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[ahfukit]

Barely A Moron
presents

Bad Spanish Theatre

Fee-lixx...

(Pausing, drooped in despond. Slowly his belly rises, convulses, erupts)

FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-LIXX!

(The courtyard is saturated with man-vomit, the vile pungent liquid somehow cleanses the fetid square. Our eyes rise slowly up a riddled facade, over the first, past the second, to the third, floor, a lissome arm extends a shutter, a curtain of grey water leaps out...)

O-mi-God, mi-Padre, Padre-cito-mio... I-am-RE-DEEEEEMED!

(The courtyard resounds with his wretched sobs, his fists knit together and strangle his prayer. Far above, as vivid as space can attend, space attends, and then)

Go away, pendejo, I am stoned...

[Felix del Campo]

Written in the great tradition of nanoplays. The images, while revolting, speak to my condition: a slave in wealth bondage who feels compelled to say that he's redeemed by the vomit of his CEO.

[ahfukit]

Saw this again tonight. Found that I wasn't wrapping my mind around it. Realized I hadn't the first time either. Maybe a nonoplay would help. I donno.

[Felix del Campo]

Saw the Frontline episode the other night. Very disturbing. Wondered about Olga (who trafficked women from Odessa to Istanbul) and how she managed to sleep with herself. Then I started wondering about my own lame rationalizations.

[Pookie]

(This is the bit bucket, right? Good.)

[Sally Wilde]

Anything goes at the Naughty Bits Internet Café.

[ahfukit]

Hey slackers! a.mole's falling all over himself here. Let's go fuck him up.

[a.mole]

Is there anything that shined reflections at an angle before glass, polished metal, and water?

[The Countess Apraxina]

Eyeballs, crystals, polished stone, polished leather, dragonfly wings, money plant leaves, butter? (But not before water, if this is a trick question.)

[ahfukit]

Momma, I'm in love. (Hold still, baby. Marlon, pass the butter.)

[a.mole]

Mr. fukit. You realize of course that this could be a real lady, someone who channels giving rather well? Perhaps you should introduce yourself more genteel-ly, eh? ah? fukit?

[ahfukit]

Mother? Ms. Baby? (Cut it out, Marlon!)

[Felix del Campo]

Captain Charity is blowing hard about the Countess at White Courtesy Telephone. And you're right, Mr. mole, she's a proper lady.

[ahfukit]

My apologies, Madame or Miss. My buddies often say 'be quiet' to me. You should, too, if you please. Your response was beautiful and so is your... presence. Presumptuously, now (since I am suffered wherever I go) I say, "Welcome!" The monkey house is quite capacious.

[ahfukit]

(Fench ranslation courtesy googoo)

Mes excuses, Madame ou Mlle. Mes copains disent souvent que « être tranquille » à moi. Vous devriez, aussi, si vous svp. Votre réponse était belle et ainsi est votre… présence. Presumptuously, maintenant (puisque je suis souffert là où moi vais) je dis, « accueillir ! » La maison de singe est tout à fait vaste.

[ahfukit]

As The World We Want Turns
presents

Corporal Punishment

(No stage. No players. It is everywhere.)

DONT - EVER - LET - ME - CATCH - YOU - TELLING - THE - TRUTH!

OW - OW - OW - OW - OW - OW - OW - OW - OK!

[laugh track, rising under, continuing after, for the rest of our fucking lives]

[The Happy Tutor]

The truth of wealth bondage is top secret. The truth is strictly need to know. Those who leak the truth to the press and the press if they pubish it are traitors to wealth bondage.

[ahfukit]

The proximate void, ah yes.    Hello!    Yes yes yes,  hello...

I watched a portion of the recent Dylan bio No Direction Home last night (I'd seen the whole thing before.) One of the Clancy Bros reminisces about the young Bob showing up in Greenwich Village and always being underfoot in the barroom. He says with a laugh, "He always seemed to be there," indicating at his elbow. "You wanted to to tell him 'Go 'way!'" he said, smiling at the memory.

What a big robust fellow he was/is. Anyway, they're talking to the now Bob and he's talking about the Clancy Bro, and he says, "Clancy was philosophical, deep. After about 40 guiness he would come off with these gems," stops to think:

Remember, Bob. No fear, no envy, no meanness.

Bob smiles, rocking yes, his eyebrows raise...

[Bertrand-Honoré Lapingaroux]

Bob smiles, rocking yes, his eyebrows raise...

Posted by: ahfukit | August 14, 2006 at 10:16 PM

Get out of here, and take filthy beast of a mole with you! This is a blog for refined thinking. We study texts and use the very finest hermeneutics here.

[Miss Dixie Moline]

I visit because one day I believe we will all be invited to appear on a TV talk show.

[Bertrand-Honoré Lapingaroux]

Miss Dixie? If I may be permitted the temerity, would you care to read a Text with me? I have a skill with hermeneutics that has found much favor with the ladies in the salons of my home country.

[Bob Orendorff]

'Dual' Dixie?  Is that you?

[ahfukit]

Mais oui, lapin. But can you brush your teeth with it?

Grrrrrr... Rowr Rowr Rowr!!

Mad laughter.

[ahfukit]

Don't worry mole. He is puffed but flaccid.

[Bertrand-Honoré Lapingaroux]

Flaccid?! I am the hermeneutic avenger. It will be a pleasure to deconstruct you and the disreputable mole. Even as I type, I am preparing a presentation that will shatter your pretensions.