

The Meat Sample BluesWhen I'm on stage playing a character in a play, there's usually three thoughts going through my head. They are what my character is supposed to be thinking, how much my back hurts (this is a constant, whether or not I'm on stage), and thirdly, but most importantly - do they like me? I've spent so much time after shows thinking about little gasps, minute differences in the laughter, or how they stay silent.The Meat Sample Blues
But all of the fears and worries that I have placed towards acceptance in theater pale in comparison to cooking up samples at the Albertson's meat department.
There's something more personal for me when I wait for


Flight 3-65-97Why won't this damn plane align? Reaction control, come on. . .Flight 3-65-97
"You're a little bit hot, but your heading is going in the right direction, Mike. Real good."
Shit. This thing isn't working. I can't reenter sideways! The MH-96 is supposed to compute this, isn't it?
I dont' have a choice. Manual controls, let's try to move to the right. . ?
That didn't work. Shit.
"Real good. Check your attitudes. How do you read, Mike?"
Goddamnit! Why couldn't they have attitude monitoring at the tower? Where the hell am I going?
"Okay, let's check your dampers, Mike." &


Fate Rewrite P. 1A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate Rewrite P. 1
PETER. Nice weather today, eh? GOD [focusin
A bombomb.
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Moo.
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Time is out of joint. Oh cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right
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Giving people heart attacks since 1990.
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That condition which in the subway is called congestion is termed "intimacy" in our best nightclubs. --unknown
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Moo.
--molly
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Oh how I adore thee eternally
As the Petal of an orchid
As the glisten of a creek
Thou art the singing of the willow
Thou art the friend that I seek
~As the heart fascinates, the soul is divine~
Molly Ponkevitch
hope all is well
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