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GIRL:
Bicycle, divy bike, red car.
White car, grey car.
Grey car. Greyer car.
Red car white car.
I don’t know what that is. Beige ? That’s a horrible car.
Horrible color. It's got a good color. That car, that car car, black car .
Uh, black car, black car,
sorry, blue car, white car,
car,
Silver car.
Orange car, black car, silver car,
Green track fish truck, gray car. Dark gray car,
car
Car. Oh, my God, two seafood trucks passing each other. Lobster, fish, seafood, and gourmet.
Everything's different. Now, red is about to start the car. You couldn't be the same. You have No different direction. Silver car
Colorado state.
Okay. Car
Left too many cars,
Washed it out, left on Washington.
Everything changed after the two shrimp carts past each other, things are different.
Everyone's gotten quite a bit younger since that happened. Cars had been replaced with people Sort of walking in the same direction with some pressers .
Give me Martez. I got some groceries.
There's a fire engine. The post office card that appears to be blocking the fire engine. I hope There's another fire
has this brake brake brake brake brake brake, brake brake, silver car
red brick.
Great. Great. Great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great
Mark Key. Ani Ani green on, in green, on it. Red on brick brick, stone cafe.
No stone
Break,
uh, whatever they built modular classrooms. How does this part of the building and then break
California.
Great car
stone, brick,
California,
Little cheese, Royal pine air freshener, underground metal brick red car, great car.
Metal door. Great car. Nice wood. Great stone brick tree ,
black car, 94 bus.
Battery that roadside assistance
Furniture,
mannequin full size
Descartes blue car
Crossing the street. Silvercar red car,
Community garden, named Moyle.
Taking a security distress, sir, sir. Circuitous route
Metra truck. Sorry, maybe I think of gas, gray, gray truck.
Pumpkin neon side, black car base, car truck,
white blue, gray, gray car,
silver car
Stone brick. Black rope, Silvercar wood. So great stone brick backyard. Great, great Car black car red car.
We met
silver car,
the law offices of Michael aide Perez, stone. Great wood, great car. It's my car. Brick brick Brick brick, brick, brick. Great
bakery ,
several tables, marble wood metal, marble metal, gray car. Metal awning closed on a four Year black car. We're good car, great car, $65. You know, metal pipes, wires, brick stone , pink car.
Stone brick stone, black card,
black card
stone,
gray car backpack.
blue car crossing the street
battle. Okay. Brick, brick, stone, stone awning .
Greg Carr alley, but great. So stone on it. Bright yellow car. Silver car. Great car red car, Car, car, white car metal. Great black car, a deep red car, deeper blue car, silver car neon sign, open
three car.
uh,
great. Great stone stone brick, great modular classroom. Great car.
A darker.
metal
black car.
Ki metal key wooden door.
cat house.
Cat
cat,
cat home bags.
And.
White Car
Red car red car
White car
parking sign
puddle
locket
pink locket
humming pink locket
what is this?
pink buzzing locket with shining light on it
wonder what happens if i open it ?
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Princesses
We, who play at the same speeds as the ones fashioned before us,
Who walk through doors and become them,
Who sweep through halls assuming their same shadows,
And burst with the same magic from our fingertips ,
We, offer you the burden of our great sorrow
Humbly guarded here for generations 3
Or four, and by whose weight we have anchored our people
The compounded longings, melancholies, blights, and drooping crests,
Chiseled by years of enduring insupportable acts from every odd angle,
Hardened to one great callus
And expanded by the corresponding briny tears
Composes our moon, lighting the way for hand holders during the dark hours
The same sphere, during the day, is our sun,
For what are the moon and the sun but the same creature in a different light ?
That incandescent pink ball, the sorceress of our weather, perched in our sky, we call Misery
And she is the mother of us all
Without her we would surely whither and meet grim death.
She is now unwell, poised to become so grim within that the bonds grown centuries ago may break.
We are but new borns not yet weaned from the Misery’s tit and her milk grows stale
But to you we must seem giant beings, ancient in concept, and profound beyond belief
Why visit you with such grand ideas, notions, and perils ?
Why invest in one such as you the great power of Misery to aid in her restoration or at least maintenance ?
Why have we, as you put “chosen” you for this great honor ?
You must think you have some outstanding quality that makes you valuable to us ?
Something special that attracts our attention and need,
Some prophesied fate as our savior ?
Please, do not entertain such notions. We did not chose you, you were simply here.
You see, our situation is dire. We would beg assistance of any stranger and in fact, we do
You are neither first nor last of our solicitations
Most refuse, but most are unable to conceive of the maintenance of suffering as a worthy task
But such work does a princess make
So before you make hasty exit, which we tally as a negative response,
Please consider what grandeur you may be immersed in if you stay and help
Girl
Um that sounds great, but I’m too like obsessed with my own sadness to like take on anybody else’s. Plunging into other people’s sadness would not be good for me.
Princesses
All misery comes from the same moon.
Which is also a sun.
Add your gloom to ours and find strength in commiseration.
GIRL
Uhh.. I’m not really sure about this. If I spend too much time around people who are really sad, then I start to take on the sadness and then it makes me a worse person to be around. I’m just one of those people who like soaks up everybody else’s feelings and it gets really hard you know?
Princesses
That’s not a real type of person. You have to deal with all of it.
Girl
Um, okay. So, what do I have to do for this to be real ?
