Meg: My soul could beat up your soul
Miles: My soul drinks Evian water
Meg: My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
Miles: I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
Meg: My soul does pilates
Miles:My soul writes poetry
Meg: Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
Miles: God wrote on my facebook wall today
Meg: God poked me.
Miles: My souls not a temple. My souls a Mall.
*Static*
Meg: Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Call now and we’ll throw in a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
Miles: What a bargain!
Meg: This soul practically sells itself!
*Static*
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: (sweetly) Dear God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
It’s not happening fast enough
God? God. God!
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love.
Meg: I’ll put in an extra $5 in the offering plate next Sunday!
Miles: (Makes mystical noise)
Meg: (Sucks in stomach) Thanks God!
*Static*
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly cause its a moon stone and …
Meg: Isn’t there something on TV honey?
Miles: Tell me a story
Meg: I just brought you Grand theft auto
Miles: Play outside with me
Meg: Give me that silly stone and go take your morning medicine you know it calms you down.
Miles: But touch my magic stone! (Holds out hands)
Meg: (Looks long at her hands) What stone?
*static breaking up*
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one has conversations with their eyelashes
Because an e-mail was faster
NO one dreams life and anticipates the dawn
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed too long
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix and hung him around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
*static ends*
We apologize for the interruption
Now Back to your scheduled programming:
Miles: Buy Magic Stone
A new line from Tiffany & Company
Because all that glitters is gold.
Because all that glitters is God.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
i wrote more meg, what u think
My soul could beat up your soul
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love. Just but an extra 5 in the offering and I will be happy to help u! Gods got to eat.
(A little kid and his/her mom. Mom is preoccupied with herself, child is trying to get some play time)
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly and go to the moon, cause its a moon stone and when we touch it it will make us magic, Mom come on, touch it and we could fly.
Meg: Not now. Just watch the t.v. ok. I bought you all this nice stuff, an xbox, and new dvds, your going to Jr. soccer later sweetheart, why don't u go and use the computer for a while, or play your gameboy and throw away that stupid rock.
And through the t.v we suck away are souls everyday.
(voices from tv)
-buy now
-I love u juliet, Oh charles
-Bumbing and griding
-Oh my god I love these shoes
-last night britney spears
We've given over the power, became puppets without a purpose, throw our magic stones into the abyss cause were comfortable.
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one plays makebelieve
NO one sees the world as a great adventure, a miraculous mystery.
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed boring.......
Just as long as industry is making money,
investing in to empty,
cause recession
reminds us that the money wasnt ours in the first place.......
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
Skin will rot
slide from bone
But between the cracks of your flesh
rekindle the light
for we may be candles in the dark
leading the children
to see beauty in the world
and play like babies in the shadows of the moon
reunited, our souls laughing for the fullness of it all.
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS meg! I’m watching Flavor of Love. Just but an extra 5 in the offering and I will be happy to help u! Gods got to eat.
(A little kid and his/her mom. Mom is preoccupied with herself, child is trying to get some play time)
Miles: Mom look at my magic stone. It can make us fly and go to the moon, cause its a moon stone and when we touch it it will make us magic, Mom come on, touch it and we could fly.
Meg: Not now. Just watch the t.v. ok. I bought you all this nice stuff, an xbox, and new dvds, your going to Jr. soccer later sweetheart, why don't u go and use the computer for a while, or play your gameboy and throw away that stupid rock.
And through the t.v we suck away are souls everyday.
(voices from tv)
-buy now
-I love u juliet, Oh charles
-Bumbing and griding
-Oh my god I love these shoes
-last night britney spears
We've given over the power, became puppets without a purpose, throw our magic stones into the abyss cause were comfortable.
NO one is praying till their knees get worn
"these are 7 jeans"
NO one plays makebelieve
NO one sees the world as a great adventure, a miraculous mystery.
cause we all got the preview on the internet, and it seemed boring.......
