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A herd of females perched from far branches... (***FILLER***)
[A herd of females perched from far branches,
watched the madman bathe foolishly in cold waters.]
Girl #1: I don’t know, he’s scary...
Girl #2: He has long hair, and he reads poetry...
Girl #3: He doesn’t drink...
Girl #4: I heard he goes crazy on pot...
Girl #2: One day I followed him out into the far woods...
He didn’t see me... I hid, watching...
Girl #1: So what happened, did he do anything?
Girl #2: Well, he bent down to sniff something on the ground...
And then he was looking at these broken plants...
Then he rose and he looked up at the sky...
He started sniffing something in the air...
It was like... like he knew something that I didn’t...
Like something bad was about to happen...
Then he combed his hand through his hair several times,
And then he... he went over to this birch tree...
He started peeling off all this bark from it,
And he draped it over some branches of a tree nearby...
He kinda’ made a little house out of it...
He sat down under this, and, and just sat there...
Girl #1: Then what?
Girl #2: Well then it started to rain...
The skies, like, just collapsed on me...
I had to get back... it was pouring out...
Girl #3: Well, I heard he talks about God...
But he doesn’t go to any church...
Girl #4: He isn’t a vegetarian...
Girl #1: He doesn’t play for any teams...
Girl #2: I think he’s, like, really smart, or something...
He never tells anyone his test marks...
Girl #4: But is he shy?
Girl #2: I don’t know... he talks really loud...
Says really weird things at times...
Like he wants to be heard...
Girl #3: He’s a goof... but silent, and dark.
Girl #1: He didn’t have a girlfriend in junior high...
Girl #4: Oh, what a loser!
Girl #3: He just doesn’t get it...
[The madman finishes and quickly darts out of sight.
Leaves rustle and branches break. He appears behind
them, commanding their limbs into an ecstatic frenzy
of complex motions.]
Girl #2: How’d you know we were here?!
Madman: Could smell your cosmetics a mile away...
watched the madman bathe foolishly in cold waters.]
Girl #1: I don’t know, he’s scary...
Girl #2: He has long hair, and he reads poetry...
Girl #3: He doesn’t drink...
Girl #4: I heard he goes crazy on pot...
Girl #2: One day I followed him out into the far woods...
He didn’t see me... I hid, watching...
Girl #1: So what happened, did he do anything?
Girl #2: Well, he bent down to sniff something on the ground...
And then he was looking at these broken plants...
Then he rose and he looked up at the sky...
He started sniffing something in the air...
It was like... like he knew something that I didn’t...
Like something bad was about to happen...
Then he combed his hand through his hair several times,
And then he... he went over to this birch tree...
He started peeling off all this bark from it,
And he draped it over some branches of a tree nearby...
He kinda’ made a little house out of it...
He sat down under this, and, and just sat there...
Girl #1: Then what?
Girl #2: Well then it started to rain...
The skies, like, just collapsed on me...
I had to get back... it was pouring out...
Girl #3: Well, I heard he talks about God...
But he doesn’t go to any church...
Girl #4: He isn’t a vegetarian...
Girl #1: He doesn’t play for any teams...
Girl #2: I think he’s, like, really smart, or something...
He never tells anyone his test marks...
Girl #4: But is he shy?
Girl #2: I don’t know... he talks really loud...
Says really weird things at times...
Like he wants to be heard...
Girl #3: He’s a goof... but silent, and dark.
Girl #1: He didn’t have a girlfriend in junior high...
Girl #4: Oh, what a loser!
Girl #3: He just doesn’t get it...
[The madman finishes and quickly darts out of sight.
Leaves rustle and branches break. He appears behind
them, commanding their limbs into an ecstatic frenzy
of complex motions.]
Girl #2: How’d you know we were here?!
Madman: Could smell your cosmetics a mile away...
Published 28th Jun 2016
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This feels like Tom Sawyer.
That's Rush, not Samuel Clemens. Hit me up if you're ever in Seattle or nearby. We'll hike and toke, prolly collaboratively write or podcast something that leads to the First Amendment being revoked. Fuck it; that's one cool trip before the shit goes down.
That's Rush, not Samuel Clemens. Hit me up if you're ever in Seattle or nearby. We'll hike and toke, prolly collaboratively write or podcast something that leads to the First Amendment being revoked. Fuck it; that's one cool trip before the shit goes down.
Damn righteous. A road trip might just be in order. I just first gotta deal with a term of work and some musical matters and fall in love with a coworker until all desolation and devastation reduces it to the inevitable rubbles, and so maybe then in late november I'll put a few hundred into vehicle roadworthiness and head out...
18th May 2018 10:19pm
11th Jul 2016 3:38am
Oh I just love this piece. It is so fitting to be placed by the spiritual seriousness of the previous piece...
Oh just the sheer sarcastic insolence of the survival madman...
Oh just the sheer sarcastic insolence of the survival madman...
