Standing on a stage, a little boy performed opposite, in competition with, a little girl. Initially, he wanted to beat her, to win the competition since surely, there was some sort of prize at stake here, but he liked her.Secretly he wanted her to win, but it was too early for him to know that yet. He admired her, but I can't remember what she looks like or who she is really. I was no where to be found, floating around in a disembodied state watching the ripples in life.
For this stage show, each contestant was given a character to act out. The characters were announced. Don't remember her role. The little boy had to play the Joker. As soon as he heard his role, he began to cry inside and whine at the cruel fate inflicted upon him. There's no way I can win playing as the joker. The contest was driven by voter responses. No one would vote for the Joker. However, people probably would vote for the Joker...but there was something different about this competition. They might have been selecting a leader.
The little boy gave his performance as the joker. It was something simple, four lines at most, focusing on a comical nihilism, the laughing Sisyphus. The crowd did not respond, and he knew the competition was over. He was actually happy at this moment though...in a bittersweet sort of way. So he went back-stage to his caretaker, where she smiled and pulled out a three inch knife. She cut open his face underneath his eyes and at each corner of his mouth. He laughed hysterically and felt at peace.
In die Welt, sitzen wir mit keine Idee warum wir heir bestehen. Natürlich, unser Auftrag ist uns aufklärend. Nie Mann kann für einander aufklärend, aber jede Mann kann euch helfen. Ich müß Deutschland besuchen...
Never be afraid to present your painting half finished. It never will be finished, and if you never present it...why bother making it.Labels: Dreams
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