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Sunday, July 18, 2021

A New Play...maybe...

This is a Living Script. It transforms. All the work belongs to me. I said I was not going to do any more theatre. I must be out of my fucking mind to be doing this again. NONE OF THIS IS CONSECUTIVE. Nowhere near continuity,  This is what my handwritten notes look like when I write on paper. When I figure out how to draw the set etc. I will include.
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Donnie Bonespurs
Wanted to be Prez.
Quick he hired an audience
To claque for what He sez.

See my swagger? G.O.P.
I will grab your pu^^y.
You will elect me.
Just you wait and see.

Donnie Bonespurs
Got elected Prez.
Everybody gasps and laughs
At all he does and he sez.


Pesterbee!
He's oozing all over me.
Fat right winger on a spree,
Peddling God for the GOP.

Suckabee!
Calling me 'slut' for a fee,
To take The Pill from me,
Peddling shame and eternity.

Hucksterbee!
Left FUX Snooze TV,
To run for the Presidency
An act of cupidity.

Refrain:
Just ignore the crucifix in the parlor.
Suckabuck sells Jesus for the dollar.
 
So we have to put The Holy Man the Priest in this comedy. He has appeared. Is it a Tango?


ok so today I feel this is all crap it is crap but I wrote one good thing:
Marjorie Taylor Green.
Obscene obscene obscene.
Go back to Georgia.
Here's a bus ticket for ya.
Sit down STFU, Peach Queen.
- Selah

I think The Lovers are Bonesaw and Miss Twinkle  - no sex this is a love song truly and it is the most intimacy the closest tenderness our villain has in its life or will allow    love your villain   know your villain  i need more verses

Oh no a wrinkle. Come here Miss Twinkle. 
I need you now to take my spots away.
I cannot be dirty 
My look is what I have to make my way. 

May brain is fertile. Unlike that Turtle.   ////TERRIBLE BUT FUN

i wish i spoke poetry or music it would be so helpful cannot know everything................that is why I need to work with Others...shudder...

I need a name for Lady MacBeth. I was doing melatonin...but stupid obvious crass really not crass enough...suggestions if i still have anyone reading this mess? superhuman detachment like a survivor of war or someone stoned solid...worra worraha

Ingenue...stick with miss twinkle for now..  twinkle twinkle avatar how i wonder what you are 

This four line set belongs to the Chorus it is the bass base line

THIS IS BILLY AND THE CHORUS 

Billy Bonesaw 
Wants to be Prez.
Quick hire an audience
To claque for what He sez.

See my swagger? G.O.P.
I will grab Your pu^^y.
You will select me
Wait and see. 

Billy Bonesaw
Got elected Prez
Everybody gasps at
Everything he sez.

Characters are appearing:
Bill BoneSaw
Miss Twinkle
Babbits - Skip and Winona
Senor PuttingItIn as in golf
Dr. Woo - Man of Reason - always referred to this way 
Chorus
Avenatti (every female Italian gene in my body lusts after him I confess) is Harlequin
 
Senor PuttingItIn:
Rentboy, rentboy, life is sweet!
Come and do me when I tweet.

Commedia dell'Arte structure. The really good thing about working a modern subject through a classical base is the structure works so flexibly and perfectly. Test of a million Piazzas in a Cart. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. Should there be a real cart? 

Billy Bonesaw is Pantalone and Il Capitano? Leering and bullying and lying. Not a buffoon.
BB is not the former guy. He is all the former guys. Stalin was not a buffoon. But it is about an American tyrant conman. worra worra 

No Melantonia...VictorAntonia? ...making me laugh...SenorPuttingItIn...order there needs to be order....

Senor PuttingItIn
Billy Bonesaw's man
Has his dangle done
Whenever Bonesaw can.
PuttingItIn hollers
Bozhe moy!
I just love my American toy. 

Got to do something with STEAM MY PANTS.

STEAM MY PANTS
WHILE I RANT MY RANTS.
oh baby pants my steam sssss     nothing nothing nothing wrinkle twinkle 

Oh no a wrinkle. Come here Miss Twinkle. 
I need you now to take my spots away.
I cannot be dirty 
(or even flirty...?) no reaching here sucks
My look is all I have to make my way. 

BILLY BONESAW
I am making a list
Checking it twice.
I will decide who is naughty or nice.
Black Helicopters coming to Town.

MISS TWINKLE
Oh Ma, 
I don't want to die. 
I don't think I can stand
To smell the Rivers fry.
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CHORUS???? Bobbits????

News at noon - 
The President has a penis.
4  p.m. -
The President has a penis and he uses it. 
Enchanted evening -
The President has a lovely, loyal and intelligent wife; 
He has a penis and it is
Evidently the focus of conspiracy.

STEAM MY PANTS
WHILE I RANT MY RANTS.
oh baby pants my steam sssss 

CHORUS:

A Hero came from the morass
Whose balls are made out of brass.
In Stormy Weather
They clang together
And burn Billy Bonesaw in the ass. 
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Maybe Bobbitt funnier???? yeah but Sinclair Lewis????

MR AND MRS BABBIT alternately:

Bouncing Billy
Is having a shit fit.
Get Melantonia
To give him some tit tit.

We feeling desperate
Cuz DC is a cesspit.
And Billy Bonesaw
Is such a lackwit.

We can leave town
While He has his Hoe down.
Let's use the Prius
So no one will see us.

We need to dump DC.
Enjoy sweet liberty.
Ibiza is good
For you and me.
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A Patron of mine has suggested I turn 4 years of doggerel into a performance piece. I am going to have to stop saying "I do not know what to do with myself." Always some miscreant with a suggestion around,

I am already thinking I need a Choreographer and Percussionist for performance. Maybe Temple will help me find a way to do this. I think I have the gravitas now to get this done...maybe...

I will combine material from the Bill Clinton era piece. A picture of America and...how power is exercised...and by whom...and sex...and drugs...and rock and roll...and filth and dirt...flags...drums...

I said I was not going to do any more theatre. I must be out of my fucking mind. 

I am going to develop the script here. Sort of like The Living Theatre this will be The Living Script. And it is for me. I really do not give a fuck what you think and I really do desperately care what you think. God help me. 

Hang on to your eyeglasses. This could get really sick and really boring...and really disconnected for awhile...like making bills and sausage...nobody has to read it...maybe nobody will?,,,god help me...please to throw money...no quarters...andiamo...