Clairvoyant partizans limp on my hair in strands of leffe beer (Part 5)

Scene 5

(The curtain is raised at the exact acute angle of 42 decrees. This should in general create the affect of a note of anticipation within a sonata most likely of the Mozart era. What is opened to us is the art found on a holiday resort wall. A gray forest generally with the trees leafless should bring up some Nordic album covers spewed along the grassland. Branches reaching out attempting to molest the younger ones but hopefully held back my the morality weapon of empathy.)

(Mallicia enters with her companion who now has a new name due to the forest being exempt from the laws of calligraphy the name shall merely be known as #31. #31 Wears black gloves and a black mask but besides this is purely naked. Sparse hairs protruding from the back but due to having no Jenny Taylor; does not cause any offense. Mallicia is wearing 12 layers of outfits. To which all are invisible but the top layer which shows her wearing a dressing gown. Thin and laced with a flowers over them and the small picture of a black nightingale on the back kissing a leaf with an inscription it can't read due to morbid Dyslexia.)

#31: We are at a door.

Mallicia: I see no door to which to push my weight upon to open. Nor do I see a door that must have it's secrets dragged out by the plucking of my fingertips.

#31: This is because you do not wish to think.

(#31 places a finger on the grass and sniffs it. The impact of the sniff should cause an implosion within the middle of the audience creating a red cold void. This void has the words encrypted upon it: "Door". To which they enter.)

(Within this door the forest continues only with inhabitants. All naked and with no genitals. Noise is travelling so fast around the area that it is entirely silent. And can only be heard when the sound is asked politely to stop. To which it rarely is without the correct negotiations associated with the Terrorism Arrest act of 2002)

#31: I am to wish to see you I wish?

Mallicia: If my torture were to be penetrated I would want you to not have sex with me for if I were I'd be gratefully upset.

Mallicia:...this is a forest.

#31: Pray tell.

(By a tree we see a man...he is sleeping and above him is the sign "Torture victim #3343" he has no shoes on and the hair on his foot goes right up his big toe.)

Mallicia: I wish to know why that man is not being tortured?

(ok I've had enough. Seriously why the fuck are you dumbing this play down?
...we got complaints that it didn't make sense...
I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT YOU HEAR ME WOMAN!!? One more bad word from you and I'll beat you until your kids could eat you through a straw.
...but...you can't cancel christmas...who do you think you are? God?
YES I'M FUCKING GOD YOU GET UP THERE AND RAPE ME COMPLEXITY THAT I CAN MASS DEBATE OVER!!!)

Mallicia: Pray pray pray hark lemon in the dew of the sarcophagus in my semen stains. That man lays in rest with no burden to his nervous system?

#31: That man is the most tortured man in the world. He has a fear of going to sleep. He fears that every time he goes to sleep. He dies. So we make him take naps every day. He will scream and writhe in pain within his mind to which we can't hear. And from that we get our pay.

Mallicia: Pay is like the apple within these walls? You...you seek it with your lips using a snake that inevitably eats it's own tail? I must see the stories of the minds of thy consumers of the often overlooked.

For I,
I have a dream,
A dream of a world where the truncated spurs of my loins will be replaced with a plant,
Plants are asexual beings,
If we were able to reproduce without partners,
Then we would all no longer have reasons to compete to survive,
Therefore we would spend many years breeding and looking after children,
Stabbing people with our penises for food,
Penetrating the skin and watching it break as the white blood celled liquid screams in it's voice,
"Why am I here?
I wanted to stay on the scab with my wife,
I only married her two hours ago!!
YES WE HAVE FUCKING RELIGION IN YOUR BODY TOO!!!
That's how screwed up you are!!!"

#31: Pray thee tell Mallicia. Do single celled organisms go to your christian heaven?

Mallicia: Well according to the bible all animals besides humans have no souls. Therefore I suppose every other animal besides us dies an atheist death. That's how loving our god truly is. I met him in the supermarket the other day. Lovely fellow. He shouldn't have shaved though. He has a double chin that was somewhat off putting.

(#31 does a tantric dance and walks off into the bushes. Returning two minutes later with a white liquid on his hand provided by the Sea men back stage)

#31: I HAVE HAD MY FRESH SEA MILK!!!! Now we must meet your new daughter.

(#31 and Mallicia walk in a circle for two hours exactly. By this point if the theatre is empty that's good. We can enter the shed without people watching us. FINALLY!! Walk into the brown shed with yellow doors. Moss raping the door knob as you slowly turn it 49 degrees and PAUSE!! For the square root of 6561 seconds.)

#31: Before I open this door I must warn you that once I enter I will no longer be able to maintain an eros relation with you.

Mallicia: I just want to see my new daughter. I bet she's pretty. I bet she's blond and has pink ribbons stitched on to her eye lids. Oh and I will make her wear a plastic bag on her head to ensure she does not have to inhale the evil of this world!! I will love her like she is my placenta.

(Mallicia makes a gesture towards the inside of her leg lips)

#31: You will find the daughter you seek and you will love her foreber and ebererer so help me cod fish!! (slap mallicia in the face until she bleeds) Shall we enter (COMPLEXITY!!!!) Through a door that backwards is the word rood and can be used as an anagram for orod? (Slightly better...)