Just as long as industry is making money,
investing in to empty,
cause recession
reminds us that the money wasnt ours in the first place.......
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unless
It’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
makes the rich get cribs, rims and turn their bodies in to diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
Skin will rot
slide from bone
But between the cracks of your flesh
rekindle the light
for we may be candles in the dark
leading the children
to see beauty in the world
and play like babies in the shadows of the moon
reunited, our souls laughing for the fullness of it all.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
soul poem new version
My soul could beat up your soul
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS! I’m watching Flavor of Love.
dgoihjhpr
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unlessIt’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
My soul prays at least 10 times a day
It’s got the power of God behind it
My soul wears nikes
High tops
My soul wears Prada
Limited edition
My soul is Jewish. Chosen people. Challa!
I got plastic surgery and now my soul’s tits are huge.
My soul says no to carbs
My soul writes poetry
Fuck you, my souls got a bigger dick.
My soul has its own reality television show
My soul is a more successful spin off
God wrote on my facebook wall today
God poked me.
My soul is bigger than a temple
My souls a Mall.
Right now
You can receive this soul for only six-sixty-six
(MILES SPINS, MEG WALKS AROUND MILES, advertising her)
This soul includes sexual promiscuity, intense vanity, and will stop at nothing to make you some money!
Free shipping and handling
Call now and get a free limited edition Iraqi soldier soul
And even an unwanted Chinese baby soul, one soul’s trash is another soul’s treasure.
You have to buy it! This soul practically sells itself!
(miles grabs the mic, kneels down, and plays god)
Meg: Dear God.
God.
I’m fat.
Look at these muffin tops, God.
Make me skinny.
Or… make my friends fat?
God… God?
It’s not happening fast enough
Miles: You must have patience.
It’s a virtue.
Meg: But God!!!!
Miles: JESUS! I’m watching Flavor of Love.
dgoihjhpr
We’ve globalized it
Capitalized it
And anything alternative is fading unlessIt’s marketable
Boxable
Ready for retail
Eastern philosophy
Check
Meditation
Check
African dance
Check
Tribal Medicine
CHECK
Reality
CHECK
CHECK
REALITY
Because no ones making Gandhis anymore
No one’s bones stick out of the surface to prove we are humans, first
Unless an eye for an eye
Makes the rich get cribs, rims, and turn their bodies into diamonds when they die
No one is making Marleys anymore
Got shot and walked from the grave to sing your heart a song
No one’s going to be a Jesus to bleed to death to save a soul
Because we’re turned him into crystals on a crucifix around our necks
We’ve made him stained glass
And we even lied about his skin color to sell it to the masses
DONT SLEEP YOULL DIE
A: (simultaneous buzzing)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: Imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
jaw bone broken
nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: Sleep paralysis
K: A condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up
A: but truth lies in the inferno
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: But nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It’s nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing dense on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
B: There are things that go bump in the night across state lines
A: Different demon
K: Same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea this phenomenon is known as "Suk Ninmyo", where sacred trees feed on human essence at nigh to sustain its life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding.
A: En Mexico se me subió el muerto
K: In St. Lucia the kokoma will take you
B: These shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: It’s all in your head they say
B: Just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: Yet I swear
the sulphur still lingers
A: I’ve been to the ninth circle felt my wings freeze
B: Dante ain’t got shit on me
K: Now tell me,
B: how many bed hiding boogie men does it take to make us believe?
A: to see truth in the eyes of fiery faces
K: a faith in things unseen
A: But can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Cause no matter how hard I squeeze The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm
It
Doesn’t
Help
all I can do is clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
as I accept the grey vulnerability I expose when I slumber
B: There are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: Things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: And have trouble letting go by morning
but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: Strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: Swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: Drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: Because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: Take my hand child (hold hands)
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but…
(let go of hands)
K: Usually it starts with the buzzing
faint at first
a hollow friction organ grinding inside my eardrum
electric like TV static
until it dances its way to a sound only the devil is capable of making
A: Imagine your body being melted
metal bent twisted till your fingers burn glowing
jaw bone broken
nailed to your bedpost crucifix
by something you can only describe as ungodly
something you can’t see or smell but know its hunched over your half sleeping body
as it tries to drag you rag dolled back to hell with it
B: Sleep paralysis
K: A condition where after a period of sleeping, the conscious person is unable to move upon waking up
A: but truth lies in the inferno
K: I don’t blame my mother for not understanding
who wouldn’t try to rationalize the possession of their daughter?
