Oscar Night
02/09
Oscar Night — we are encamped just outside the Black Gate to Celebrity Village. The ten-storey doors rumble open just enough to release a floating disembodied mouth.
Oscar Night
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Dirt… From Mars!
09/29
ENTHUSIASTIC KID: Hey! Let’s eat some of this dirt from Mars!
GROOVY AUTOBUS.
02/23
Tolerance ranges vary from deployment to deployment, based on extant arousal levels on the four major indices (fear, anxiety, desire, other).
House of Haunted Houses.
10/31
The barker— a pallid, ectomorphic Jesus in a candy-striped vaudeville suit— stands atop a raised entry platform, swinging his cane and making tricks with his straw hat. He lets a little kid pull a chunk out of his beard; its patchiness suggests he’s been letting children do that for some time.
Life Among the Savages, Part 22.
09/14
‘So we will have to be careful, like spies,’ said my brother. I nodded vigorously – for what young boy does not entertain dreams of being a skilled intelligencer, pursuing secretive duties for crown and country, reliant on wits and nerve alone while plunged deep within enemy terrain?
Life Among the Savages, Part 21.
07/29
‘Such a thirst for knowledge!’ Hood drolly exclaimed as he held back my struggling brother. ‘I think I shall need two chief assistants just to keep the peace.’
My father, restraining me in a similar fashion as I continued to thrash, emitted a dry chuckle. “Hood, these boys will spar at the slightest provocation. They are BORN RUMBLERS. Just the other day, that one dropped a vase on this one’s head.”
Sounds of Humans.
07/10
Hearken back to a bygone era, full of the simpler things:
Now, for a limited time only, bits of life ‘the way it was’…
…The Sounds of Humans.
Paper Doll Hamlet.
06/27
FRANCISCO:
Stand, and unfold yourself.
BERNARDO:
Uhh… Hold on.
[A chain of Bernardos fills the stage…]
Life Among the Savages, Part 20.
12/22
The existence of a terrifying, seemingly limitless void that ran counter to humanity’s understanding of the universe naturally reminded me of my father.
Of Mountain.
11/02
Hello. I am mountain, and you are tiny climber. Your smallness is almost incomprehensible to me. I said almost because how could you be beyond my understanding? You are small and brief and you have to move all the time. Why do you move so much? You know it is a sign of weakness, a sign that you don’t take up much space, like mountain.