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A rework from out of the five miles high club sailed down by parachute one day, and, landing on my lawn gave me quite a visage of it landing, sprawled out and perfect, and right in front of me, almost.
I gasped out loud at this and just had to gargle as I felt another stiff letter coming on, and I knew exactly who I would give it to as well in the after-rush of this where I was leaning ever so slightly.
Alright: it’s glass pain I admit, and it’s death-proof, and coming up from that well where my heart is buried, where it’s but a moment and a moment and a moment long, yes, it’s my heart burning through the pain towards escaping and going home once again, oh, oh, the pain.
Cut, said the movie director. Five minutes and then everyone back in their places… smoke break.
I was having nervous echoes shivering down my spine and couldn’t hear a thing, but when everyone ran for a piss break and a sandwich, I did too.
If I spin inside my own castles for too long will I go mad, I wondered, or will I be a mission dripping into tomorrow and counting chickens?
There was no answer to this, so I had my smoke and got back to it.
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Undoing the harness and throwing off a helmet to let long golden hair fall down her back was the most stunning blonde I’d ever seen wearing a jump suit, and although I was but a loose leaf dying in the sun most of the time I just had to go see what was going on and maybe offer a stiff drink to the intruder if it was so warranted.
Shrugging out of her jump suit and gathering up her parachute she looked up and noticed me coming closer and gave me a mischivious smile.
It’s not every day that this happens to me, I can tell you, oh no, most days I’m the wrecked tile on the floor, or the bamboo mat. But today I am king and running across my lawn.
Cute said the movie director. We shall now move on to the next scene…
…I love you. You are mine. Please forgive me. Come to me in my dreams I winked at her…
The blonde on my lawn stood up all the way and shimmered right in front of me and brought me to a full stop about five feet in front of her.
It was here that I remembered the merry months of May of my youth where I promised all to the gods of abandonment that I would not surrender without a fight or loose a tooth without trying.
So I took another step and braved into the winds of it all…
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I was searching deep and grooving and hoping to give of myself the best that I could in every moment and kind of dancing, when the director said: cut. What scene is this?
Scrubwash was I for running in front of the bus too early. It’s the scene that comes next I said, and got ready to duck.
Give that man a biscuit said the movie director, scratching his head and walking off into the next scene and leaving the walking wounded behind him.
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What am I doing here I said as the tea lady came on to bandage my wounds that were bleeding away, and offer me some comfort for all I was gasping for; maybe some shakespeanian comedy of it all; maybe some compartment of death.
Terribly sorry, but we have no cure for that she said; perhaps you’d like to try another department said the tea lady, giving me a biscuit and standing up as if to go.
But I was sent here to this one I said, by my whole existence, the script says so… and this moment is everything, and it has taken me my whole life to get here, wherever here is.
There-there she said, and gave me back to myself, and adjusting her curlers, she moved off to somewhere else.
I stared into the rest of my dismal life and wondered if love could save me once again, and why was I such a lowly paid actor?
Jesus was not doing any saviour acts on me, that’s for sure, and to tell you the truth, lately I’ve been thinking of looking for another saviour to save me, maybe one that’s still alive.
The director was in his seat and snoring away, and I thought: what a lovely man, and so carried on with the movie as if I had nothing else to do in the moment that was bringing me all my quickenings.
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Tea bags of rice, tea bags of rice sang the rice man. An old tea bag raking away in the far corner where the leaves were falling was moving across the stage of his life right in front of the cameras and out the corner of my eye, and pushing herculean his heavy load; which gave me the thought that this could be me in no time at all if I couldn’t pull something out of the bag quick like and snakish to plume.
So I said: you’ve landed on my lawn.
Yes I have she said.
What are you doing here?
I’m just dropping in.
May I offer you a glass of sherry?
I thought you’d never ask.
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Hmm, what’s going on now, said the movie director, almost coming awake in his sunken dreams hovering over him and pressing him down into hell to die the devil’s death and forever be damned or give up hail marys forever.
Cut, said the movie director, from out of the depths of his dreaming.
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End of part one.
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