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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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