experimentsinartBookpart4

Perreaoult thinks a thought within his head

With the passing of the new year all 2000-year-old threats become terrorist acts

Death in art has been
" a formal subject a long time"
But the killing of people
forlorn art is not a recognized reality.
can't help but think of the museums of the world
with the remains of human beings
So beautifully beautiful of arrangements
for the consumption of their audiences.

Perreaoult is elated
He thinks of his next show
But this is the show
Karen eyes his print..
Her art
Paintings...he dare not critic!

   Ok mike, Do you know that this week marks another mass suicide?
And that it was a priest and some nuns that came together for the renewal of the Ten Commandments in
                 Uganda. Now some three hundred people are dead.
   "Mike, or whom ever your voyeur is".
So you still can't understand the painting Apocalypse Crucifixion".    Are you telling me that you still can't understand?   This is what it means you idiot! It means�Must you survive by murder?

Ok here's the situation.

Your brother tells his brothers to kill
my brother.

You say that a fellow man that tells brothers to kill brothers of another is not a fellow man of yours.

Then the man who your brother has convinced to kill
kills my brother.

You say that your brother has nothing to do with this.

You say that you are not brother to he that kills
my brother
or he who tells another to kill my brother.

I then say to you; this man has had his brothers kill my brother,
this man must be brought to justice for his acts of

murder.

To which you say,
"no, he is my brother"

You say, that
your brother cannot murder

But your brother has murdered - look; can you not believe your own eyes?

What is the penalty for murder
��
��Death?

And if you are brother to that which murders

Which brother must die?

Situation 27: having run out of fresh characters I decide that one of the body-less voices comes on to the stage grabs hold of the mannequins holds it up in front of his or her face and states the lines here read

I have this dream, and in it a lot of people are praying to god for forgiveness. In this dream they are expecting the end of reality� but it doesn't come.
Now some of the people want back the things they gave up as offerings to god.
But the leaders in communion with god cannot comply... so the people become angry and complain.
The leaders� seeing that their power is affected, come to a means of making, "everything is gonna be allllright".

I now have three images in my head.
One is a naked, not nude child
The other is a flower
Of a weed
And the last is a violent image
Now
What am I to do with these images eh?
Shall I give them to you perhaps?
Or destroy them before ever they exist
If I don't create the image then the image is the last - conceive!
If I do
Then I have a vote�do you see?
And by way I give the naked child a vote
And the weed

The Dark Gift
a sea of flowers.
never expected to bury our own

All of us in the family screwed down the lid and we knew he was in there and that we had done all we could."
preferred flowers scattered about

Change the music
          total control of thine mental facilities
          of course you're not brain washed
          be Zulu or zygote
          tell me of completeness
          while brain washed
          now ask me what is wrong
          smack me in angered denial
          change into opaque glaring white light
          in mental confusion
          helter skelter
          to prove your sanity of control
          string me up
          snap my neck bone
          because you hate my music
          erewhile of formally you hated me
          but loved my music so
          such classics
          of misunderstanding
          brainwashed children
          living on a flat world
          and falling off the edge
          my mother cares so much for me
          your momma cares for you
          maybe I'm wrong
          for brain washings
          a nasty business

          are you hungry?
          is their erethism?
          irritating in you brain?
          what I'm I to you
          brain washed fool
          of unleashed genus
          gone helter skelter
          Breathe the essence
          of even and regular thoughts
          proving the concretion
          of correctness
          play some music
          on your stereo
          don't worry of my taste
          I carry no discourtesy
          indeed
          I'll use it as an excipient
          to carry mine own insights
          play me music of your relaxation time
          music of your ease

feel the lilac breeze
          as I sing
          with enfolding embrace
          put your gourd a-tease
          don't worry of me
          I'll adjust
          or perhaps
          your music's the same as mine
          we're not so different after all
          I'm sorry
          forgive me
          I've done it again
          interrupting our rivalry
          for supremacy
          in music
          what has happened to my hospitality?
          it must have become as indecipherable
          as the music we both loved so
          our mothers loved it
          as children we loved it
          now brain washed
          we zygotes
          smack each other
          for being to much alike
          blinded in the glare
          of our differences in music
          falling off the edge
          in our muse of white washed minds