Sketch
Sins of our fathers
Schizophrenic Germany
Lead to left side unintensionally without cut off realized break oh the complexity of it dear!
Peacegirl authority as morally mandated assurance and others
Logoanalysis frankel , encode decode
Faustian trick
Composite, cyclic paradigmn
Niet Che and the kid
Solomon judgement solved by me no uber alles waaaay back 2012 as belafekete et all parts played
Failed actor. Left turn here
David reisman cut off method in vanishing adolescent
And she goes,
“I rely on the kindness of strangers” as some studio 54 starlet would say…
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Matryoshka dolls , zen, Ying yang , mind control,
Colonial repression, familiar patterns of organization, social organization, & the politics of experience, and other summer readings that has to occur from an inner photo impression, rather then taking incessant pictures by others to remind one where they are coming from
(And why capitalism’s victims need to grin and Bear it)
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Lookin’ for jet plane on tarmac tomorrow.
Haven’t seen splendoring leaves fallin’ on gentle slopin’ brightly shaded meadow fer numbers of decades now.
Minnesnota back then had some, but I her that nottin like new England autumn.
(Just try in to get a fitting voice like southern bellis, surprised by spendors in grass.
But ain’t help in with me’ reluctance bout flyin’ since that time back, way fore got hi in 60’s.
Her late Rita Franklin was quite reserved bout it too, took train every chance she had, stead of circling miles hi IP there.
(Violet Tryon to find hirself after loosing voice and characuter on a fixed role way before he she became tiny bit clearer
violet bit better, and ceaser- ceasorina vastly bested…ever.
Such palette of colors, approach on tip toes, and then don’t.entangle in role fer, you might play it for real.
(Just try in to make sense Californi styll.
The rest hop in to be purely descriptive.gotta live it to believe it.
Now: remember playing ‘The Stranger’ over and over again, to get back there to that new enhlandish purity no lost for ever, at least from this point.
Saw Loretta Young in a cathedral that was to become a confessional baroque, for a very long time, and she became disconcerted when she looked back met eye to eye.
Much later saw her entombed in an unmarked grave . Edward G Robinson was the eye, private and haunting to expose the chilling black and white past of lost innocence.
(Dropping phonetic phony southern bell talk, just try in it out, as the coming suggestive modus of gay lib on the horizon. Stonewalled erections hidden away in putrid aired late night gilded balconies of reminiscent first pleasures, taken advantage by old queens hunting for chicken.
& now fanfare and loud trumpets marching to the tune of
6 characters in search of an author.
1St character foot in mouth squeels in utter delight.
2and character praying and ejecting some octopus juice and octimom embrios almost full term
3Rd character in chartreuse minipants: I wanna win a prize now any prize before eviction so that can call my old man in for a lasting supper
Fourth character: i’d be darned i’d go to town without the chewing tobacco
Fifth and next to last character whistling against the wind
Last but not least character :
Don’t really know what to do or where to go …m
No b-day knows the trouble i’be seem. nobody knows but Jesus
And the guy thinking he won, collapses with the last words on through puffered up cheeks:
I thought there was still some competition going on
(Meanwhile from waasaaaaay back a normally stand down guy drifts in through the exit signed door , has the last laugh.
"No shit "
Feering a practical mistake , and reasserting the real need of being an idiot, he admitted the story title a mistake, and instead called:
Turned on a dime, 6 authors in search of a character, better fit.