Saturday, May 14, 2016

You're Not A Soda, Miranda (Act III will take some time)

MIRANDA
"I admired you. You were all to me. Then I found out you named me after a soda."

PROSPERO
"Mirinda is a soft drink from Spain, Miranda. Don't worry--you're something more special than that. Riverfr0zen, my magic robes, please."

RIVERFR0ZEN
Here, art your Ariels.

PROSPERO
I don't want shruggery. No cynicism. My magic is too powerful.

RIVERFR0ZEN
I shall begin to sing a song, then fall asleep, then wake up and continue whereupon I had previously stopped.

PROSPERO
Yes. You do that, and I will be very charming to usurpers. Show them my sleepy spirit.

RIVERFR0ZEN
Show me wherever. On whatever device


PROSPERO

And Why have we stopped speaking within speech quotes?


RIVERFR0ZEN
Ah. The Tempest. Are you going to make a very long speech that I will be expected to hark?
 

PROSPERO
I am preparing my long speech now. You will read and understand everything.


RIVERFR0ZEN
(At the audience)
This is
meant for you, not for cold hearted and dispassionate sleeping spirits.

Act II (Two) Two Of The Tempest

UNKNOWN
(Seated)
"Juventus! Score! See me run to dance upon such cans of beer this very replay. Re-play! I fist my screen in euphoria."


PROSPERO
"Hooligan. Uncouth son of swaggered sow. This is how you see the sport? Remaining so Unknown?"

UNKNOWN
"Gentle, sir, don't expect me a Ferdinand for your fodder. Witness: Goals met!"

PROSPERO
"You don't know how to write your best feelings. All you know is traipsing."

UNKNOWN
"Juventus just blew Milan away. Tell me about your best feelings."

PROSPERO
"Your blood is drain'd to my cell. You do not know how to prosper."
"Be less unknown, you river of merely words. Know thyself!"

Riverfr0zen
Looks like you've coldly dealt me here. Can't I freeze entire oceans toward entrenched vessels?"

PROSPERO
"I, Milan, have been malfunctioned, dear flow of freeze! Your encounter is a pathway which I art! My Ariel, please."

Riverfr0zen@Ariel
"Release me."

PROSPERO
"Entirely. Soon. But I have some small ways I'd communicate."

MIRANDA Enters:
"Father, why am I a soda?"

Monday, May 9, 2016

Dreameries

Ghosts sometimes come and visit me. <-- This is a request, not a statement of fact.

Sometimes you come over (not every time, otherwise people would notice).

I want to be invisible. Immersed. Entangled. A delivery of focus. A marriage of madness.  Enough figurative speech.

Your claws, upon my hand. Tearing minuscule wounds, so causing blood to emerge. Then the band aids.

The help. The gauze. The cute smile and wink. An envelope of persuasion, to persist. To live.