"an artificial heart" was performed on stage in the summer 1861, just outside of little britain. in 1982 the script to the play was found in the gutter, along with a pages of volume III of "great expectations", a tobacco pipe, a set of half used matches and a note. what was contained in the note was difficult to make out, but is transcribed at the end of the script as the way it appeared when found in 1982.
(act I)
when i awoke this morning a strange cloud seemed to hover over my head. and every destination that i arrived at, the cloud (which was dark and thick and blue and gray and powerful and intoxicating and, and) would stare at me, with eyes of revenge. this is how i interpreted it. when i curled up to read a book, the cloud mimicked my motions with a sneer of eloquence, well knowing what i had gotten myself into. somewhere inside of me is a hope for a yellow sun to fall into my path.
(act II)
breaking away from waves of nourishment is not easy. i encourage you, my dear friends, to try and do so. i am in this process as i write, so if i fall and sink under water, please understand and don't hold my lack of experience against me. mother nature mother nurture i cannot understand you. what i wish to have for my own, has never been so misunderstood. and adontwstlosevgpqasightmnbofuotastheflkjsdfllighthousekjigwhenvqflknwis--the water is cold. next time i go for a swim, i plan on wearing what they call a "life vest".
(act III)
i set fire to my briefcase this afternoon. i couldn't walk any further. i considered it a retaliation to events that preceded this afternoon's abrupt change of heart. the path that i expected to once become filled with golden rays has deceived me, fire resembled my dream so it made due (and due well). most didn't find the idea of flame fitting. i disagree.
(act IV)
i was supposed to get my thoughts of her out in four weeks. this, my friends, has not happened.
end (curtain).
*note: i m h ble actor, so if one ou could ta e m y w r s and bring them to life, would a re iate ths tremend . if ac ing is not yo r forte, i nvit yo (n ble one) to f ll w w it p a d pad i n h nd (but don't make me aware of your being there).
(act I)
when i awoke this morning a strange cloud seemed to hover over my head. and every destination that i arrived at, the cloud (which was dark and thick and blue and gray and powerful and intoxicating and, and) would stare at me, with eyes of revenge. this is how i interpreted it. when i curled up to read a book, the cloud mimicked my motions with a sneer of eloquence, well knowing what i had gotten myself into. somewhere inside of me is a hope for a yellow sun to fall into my path.
(act II)
breaking away from waves of nourishment is not easy. i encourage you, my dear friends, to try and do so. i am in this process as i write, so if i fall and sink under water, please understand and don't hold my lack of experience against me. mother nature mother nurture i cannot understand you. what i wish to have for my own, has never been so misunderstood. and adontwstlosevgpqasightmnbofuotastheflkjsdfllighthousekjigwhenvqflknwis--the water is cold. next time i go for a swim, i plan on wearing what they call a "life vest".
(act III)
i set fire to my briefcase this afternoon. i couldn't walk any further. i considered it a retaliation to events that preceded this afternoon's abrupt change of heart. the path that i expected to once become filled with golden rays has deceived me, fire resembled my dream so it made due (and due well). most didn't find the idea of flame fitting. i disagree.
(act IV)
i was supposed to get my thoughts of her out in four weeks. this, my friends, has not happened.
end (curtain).
*note: i m h ble actor, so if one ou could ta e m y w r s and bring them to life, would a re iate ths tremend . if ac ing is not yo r forte, i nvit yo (n ble one) to f ll w w it p a d pad i n h nd (but don't make me aware of your being there).
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