A: Take it easy on the caffeine before bed
and try to lay off the sugar
K: But nothing in this natural world can make it go away
A: A nightlight will keep things from taking shape in your mind
K: The darkness isn’t even what scares me anymore
A: Night terrors are common in children
K: I’d be happier with a night terror
A: It’s nothing [sternly]
K: If nothing is the pressure of evil weighing dense on your chest
till you’ve sunken through your mattress down to hell
as you desperately try to cling on to your bedpost
but your ancient limbs are arthritis ridden
that even if you could move them
would snap
Then yeah, it’s nothing
B: There are things that go bump in the night across state lines
A: Different demon
K: Same intention
A: Kurdish people speak of the Mottaka
an evil spirit that lies on top of its victim in the middle of the night and suffocates it as a result of committing sin
K: In New Guinea this phenomenon is known as "Suk Ninmyo", where sacred trees feed on human essence at nigh to sustain its life, but sometimes people wake unnaturally during the feeding.
A: En Mexico se me subió el muerto
K: In St. Lucia the kokoma will take you
B: These shape-shifting figures have hand picked their victims
and we can do nothing to stop it but sleep
K: It’s all in your head they say
B: Just a post synaptic inhibition of motor neurons in the pons regions in the brain
K: Yet I swear
the sulphur still lingers
A: I’ve been to the ninth circle felt my wings freeze
B: Dante ain’t got shit on me
K: Now tell me,
B: how many bed hiding boogie men does it take to make us believe?
A: to see truth in the eyes of fiery faces
K: a faith in things unseen
A: But can’t say I’m sure what to believe in anymore
too many times I’ve tightrope walked the line between rationalization and madness
as the incubus perches himself a vulture on my chest
and tells me he is everything but the dream I wish for him to be
K: Cause no matter how hard I squeeze The Holy Bible to my chest, with a dream catcher in my palm
It
Doesn’t
Help
all I can do is clutch onto reality with half closed eyelids like a lunar eclipse
as I accept the grey vulnerability I expose when I slumber
B: There are things that haunt us in their translucence
K: Things that cling to our skin like shadows when we sleep
A: And have trouble letting go by morning
but I’ve learned to let the blackness overtake me
K: Strip me of a half waking reality like a heat wave
A: Swallow me whole like Jonas
as I float in the whale belly of night
K: Drown me in a liquid darkness suffocating with death riding on my breast
A: Because the friend of the devil is a friend of mine
B: Take my hand child (hold hands)
trust in the matter of my flesh
for there be nothing to fear but…
(let go of hands)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Fasturbation Take 2
Meg: There are two kinds of women in this world
The ones who masturbate
Miles: And liars
Alyssa: Hey guys, have you ever….I mean…not like I have…but have you ever…done that…thing?
[Meg nods yes]
Alyssa: Really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Kerri: Dad…that was on my cooter
Miles: My vibrator broke once
My Jack Rabbit 3000
Mid sentence!
Kerri: Did you McGiver the wires?
Alyssa: Use wind power?
Meg: Solar Panels?
Miles: Nah, nah
I took the batteries from Grandma’s respirator
And slid into home plate just in time
Kerri/Meg/Alyssa: SAFE! (+ arm movements)
Meg: Grandma??
