CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
there is nothing
there is nothing
saying there's nothign doesn't illustrate that there's nothing
because I'm still saying something
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YOU CAN'T ILLUSTRATE NOTHING WITH WORDS
because words are something
and well have the same words
and words have meaning to people
(not to me because I'm not a perosn)
so when I use words it means something ot others
form their point of view
(not mine)
you can't illustrate nothing with something
words have meaning
nothing his meaning
so words are too mcuh
neeed
less
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should just kill myself
THAT is thoen ly way you'd undersnddSTAND
that's why people kill themselvessssssss
I've figured it out
people kill themselves to make a statemen
they're so frusrated
they won't wsomoen to understandddddddd
but you can only understand if you're the same
and most peo[ple aren't the same
and they try to explain
but they can't
impotent rage
then can't SHOW anything
so they fucking kill themslef the bastards
no
not bastards
just fed-up
they're like "OKAY, I'LL KILL MYSELF, NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME"?
of course they're dead then so they don't get any understanding
because they don't exist anymore to be UDNDERESTOOD
they are just temprorary forms
just like you
I supposesssssssss
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PLAY
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(A woman walks onto stage wearing oven mits.)
Woman: Where is my oven? Has anyone seen my oven?
(A man walks onto stage wearing a comedy top hat. He tips it at the audience and winks.)
Man: Hello there lady, are you looking for something?
Woman: Oh, hello there.
(She courtesies to the man. He winks at the audience again.)
Man: Haha, no need for that. What have you lost, darling?
Woman: My oven.
Man: Ah, I suppose you cook in that, do you?
Woman: As is the style.
Man: As is the style. Well, you're in luck. I have an oven in my nose. I could give it to you.
Woman: For free?
Man: Yes, I would give it to you for free.
Woman: Oh thank you! Most men wouldn't do that.
Man: No?
Woman: No. They'd make me sleep with them first.
Man: Those bastards. I'm a homosexual anyway.
Woman: Oh, really?
Man: Yes. Gay as a kite.
(He winks at the audience.)
Woman: I see.
Man: Don't try to turn me, haha.
(She unbuttons her shirt.)
Woman: No?
Man: Hmm. Those are nice. Breasty.
Woman: Feel them. They're so real.
(He touches her breasts.)
Man: Oh my. My feet aren't touching the ground.
Woman: Let's go.
(The curtain drops. A minute later it rises and they are lying naked in bed together. The sheets are only covering their feet.)
Man: That was amazing.
Woman: Thank you. You are only the twenty seventh man I've done that with.
Man: Is that all?
Woman: I have a full kitchen usually. Hang on...
Man: What?
Woman: There's...there's no oven up your nose.
Man: Haha.
Woman: FUCK.
(The pulls an axe out from under the bed.)
Man: Wait!
Woman: FUCK FUCK FUCK.
(She brutally murders the man for real live on stage. The curtain falls abruptly. She jumps out from behind it and attacks various audience members with her axe.)
Woman: IS THIS ALL LIFE FUCKING IS? A SHITTY PLAY THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE? FUCKING NON SEQUITUR AFTER NON SEQUITEU? IS THAT ALL? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
(An armed police officer runs in and shoots her in both breasts. She runs at him with the axe without falling. He shoots her between the eyes.)
Police Officer: Sensless. Bloody senseless.
(He turns the gun on himself. FADE TO BLACK. IT WAS A MOVIE ALL ALONG, NOT A PLAY. SWERVE!)
there is nothing
saying there's nothign doesn't illustrate that there's nothing
because I'm still saying something
you can't illustartgtrlnk words withsf
y
sdf
you can't illustrate word=
dfsggggggggggggggggggggg
YOU CAN'T ILLUSTRATE NOTHING WITH WORDS
because words are something
and well have the same words
and words have meaning to people
(not to me because I'm not a perosn)
so when I use words it means something ot others
form their point of view
(not mine)
you can't illustrate nothing with something
words have meaning
nothing his meaning
so words are too mcuh
neeed
less
____----
should just kill myself
THAT is thoen ly way you'd undersnddSTAND
that's why people kill themselvessssssss
I've figured it out
people kill themselves to make a statemen
they're so frusrated
they won't wsomoen to understandddddddd
but you can only understand if you're the same
and most peo[ple aren't the same
and they try to explain
but they can't
impotent rage
then can't SHOW anything
so they fucking kill themslef the bastards
no
not bastards
just fed-up
they're like "OKAY, I'LL KILL MYSELF, NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME"?
of course they're dead then so they don't get any understanding
because they don't exist anymore to be UDNDERESTOOD
they are just temprorary forms
just like you
I supposesssssssss
_---
_______________________
PLAY
__________________--
(A woman walks onto stage wearing oven mits.)
Woman: Where is my oven? Has anyone seen my oven?
(A man walks onto stage wearing a comedy top hat. He tips it at the audience and winks.)
Man: Hello there lady, are you looking for something?
Woman: Oh, hello there.
(She courtesies to the man. He winks at the audience again.)
Man: Haha, no need for that. What have you lost, darling?
Woman: My oven.
Man: Ah, I suppose you cook in that, do you?
Woman: As is the style.
Man: As is the style. Well, you're in luck. I have an oven in my nose. I could give it to you.
Woman: For free?
Man: Yes, I would give it to you for free.
Woman: Oh thank you! Most men wouldn't do that.
Man: No?
Woman: No. They'd make me sleep with them first.
Man: Those bastards. I'm a homosexual anyway.
Woman: Oh, really?
Man: Yes. Gay as a kite.
(He winks at the audience.)
Woman: I see.
Man: Don't try to turn me, haha.
(She unbuttons her shirt.)
Woman: No?
Man: Hmm. Those are nice. Breasty.
Woman: Feel them. They're so real.
(He touches her breasts.)
Man: Oh my. My feet aren't touching the ground.
Woman: Let's go.
(The curtain drops. A minute later it rises and they are lying naked in bed together. The sheets are only covering their feet.)
Man: That was amazing.
Woman: Thank you. You are only the twenty seventh man I've done that with.
Man: Is that all?
Woman: I have a full kitchen usually. Hang on...
Man: What?
Woman: There's...there's no oven up your nose.
Man: Haha.
Woman: FUCK.
(The pulls an axe out from under the bed.)
Man: Wait!
Woman: FUCK FUCK FUCK.
(She brutally murders the man for real live on stage. The curtain falls abruptly. She jumps out from behind it and attacks various audience members with her axe.)
Woman: IS THIS ALL LIFE FUCKING IS? A SHITTY PLAY THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE? FUCKING NON SEQUITUR AFTER NON SEQUITEU? IS THAT ALL? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
(An armed police officer runs in and shoots her in both breasts. She runs at him with the axe without falling. He shoots her between the eyes.)
Police Officer: Sensless. Bloody senseless.
(He turns the gun on himself. FADE TO BLACK. IT WAS A MOVIE ALL ALONG, NOT A PLAY. SWERVE!)