the bottle makes sure there is something in it.. flaunting her sex knowingly)

I drink enough to kill and will steal your wallet for pills.
I stare down sex to remember family
It stops your heart deadly..
this little conversations, Let talk.
to belittle is to survive..
to laugh the cold convictions of vampirtic passions
All interest made to mirth
yours, mine
and then to corrosiveness.
I Watch them watch me

MOTION c1 comes up and arua dances with c2 behind he supportive
when I want …
but while sorting self seen into .
Seen self,
Your attentions. Your possession of me. with power being to demanding more…fair exchange for a house cat.

I touch you in traumatic memory, cant you see that,
Oh endless depth
I stare into
but not from you
Older stories to make absent
one from the act.

Innocence violated, are yet keys. .a
Forced conscious change,
subconscious desires equaled find respect.
oh trauma one.. imagine , the right of passage you have to enlightenment.

c1, c2, and tom

transcendence is understood
by victims.

And why I stand to know deaths woven covers.

Thank you for reading.
Force the hand to fail or rise..
as man can by
abnormal powers of belief..

so many trees
into the field

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