Kerri: When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
[Meg mouths yeah right]
Miles: I think about paint
Paint on my taint
Alyssa: I think about water parks
Like long, hard, blue tubes
Shooting the water out
Kerri/Meg/Miles: pooool jets
Kerri: Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
Miles: I think about Tony Danza
Alyssa: HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA
Kerri: Whos the boss, whos the boss, who’s the boss
Miles: It feels like the apocalypse in my boy shorts
Meg: Capsizing my abdomen
Compromising my skin
Kerri: Bubbling up like burns between my thighs
It feels like
ALL: Oceans
Kerri: Like
ALL: Thunder
Kerri: Like
ALL: Birds fluttering out of my underbelly
Kerri: Like the closest to life and death you can be at the same time
Alyssa: MTV’s undressed did it just fine for me
Kerri: Scrambled porn couldn’t yield my horny curiosity
Meg: Hearing Grandpa’s footsteps up the stairs didn’t stop me
Meg/Alyssa: I knew he had a bum knee
ALL: Osteoporosis can’t stop this
Miles: I’ve got at least 2 more minutes to
Miles/Meg: Pet the possum
Kerri/Alyssa: Poach the salmon
ALL: Crack the clam
Alyssa: Dial the rotary phone
Kerri: Bowl the perfect game
ALL: Take a ride on the L train
Alyssa: Ohh labia
Meg: Playin the clit-tar
ALL: Strummin on the ole banjo
Meg: Hey, raise this hand if you use…this hand
Alyssa: Carpal tunnel got lefty
Miles: Fuck 2 girls 1 cup
ALL: We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Meg: We’ve got vanilla wafer popsicle stick digits
[Miles starts to drop]
Alyssa: Searching the contents of our creamsicle cookie jar
Kerri: We’re just tryin to save the world
ALL: One orgasm at a time
Kerri: So if you find yourself wanting to punch someone
Meg/Miles/Alyssa: Touch yourself
Kerri: Next time you want to cry over spilt milk
Meg/Miles/Alyssa: Soak that whisker biscuit
Kerri: Next time you want to scream
.::Miles fakes orgasm::.
ALL: CREAM!
Meg: Because then, you’re always having sex with someone you love
Alyssa: Remember, next time you receive an invitation to the one woman pants party, RSVP
ALL: I’m coming!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
NEW NEW NEW republic
Meg: Mill me down
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be
Before all of this happened
*before them
Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again
Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their metal faces and hollow eyes
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
Meg:
Miles: For the weak will always falter
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
A/M/K: Milled us down
Miles:
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Meg: Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation
A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)
Kerri:
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
Kerri:
With needles for fingers
And silk spewing underneath their nails
They scratched me in and out
Until my eyelids were sewn shut
Miles: There are no tears
Meg: There are still a few of us left
(Miles stomps here feet slowly)
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Miles: There’s no use in running
(Stomps feet)
Meg: Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour
Miles: Poetry will not save you.
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
Meg:
When the world reverses
And resurrects the dust
They’ve made of us
They will smell the rebellion
Miles:
This is the life of the New Republic
Meg: We will be the déjà vu
Miles: Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: Asking you
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Alyssa: Make me fiber
Kerri: Make me flour
Miles:
Welcome citizens of the New Republic
We have come here on the plane of a new horizon
Rising higher in our humanity
We live in victory now.
We have abolished crime.
We have rid ourselves of war.
We have become a powerful, functioning machine,
And now we can live free.
We are free.
In the rise of the New Republic.
Meg: Will they remember
Mill me down
Alyssa: Mine was smiling
It had been years since I remembered to do so
Was a little rusty in my rendering
I crowbar bent my mouth into a pale pink half moon
Remembered what it felt like to be
Before all of this happened
*before them
Meg: We're all just trying to find the sun again
Alyssa: And that’s when they came for me
With their metal faces and hollow eyes
They saw my lips split something deadly
too human
unfamiliar
Kerri: Ripped the shadows out from under us
Alyssa: They force fed me my lips for breakfast the next morning
Make me fiber
Miles:
Some murmurs have come from the disloyal
Meg:
Miles: For the weak will always falter
Meg:
Removed our minds from books and art and the gutter
And place them in padded rooms
A/M/K: Milled us down
Miles:
They have rejected our laws
Defied our fines
If harder enforcement is what will convert the misled
Meg: Will I be enough to feed beginnings to people before the end?
