(It’s true)

“There is no time like the present.”

The past

(Once)

Perhaps, but only for a second.

And the future

(Where we’re heading)

Is just a repeating question.

All those within time lack all sense of direction.

(But)

We    hold    some    sway     against the passage of time.

(Still)

We fill no space. Now is a point in a line.

“I’ve dreamed unhappy things!”

Words of Kris Kringle in red

If you sit on my lap today
A kiss a toy is the price you’ll pay.
When you tell what you wish for —
In a whisper–
Be prepared to pay.

If you sit on my lap today
A kiss a toy is the price you’ll pay.
When you sit upon my left knee,
Don’t be stingy–
Be prepared to pay.

If whenever you take,
You give a little back,
Then whoever you love
Will give a little love back.
So give a little love,
Get a little love back.
Don’t you have a little love
That you want to get back?

(ahem)

If you sit on my lap today
A kiss a toy is the price you’ll pay.
When you sit upon my left knee,
Don’t be stingy–
Be prepared to pay…

Nothin’ Doin’

“See? It’s easy!” cries Reggie, touching his privates against the bark of a hundred year old sycamore.

“That may be part of the problem,” replies Edward, backing away. “It’s not just the hard stuff, Reg. Some of the easy stuff just isn’t worth doin’ either.”

He’s nearly to the fence when Reggie calls to him again.

“I value different things than you, Edward! Touch is the important sense to me — it’s like my seeing!”

Edward shakes his head. His hand rests on the gate, ready to swing. He hesitates like he can’t decide whether he should say something or if just thinking it is enough.

“Kids climb on those things,” he says without turning. “They climb all up and down them.”

Reggie bites his lip. Still pressed against the tree, he thinks to himself, “You bastard.”

Then Edward says the same and shuts the gate behind him.

Not one more bite!

So maybe tonight I get real drunk and pay off all of my bills! I mean, why not?

Don$t know why I$ve even got it$ What the hell am I gonna do with $? Beer?

And besides, these guys want it- they really, really want it! So take it.

“Just in case” is no good to me here.

FUNK YOUR CLOCKS %& funk your death!!

Part the First, ACT 1, SCENE 1: The Burgeoning

Enter MY TEENAGE LIFE and KENT.

I’S:    The worst way to live has got to be “temporarily.”                                                         Right? I mean, who’s with me!

OTHER I’S:    ?

I’S:    I suppose no one is who’s listening.

[Aside] Guess I’ll be an artist now

Enter [KENT, the] Bastard [, holding a check].

KENT:    Sure, sure- on the weekends.

[Hands check] Gotta pay them bills, chief! [Cuts off arm]

CHORUS: The blood! She is pouring now! Pouring herself out onto the dirty, empty floor. The dirty, empty floor, and the money.

Exeunt.