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Freaks: The Musical

NEXT THING FOUR PINHEADS in nightgowns come prancing out. Aren’t they adorable. A round for Pip, Zip, Dip, & Nip. Curtsey left, sashay right, yes, now pull back the curtains with your teeth…

So. Pale Jesse was late. Round noon he nearly dislodged another rib trying to hold in a sneeze. Sundown he still hadn’t found the bug in the code he was working on. And the stray dog he followed on the way. Being a full moon, he was curious. Anyway what he thought he was looking for was a run-down theater building or maybe a school auditorium, but what it turned out to be, actually, was a big tent, which made sense. White with red stripes. Aie, a giant pepper-tent, briefly lapsing into the leprechaun-on-helium character he used to do. There was one candy-colored stripe bleeding light, seemed to saying, hey, dummy, in here. He found a slit and went through sideways and took a seat in the back. No one really noticed, and the stage was still dark.

Spotlight: Man-Boy in penguin-sized tux.

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Lesser Known Witches of Denmark

A plane flies over at 30,000 feet. Not the first time. We’ve seen it all before. Some of us first hand— and to one passenger in first class sipping his bottomless Mimosa, having another, reclining at a Virgin Airlines exclusive forty-five degree angle, staring with bull eyes through cotton windows as those precious stock symbols of his tick by, watching someone else’s dollar fly into a hungry engine wing as if being shredded, as if being pureed solely for his amusement, juiced, from cash to kale, taking it in with but a grin, and from where he’s sittin’ it looks, well, from there it probably doesn’t look like much down here at all. Or does it, Captain? Au mais contraire, from here, ground zero, my hammock clinging with dear life to the limb of a ripe banana tree, every fruit whispering pick me, pick me, all eyes peeled on the infinite ripples forming over a Pacific-fed, saltwater stream who’s current stimulation is supplied thoughtlessly by the trope of water nymphs hanging out on lily pads a gently blowing— yes, from here, from where I’m laying it all looks pretty good indeed—looks to me like all I could ever want or need. Sure is peaceful, I think, but it’s peace having taken the most provocative of form I’ve ever seen. No love lost here—

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The Tragedy of How I Relate to Whiplash

There’s a scene in Whiplash that totally hit me. Nothing to do with drumming. It was where the main guy meets the sweet girl he’s been dating for coffee and explains why they should stop seeing each other. He does this even though he really likes her and enjoys being with her…

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My Problem with Drugs & Alcohol

This will be the last thing I write about myself for awhile. Not that my voice or DNA or whatever you wanna call it won’t be at the core of everything, just the subject won’t be quote Drew Lyon. The made up characters will have to come from somewhere inside me and their made up world will no doubt be filtered through the lens through which I see the world, but at the same time, I hope I can instill in them an Intelligence of their own. A will, if you—

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