i)
O God not him
ii)
Who
i)
My brother - I thought he
was a Buddhist
ii)
I thought I was a Buddhist too
You are!
But if this is heaven I can't be!
She's got nice legs
Who?
That angel over there
How can you say that!!
Because she's my sister
You sinned!
You sinned in your heart!
That's the same as rape!
My ex lover, the Thai masseuse, had a bhudda in her
rockery, pretty skanky one
The lover? The rickety rockery?
No, the bhudda. All slimey and chipped.
Let's be clear about this..,
Let's not. Obfuscation is better.
Ok... So you didn't expect to see your brother ?
I suffered the expectation I'd meet myself coming
here. My demon self. What else would be the point?
But I hoped to see you too.
Me? I'm just a guy, probably you're imagining me into
existence. I feel out of place.
Yes, there's a meta theatrical air about you. Weren't
you in some Pirandello thing?
Pause
Don't you hope to see ...
Don't say it
Well,
I hope not to
Not to ?
Not to. Not to see him. Her. It.
But maybe more of her?
How can you justify yourself!
It's what got me here!
Maybe there's been a mistake?
There's no mistake.
The resolution is in the can.
Which resolution?
THE resolution.
The one which will not be televised.
The immaculate resolution.
Yeah, right...
The one at the point of infinity
The one with the lark singing at the gate. The one
where the parallel point meets the beginning of time, the one where
incommensurability bends - The one where the fork meets the river, the one
where we all make amends. The one..
Can you stop that please?
The one where illusions flow like Yuri geller...
Enough
What?
That jiggly thing you're doing.
I was ...
I know what you was
Contemplating out loud.
Don't
Errr
Please
Well, you know, for the sake of equanimity and all
that.
For heaven's sake!
Stop!
Pause
Why should I?
Tutututitu...
Look!
We should wrestle!
What on earth for?
Because it's metaphorical. And we're not on earth.
We're out of this world.
Where?
Anywhere. Anywhere and everywhere.
Where should we wrestle
Morecambe?
I don't think so.
Japanese or Turkish?
Soup?
Wrestling.
Japanese.
Not Turkish?
Too oily.
Sałty is better than oily?
It's more appropriate.
Oil is quite, significant.,,
It's touchy.
What about lamps? Isn't there something in that?
Stretching it.
The lamps?
The point. Stretching the point.
Salt it is then.
The salt of the earth.
How shall I regain my saltiness?
Yes, that's satisfactory,
Better than "how shall i regain my
oiliness?" in any case
Much better
Ow - what are you doing, ouch! What's that?
Rock Salt! It's from the Himalayas.
You threw Himalayan rock salt in my face!
It's a ritual.
It's annoying! It stings! I'll bite your nose! See how
YOU like it!
Random Violence, casual misogyny,
Vanity
Vanity!
All is vanity!
They hug.
(Together): resolved!
Wait, what's she looking at?
Who?
That Angel?
How do you know she's not a he?
Angels are she's! Like cats. She cats. The smell of
their own feathers doesn't even corrupt and insatiate them.
Angels are sexless.
Like lady boys?
Like sculptures
She's coming over
I'll kiss that Virgin over there inferring familiarity
and legitimacy and then she will think we are proper guests. It's probably a
wedding. I'll kiss the bride!
Angelicus interruptus.
'Scuse me gents... Can I see your invitations?
No
Why's that?
I haven't got an invitation. I'm a gatecrasher
Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Very well, may I leave by the front entrance please. I
came the back way and I haven't got the faintest clue where I am.
Certainly, sir.
You're next!
I get that. Is there anywhere around here that I can
nick a bottle of champagne?
Over there mate
Thanks. Everything is white. The isle of white. The
Skyle of white. The golden mile of sun bright white. Though your sins be
scarlet they shall be made as white as Snow White. How many bottles of
champagne shall I nick before Gloria jobs worth comes back and gives me the
Emily Bronte treatment?
to be continued...
to be continued...
15/09/17
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