(#31 opens the door with his hairy teeth. Within the door is a blank warehouse like estate with christmas decorations all over. Within the christmas decorations are corpses crucified to the high windows. To the left we can see a black haired girl with stars stitched to her ears. She is lying in some form of red liquid with her torso taking a day off from her head by laying ten yards away from her head ripped into multiple strands like slices of salami. #31 looks at this and licks his lips until he does a pirouette to the centre. Here we see a man tied up in ropes made of tongues all knotted together. He is a middle aged man. Slightly grey at the top but luckily loreal makes him worth it to have some black hair left. Like the day off lazy head on the other side of the room.)

Man: Light arises through the door. When the door releases light I have to fear the tip toeing steps of determinism.

Mallicia: (staring at severed dead corpse of a girl) Is this my daughter #31? She's very pretty.

#31: Yes. Take good care of her.

(Mallicia runs to the corpse putting the head on her lap and caressing it. After the fifth caress she takes a little taste of the blood. It tasted like soiled bath water.)

Man: Wait a minute. You...you killed my daughter?

#31: I'm afraid that dead girl is no longer your daughter.

Mallicia: Wait...she is dead? MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD!!! NO!!!! YOU MONSTERS!!! HOW COULD YOU KILL HER!!

Skin as soft as hard boiled eggs cooked incorrectly,
Eyes as large as the anus of an accountant,
And her smooth silky legs showed the pure innocence and virginity of this world!!

Man: SHE IS NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!!! SHE IS MINE YOU FUCKING NUTCASE!!!

(Mallicia runs at the man and stabs him with her new 55 inch nails. The man is punctured and coughs out a little black blood)

Mallicia: Leave me to grieve with my dead daughter!!! (Mallicia picks up the arm that has now fallen off the torso) It's ok darling. It's ok. I'll sew you back together and take you to get deflowered. Then my work is done.

(#31 walks up to the man holding a glass.)

#31: Look at this.

Man: Why?

#31: For it is the very being of denial by looking at this that is creating the concerns with your mind!!

Man: Molten sand does not wish to make me throb with desire. I only see the Jesus on your retinas slowly ebbing at the Guru Nanak in your drums of ears.

(#31 hugs the man)

#31: You are not the one that is alive right now. You are only alive because I know that I can potentially assimilate you and return you.

Man: Parler anglais?

#31: You realise that I am torturing you? What if I were to tell you that everyone was the exact same person? What if I were to tell you that people try and forget this fact and this is what causes determinism? The universal self harm that I have on myself. That you are me. And that I am everyone and everything. With no control over what you can do.

Man: If that were true then how can people die and the person maintains life?

#31: Because they are assimilated and absorbed to become a new personality. Why else would people have sex? Boredom? Laziness? Benefits? No it's all based on the altruistic need of keeping me alive.

Man:...this is part of the torture isn't it.

#31: No...the torture is that I have dissected you. I have removed one kidney, one lung, and an appendix.

(Man looks down to see exposed what looks like a natural history museum only with one blue whale and dinosaur exhibit missing)

Man: I...I think I'm becoming in love with you.

#31: You love myself? That is natural. Myself does remind me of me.

(#31 begins cutting at the face. Make sure the remaining crowd get some red silly string. And he attempts to stitch the upper and lower muscles permenantly together. Creating an awkward sucked out look of a face. He then uses a chainsaw to cut open the cage of the pig meat and rearranges it to read the words

"I'm hollow.
I sleep in your dreams.
One day I will come for you when you're on the other side of the toilet.
When that day comes I promise you intention.
Intention to be real.
Reality is made of amylaze yet again enzymes irregulate everything and anything.
Lots of love
#31")

Man: Why am I still alive?

#31: Why are the victims above alive? Why is your daughter alive?

(The man looks up to see staring down at him the chargrilled faces of bauble-maimed men. They stare back with eye lidless eyes. Only to drool yellow snot. It touches the man's eye. It stings enough for him to whimper slightly but then he recovers. He looks to the floor to see his daughter. Now with ribbons in her eyes, with Mallicia walking pantless and bloodied. Thinking about what happens is on the verge of paedophilia. So don't do it)

Mallicia: We had a lovely time didn't we daughter?

Daughter: I rode seven round-abouts and won a carginogen tank for my goldfish mummy.

Mallicia: That's a good girl (Mallicia french kisses her daughter) now go wait outside while I deal with the paedophile. Remember. All paedophiles wear hats.

(a hat now appears on the man's head)

Mallicia: I SPY A HAT!!! GUILTY!!!! I shall kill myself hopefully myself will return with a better personality!!

(Mallicia points a finger at the man and slowly runs it down his fore head. Leading to the little hairs on his chest. She tugs one and the tongues holding him snap. He collapses on the floor half to death.)

Man: (yes breath your final words fucking bitch!!! WOOO!!!) If I could. I'd have the desire to place the sky on the ground. If I did that we could all feel closer to our spirits. And farther from the sea to which the methanol of cows farts out the greenhouse gases that will eventually consume me. And kill me all.

(Man lays still. Daughter applauds her mother and gives her a little tap on the thing. #31 takes his hat off. He has the exact same face as the man that just died.)

(Lights focus on man sleeping where we can hear the thoughts like a hollocaust on a cockroach)

Somniphobia:

Letters sleeps in our eyes sleep for when we sleep there is a sleep beetle letting us sleep on plenty of sleep in the sleep of the stanzas sleep is the sign of required sleep and perhaps if we sleep we can sleep more to prepare for potentially the universal sleep that will eventually reach us all. Euphoria of sleep will allow the sleep to creep in. Sleep is potentials of our mind consumed.

Awake and sleep then sleep and sleep.

Sleep.

~Huh? What? Yeah draw the curtain here all this spontaneous script writing is hurting my head~