Then we will take the responsibility
To stop the insolence
Through whatever means necessary.
And bring peace to our nation
A/M/K: whatever means necessary (in round, at means)
Kerri:
I was holding him when they came for me
Arms frozen around his shrinking frame
They had to break both shoulder blades to unhinge me from him
Cut my fingers from his face
Make me fiber
Miles: There is no embracing
Kerri:
With needles for fingers
And silk spewing underneath their nails
They scratched me in and out
Until my eyelids were sewn shut
Miles: There are no tears
Meg: There are still a few of us left
(Miles stomps here feet slowly)
Swingset kids pumping to flip
And midnight society songbirds
Writing poems with paper cuts
Underneath your fingernails
We’re hidden
In the place where the rainbow forgot about
Was bleached out of
Miles: There’s no use in running
(Stomps feet)
Meg: Throats slit and still stinging
Make me flour
Miles: Poetry will not save you.
Kerri & Meg:
Make me fiber
Kerri: I dream in the colors they tried to drain from his skin
Alyssa & Meg:
Make me flour
Alyssa:
Make my broken bones stretchers
For canvas we’ll paint one day
Miles: These are the laws of the New Republic
Meg:
When the world reverses
And resurrects the dust
They’ve made of us
They will smell the rebellion
Miles:
This is the life of the New Republic
Meg: We will be the déjà vu
Miles: Welcome to the dawn of the great new
Meg: Asking you
Meg: (WHISPER)
Can you make bread of me?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
FASTURBATION
Meg: There are two kinds of women in this world
The ones who masturbate
Miles: And liars
Alyssa: Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?
Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter
Alyssa: Pool jets
Kerri: My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…
Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Meg: It was a really long ride home
Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.
I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And slid into home plate just in time
SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)
Kerri: When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
Meg: I think about Angelina Jolie
Alyssa: But before you know, she got all veiny
Miles: Paint
Paint on my taint.
Alyssa: I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Kerri: Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
Meg:I think about Tony Danza
Miles: HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
Alyssa: WHOSE THE BOSS
Miles: It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
Meg/Miles: capsizing my abdomen
Meg Miles: compromising my skin
Kerri/: bubbling up like burns between my thighs
Meg: It feels like
ALL: Oceans
Alyssa: Like
ALL: (thunder)
Kerri: Like
ALL: Birds fluttering out of my underbelly
Kerri: Like the closest to life and death you can be at the same time
Alyssa: MTV’s undressed did it just fine for me
Kerri: Scrambled porn didn’t yield my horny curiosity
Meg: Hearing grandpa’s footsteps up the stairs didn’t stop me
Meg/Miles: I knew he had a bum knee
ALL: Osteoporosis can’t stop this
Miles: I’ve got at least 2 more minutes
TO
ALL: Pet the possum
ALL: Poach the salmon
ALL: Crack the clam
Alyssa: Dial the rotary phone
Kerri: Bowl the perfect game
ALL: Take a ride on the L train
Alyssa: (hehe..labia)
Miles: McGyver the wire
Meg: Playin the clit-tar
ALL: (barbershop quartet style) Strumming on the ole banjo
CLITTERBUG
Do doo do do doo
Clitterbug
You put the boom boom into my bedddd
Meg: Hey, hey raise this hand if you use…this hand
Alyssa: Carpal tunnel got lefty
Miles: Ya know what, I really don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex
But sometimes you can’t get any
Miles: salt, I taste salt…
All: Fuck 2 girls one cup
We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Meg: We’ve got vanilla wafer popsicle stick digits
Alyssa: Searching the contents of our creamsicle cookie jar Klondike bars baskets
Kerri: We’re just tryin’ to save the world
ALL: One orgasm at a time
Kerri: So if you find yourself wanting to punch someone
ALL: Touch yourself
Kerri: Next time you want to cry over spilt milk
ALL: Soak that whisker biscuit
Kerri: Next time you want to scream
::miles fakes orgasm::
ALL Cream
Meg: Because then, you’re always having sex with someone you love
And who could deny that?
