no_more_no_more yeah yeah no more of this i say to myself no more 040125 ... Keegan I used to say it when I was young.. I didn't want to die.. I wanted them to die.. why wouldn't they just die?! Why doesn't my plan ever work? Will I never prevail in anything I do?? Will ace stop hating me.. 040125 ... notme galore galore 040125 ... whitechocolatewalrus no_more or know_more? being the opposite of opposite a giraffe could be a sloth please, i don't remember how to splell know me know you no more of this druffle. 040125 ... yeah yeah take nothing back give nothing more 040130 ... notme http://www.kithfan.org/work/transcripts/five/coal.html Shoveling Coal Cast: Bruce--Previn Mark--Gregolt [Bruce and Mark are shoveling coal. Bruce stops.] Bruce: Gregolt. Gregolt. [Mark stops.] Bruce: I wish to speak to you now. Mark: But, Previn, we work in silence. Bruce: You are right. [Both start to shovel. Both stop.] Bruce: But, each day we work in silence. I can stand the silence no more. Mark: Each day we shovel fuel. Bruce: But, each day I feel the darkness. Each day I feel the blackness. Each day we shovel fuel to feed the furnace. Each day I work as hard as I can. Mark: You are a good worker. You are a better worker when you work in silence. [Both start to shovel. Both stop.] Bruce: Gregolt, it occurs to me this day that our work cannot stop the darkness. It cannot stop the blackness, the black hand that massages as I speak. Mark: But, each day we shovel fuel! Bruce: You are right. [Both start to shovel. Bruce stops.] Bruce: Ahheye! [Mark stops.] Mark: What is it? Bruce: You know--the sadness, the blackness--when will it end? Mark: [acts out shoveling motion] Heh heh eh? [Both start to shovel.] Bruce: Gregolt, [Bruce stops] what do you go home to? [Mark stops.] Mark: My wife, my child, my rooster. [Mark begins to shovel, Bruce waits.] Mark: What do you go home to? Bruce: Sadness. Silence. Darkness. Blackness. Mark: Each day we shovel fuel! Each day we work in silence! [Both start to shovel. Both stop.] Bruce: The silence is too loud. The darkness is too bright. It blinds me. It deafens me. I am left blind. I am left deaf, in the darkness, in the blackness. Mark: Why not try a little work, maybe that will help the blackness. Bruce: Am I to live in blackness? Mark: If it will help you work, yes. [Both start to shovel.] [Whistle blows; both stop.] Mark: Our shift has ended, maybe the blackness will end, too. Bruce: Maybe. [Two men enter, take shovels, throw one shovel-full in furnace. Whistle blows. The two men hand shovels back and leave.] Bruce: Our shift begins anew. Mark: Did you enjoy your time off? Bruce: There is no time off, not until I am crushed by the black hand. [Mark rolls his eyes. Both start to shovel.] Bruce: In the darkness. In the silence. In the sadness. In the blackness. 040130 ... monee that skit makes me laugh just reading it 041222 ... monee fin. 050109 ... rjein carson someone told me about the "sparks in the air" and i thought it had to do with armageddon. it pissed me off more than they took the cereal. 050109 ... somebody hit the road, jack, and don't you come back... 050205 ... .nom no more no more no more no more 050215 ... nomme) no no more 050710 ... nomme) nothing_me 050710 ... thieums No more, no more Voices in my head Telling me how bad I am No more, no more I know, I know... 070415 what's it to you? who go blather from