Princesses
Every princess is a journeyer of circadian character
They make pilgrimage each day to one of several Pools of Lugubriousness, despondent ponds
and weep until they have fulfilled the secular covenant between moon and mortal
Girl
How many tears does it take ?
Princesses
the stability of our harsh mistress’s orbit depends on quality more than quantity
and thus on time more than tears counted
all that’s asked of a princess is that they whimper salty odes for 400 minutes diurnally
Girl
That seems like a really long time to do literally anything
But this seems durational, or something.
Princesses
You are participating in the salvation of your species. Of course it is durational.
Girl
Oh, okay.
Princesses
You will need to commit to princess tears
You must cultivate adequate ducts for draining precious flowage
And keep strictly to a high sodium diet for tear potency
The more fully you give your grief to our collection, the more brightly our moon Misery can shine, and when she is our sun she may also shine, feeding and keeping alive our great planet and its inhabitants.
And so it has always been.
The well adjusted are too blinded by plumage to appreciate what keeps them alive
and for just how long this has been so
as long as we have known.
Girl
I don’t want to do this just because it’s like redemptive or something.
Princesses
You will not be redeemed in any way from this venture.
In fact, you may find yourself a more devout observer of the Great Wallow.
As your contemporaries might evaluate our proposal, we see no benefit to you
But you seem… interested.
Girl
It does seem like something I would do I though?
Princesses
The realist in us feels obliged to mention this commitment could easily derail any attempt at maintaining a healthy routine with respect to other obligations, necessities or desires
Do you understand that 400 minutes is roughly 7 hours?
Girl
Easy. I feel like I would excel in this position.
Princesses
Time passes. Our sun Misery hits the gnomen at later angles yet
You must begin post-haste or fear losing daylight
Girl
Where am I going
Princesses
Fortunately, we have many Pools of Lugubriousness conveniently located throughout your neighborhood. None travel far to fill up her jar, we say.
We are locating the closest pool now
It appears there is a location close by the way at the intersection of N Francisco Avenue and Thomas St, in Parking Lot 9 of what was once the Norwegian American Hospital
There you will find a puddle
Look closely for the right one, but once you have it, let flow your tears for 400 minutes so that they may add themselves to the pool.
Princesses
Oh, there is one more thing.
Girl
Um… okay what is it ?
Princesses
You must change… into your princess form.
Girl
My princess form—
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TEAR APPRECIATION MESSAGE.... BLOOM!!!!
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4. |
durational or something
17:24
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GIRL
Holy shit I’m like covered in new stuff, what is all this—
PRINCESSES
You must hurry, daylight fades. Run to your puddle.
(Walks part of the way, music gets somber starts coming in)
GIRL
What is this place ?
PRINCESSES
This was once part of a parking lot. To many it still is. Tears have beaten this gravel and made such a crater.
GIRL
A puddle.
PRINCESSES
Yes. You can hear other princesses crying. You must join in their weeping. You can see them now too, invisible to others but always there. Have you ever seen rain fall into a puddle ? Where from did you think that rain came?
GIRL
The sky ? The water system or table or whatever
PRINCESSES
Ha! What fools you mortals are. You probably do not even know what these tears do once collected !
GIRL
Oh yeah I was gonna ask that.
PRINCESSES
Have you heard of the ocean, princess?
(intense weeping)
GIRL
I hear echoes from a surface, and let myself rise to the top. My head has penetrated the skin of the ocean, and now breathes only sky, though my depths still tread. My voice, once human, now sounds in Princess, and I hear words boom across the water.
THE VOICE OF MISERY’S REFLECTION ON THE WATER
I am the voice of the moon reflected on the top of the water.
When my speech is bounced off the right section of the ocean, it translates it into your language. You must speak the ancient language of this part of the ocean, or have been bestowed with princess powers.
How did you arrive here? I know not from where you came. Only that you are here. Most likely, you have become overwhelmed with the flood of tears during the daily offering. This happens to many beginners, and you look like you have just begun. If concentration is broken during observance of the great wallow, you may easily be betrayed by your own senses and fall victim to the deluge. You have ended up here, the ocean.
GIRL
I realize that I am not alone in the ocean, there are countless treading princesses in the water was far as my little eyes can see through the fog. The moon is not speaking directly to me but to everyone who may hear the vibrations of Misery’s voice pierce the sea.
MISERY
You feel stranded. At once rapt in a grand adventure, and unable to decipher your part in it. You’re silly little beans in a wet stew. I may light you home, as shuttles depart every 7 or so minutes during rush hour. Do not dally, lest you rest poorly and end back here tomorrow. Now, clap eyes on this hulk.
GIRL
I don’t know what kind of animal it is but its suddenly there. Gigantic, scarred thing. All I can make out is a huge fin. I see a line of princesses maybe a hundred long, each grabbing on to parts of the fin, so I do the same. I fall asleep curled around a barnacle. When I wake we are near the shore, faintly discernible in the moonlight. Right before my eyes the animal I have hitched onto evolves into a land dweller, its fins growing to become legs and it trots out of the water to deposit us on the beach. Princesses hop off all parts of the mammal before its legs begin to smooth back into fins and it slides back into the sea. As I reorient to my surroundings, I realize I am back in my neighborhood and it is daylight. I hear one last echo from the moon:
MISERY
A true mammal always comes back to the sea.
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metal key wooden door
02:04
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GIRL
great. Great stone stone brick, great modular classroom. Great car.
A darker.
metal
black car.
Ki metal key wooden door.
cat house.
Cat
cat,
cat home bags.
End.
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