Alyssa: Remember, next time you receive an invitation to the pants party, RSVP
ALL: I’m coming
The ones who masturbate
Miles: And liars
Alyssa: Hey…guys…have you ever…I mean…not like…I mean...have you ever… I mean, I’m just doing this survey for class…you know, for research…have you ever…done...that…thing?
Meg admits with a silent nod
Alyssa: really?
Meg: My neck massager doubles as a dildo.
Freaked me out when I saw my dad using it the next day
Miles: Dad…that was on my cooter
Alyssa: Pool jets
Kerri: My mom got me an electric toothbrush
My teeth didn’t get much whiter
But…
Alyssa: I got off on a school bus once
Meg: It was a really long ride home
Miles: My vibrator broke once
Mid sentence.
I was pissed
So I McGivered the wires
Took the batteries from grandma’s respirator
And slid into home plate just in time
SAFE.
(ARM MOVEMENTS)
Kerri: When I masturbate I think about my boyfriend
Meg: I think about Angelina Jolie
Alyssa: But before you know, she got all veiny
Miles: Paint
Paint on my taint.
Alyssa: I think about Water Parks
I like tubes
Like… blue shooting water tubes
Kerri: Splish motherfuckin’ Splash
Meg:I think about Tony Danza
Miles: HOLD ME CLOSER TONY DANZA.
Alyssa: WHOSE THE BOSS
Miles: It feels like
The apocalypse in my underpants
Meg/Miles: capsizing my abdomen
Meg Miles: compromising my skin
Kerri/: bubbling up like burns between my thighs
Meg: It feels like
ALL: Oceans
Alyssa: Like
ALL: (thunder)
Kerri: Like
ALL: Birds fluttering out of my underbelly
Kerri: Like the closest to life and death you can be at the same time
Alyssa: MTV’s undressed did it just fine for me
Kerri: Scrambled porn didn’t yield my horny curiosity
Meg: Hearing grandpa’s footsteps up the stairs didn’t stop me
Meg/Miles: I knew he had a bum knee
ALL: Osteoporosis can’t stop this
Miles: I’ve got at least 2 more minutes
TO
ALL: Pet the possum
ALL: Poach the salmon
ALL: Crack the clam
Alyssa: Dial the rotary phone
Kerri: Bowl the perfect game
ALL: Take a ride on the L train
Alyssa: (hehe..labia)
Miles: McGyver the wire
Meg: Playin the clit-tar
ALL: (barbershop quartet style) Strumming on the ole banjo
CLITTERBUG
Do doo do do doo
Clitterbug
You put the boom boom into my bedddd
Meg: Hey, hey raise this hand if you use…this hand
Alyssa: Carpal tunnel got lefty
Miles: Ya know what, I really don’t like masturbating.
It’s my hand.
I’ve seen it a bunch of times
But your hand….
I like sex
But sometimes you can’t get any
Miles: salt, I taste salt…
All: Fuck 2 girls one cup
We got 4 girls 40 fingers
Meg: We’ve got vanilla wafer popsicle stick digits
Alyssa: Searching the contents of our creamsicle cookie jar Klondike bars baskets
Kerri: We’re just tryin’ to save the world
ALL: One orgasm at a time
Kerri: So if you find yourself wanting to punch someone
ALL: Touch yourself
Kerri: Next time you want to cry over spilt milk
ALL: Soak that whisker biscuit
Kerri: Next time you want to scream
::miles fakes orgasm::
ALL Cream
Meg: Because then, you’re always having sex with someone you love
And who could deny that?
Alyssa: Remember, next time you receive an invitation to the pants party, RSVP
ALL: I’m coming
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