Morning, folks.
It's another beautiful, stifling day here in Missouri... Should be about 100 degrees today. Only 2 rehearsals left before opening night! Time flies.
*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)
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I actually wrote the whole play myself. ^-^; And I got to perform it.
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Phantom: You would never understand, Suealin. It would make no sense to you.
Suealin: It would make more sense than you think. What happened to you? Why must you walk unseen upon these streets, trudging along like you do?
Phantom: ... It was long ago, Suealin. It was a time of darkness, a hissing, spitting darkness. Many were slaughtered for the mere fun of the kill. Buried 6 feet under by teary eyed, angered, and now misery-ridden women and children. Something snapped in the hearts of many. Something... once kindness, once comfort, once love. Rage boiled up and up from all people that it seemed like with every breath you took in, you could smell it. It was the need for revenge, to avenge those many casualties. And then summer came. That horrible, horrible, dry, wretched summer. That's when it all begun. The wars. I can clearly remember the cannon fires, the screams of men and the tears of wives and children. That summer brought terrible, corrupt things. Those not in war were clearly warned: Don't go south. Go too far south, you will find yourself a victim of southern hospitality. Or be sure you're not seen.
But those stubborn, stupid people traveled south anyways... And got themselves killed. In... in many, er... creative ways, let's just put it that way. I'm not entirely sure why all this happened, or how it started. It just happened that every day, new people were destroyed, their lives taken by a people of misrepresentation. I'm not sure why mankind turned this way: Savage, unmerciful, a thirst for the kill, and corrupt. Very corrupt. These streets, once clean and blood-less are now a road of annihilation leading to much worse, much more vulgar things... But Suealin... I can vaguely remember purity, a light guiding all of us. What happened to those days? Where has that earth gone?
I can remember, Suealin, how I died. Fire, was it? Yes, it was fire. Fire. A blaze, an untameable enemy with a contemptible heat, able to take down anything in its way. Nothing, no one can tame fire. It licks away at everything, biting at the ones running. The one I was killed by later took his own life. I, now bound by chains, am forced to drag this pain upon me every day. Everyone bears terrible burdens now-a-days, and when another burden is added, there is another link to the chain. And at death, there is a metal box that weighs more than a thousand bricks. As a spirit, if you cannot find rest, these chains are furled to your wrist, and you drag them on and on. Suealin, Find a way to avoid the south. I do not care how you do it, I don't care what it takes. Just avoid the south. Terrible things are coming again. And much, much worse this time.
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I tripped up in the middle part, but yeah. I wrote le monologue.
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Phantom: You would never understand, Suealin. It would make no sense to you.
Suealin: It would make more sense than you think. What happened to you? Why must you walk unseen upon these streets, trudging along like you do?
Phantom: ... It was long ago, Suealin. It was a time of darkness, a hissing, spitting darkness. Many were slaughtered for the mere fun of the kill. Buried 6 feet under by teary eyed, angered, and now misery-ridden women and children. Something snapped in the hearts of many. Something... once kindness, once comfort, once love. Rage boiled up and up from all people that it seemed like with every breath you took in, you could smell it. It was the need for revenge, to avenge those many casualties. And then summer came. That horrible, horrible, dry, wretched summer. That's when it all begun. The wars. I can clearly remember the cannon fires, the screams of men and the tears of wives and children. That summer brought terrible, corrupt things. Those not in war were clearly warned: Don't go south. Go too far south, you will find yourself a victim of southern hospitality. Or be sure you're not seen.
But those stubborn, stupid people traveled south anyways... And got themselves killed. In... in many, er... creative ways, let's just put it that way. I'm not entirely sure why all this happened, or how it started. It just happened that every day, new people were destroyed, their lives taken by a people of misrepresentation. I'm not sure why mankind turned this way: Savage, unmerciful, a thirst for the kill, and corrupt. Very corrupt. These streets, once clean and blood-less are now a road of annihilation leading to much worse, much more vulgar things... But Suealin... I can vaguely remember purity, a light guiding all of us. What happened to those days? Where has that earth gone?
I can remember, Suealin, how I died. Fire, was it? Yes, it was fire. Fire. A blaze, an untameable enemy with a contemptible heat, able to take down anything in its way. Nothing, no one can tame fire. It licks away at everything, biting at the ones running. The one I was killed by later took his own life. I, now bound by chains, am forced to drag this pain upon me every day. Everyone bears terrible burdens now-a-days, and when another burden is added, there is another link to the chain. And at death, there is a metal box that weighs more than a thousand bricks. As a spirit, if you cannot find rest, these chains are furled to your wrist, and you drag them on and on. Suealin, Find a way to avoid the south. I do not care how you do it, I don't care what it takes. Just avoid the south. Terrible things are coming again. And much, much worse this time.
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I tripped up in the middle part, but yeah. I wrote le monologue.
Hey, eenie. Gonna be hot and humid here. Sourland mowed lawn this AM and is now chilling down. By the way, I was in ROTC in college - HATED drills in this kind 0f weather. (also hated drills with a hangover
, bu that's another story.)
Em is trying to catch up on what we've been up to...I see that Em has been lurking. (GO TO THE DENTIST!). She is going to beat me when she feels better.
Uhh, I've been using the salt shaker. Is that bad? It's seasalt.
Do I have to do everything around here?!? Step away from the moat, this is going to require large quantities of salt, the specific gravity is off.
It's a pretty big salt shaker.
Notice that we are 'almost there'.
Notice that we are 'almost there'.
Ok, I was going to try to catch up first, but I'm still sick and grumpy so *%#! it.
Em has been sick, grumpy, and there's 16 turkey poults in my bathroom...
Em has been sick, grumpy, and there's 16 turkey poults in my bathroom...
Turkey poults?
Em,
You do realize that you have officially gone mad, now, don't you?
Have they imprinted on you yet?
You do realize that you have officially gone mad, now, don't you?
Have they imprinted on you yet?
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Wait, how did Sour know about the dentist?!?
Mine! Yes, this is mine, all mine
Post number 12,000 in this our magnificent hi-jack. Two more days to our birthday. Amazing how far a little nonsense can be stretched.
Post number 12,000 in this our magnificent hi-jack. Two more days to our birthday. Amazing how far a little nonsense can be stretched.
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