epitome of incomprehensibility
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A half_asleep_thoughts play. Sort of like half_asleep_thoughts dialogue. All half_asleep_thoughts belong to the minds of their thinkers. Scene 1: Planning for Airplanes (raze sits at the edge of the stage, narrating as nr walks on) raze: today is the best day of her life, because she's planning for airplanes. nr: pilot pipe dreams. and if you won't be a pilot... leave me alone. raze (looking surprised): i'm not planning on jumpers again. nr: internal jumping around with people? raze (shakes head): i get paid to carry an extra heart inside me. nr (shrugs): that’s just a coronated system. Scene 2: Loosie-Doosies, or The Attack of the Vanilla Pudding (nr stands at the front, holding a microphone as if she's making an announcment to a school assembly) nr: this year, they have years called loosie-doosies. (past rushes in) past (breathless): there's been an affinity bouncing in my mind for years, but this morning it clicked: baby poo smells like vanilla pudding. (rushes away, pursued by flying vanilla pudding) raze (nodding): you'll make a good run. i'll give you five minutes. (he waits five seconds) raze (stands up and shakes his fist at the flying pudding): unfit paste from above! nr (also addressing the pudding): fuck you, mr. asshole and your returns. you know who i am. raze (as the last of the pudding departs from sight): come to the seven-degree unreleased outhouse! (tender_square enters) tender_square (gravely): the thoughts from these seven gives blindness. raze (loftily): twenty-five percent of whatever the full number is comes out to seventeen exactly. nr: 1... 2... 3... MATH! (a calculator appears in her hands) nr: one-two... one-two. more power to the book of one. raze: calculated, tunnelated ... are you sure? tender_square (gazes at the calculator with reverence): it gave me expansiveness. it gave me rubying. raze (nods): ruby dart. (looks sadly at the machine and says, voice low) could have been a decent diamond if you would have been a farm or farmer.
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