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tyrypyry

somewhere in my notes, 2006:

Someone was taking down a poster for a souvenir and discovered a hole in the wall behind it that lead to a magical kingdom where those who are involved in small-scale theatre are hunted down and killed by an evil queen, and as a result, all the people are miserable. The visitor from our land becomes a folk hero, living in the woods, performing good one-person shows for the peasants, and deliberately bad ones for the nobles, until eventually the wicked queen is overthrown and a golden age of happiness comes to the land. They live their entire lives in the kingdom, but when they return… NO TIME HAS PASSED!!!! They write a show about their amazing experience, which a reviewer calls ‘preachy' and rates '4 stars'.

I can see

magic invades the spotlight as soon as alarm is set
and miracles curfew is impending
fragile little chances hang air-suspended
waiting to be stabbed
rains with prizes and feels hellishly beautiful
curfew impending
as reality stabs our dream-puffy eyes.
how we expected it reality alarmists scaremongering, marionetish-pulling, clutching to the bottom of our weightless curtains,
torturing our weightless curtains.
the way we wanted it


only the forbidden fits inside
our widely open delusion-screens
headtrip with me skyward
because we know it will be over

the cat is in the cupboards among the cups and the glasses. now. now.

no really. now