ACT I.
Scene I. A café.
'Should my avocado smash'd, crush'd or slicèd be?'
'Yes, I know not. For tho I had it crush'd at Sunday brunch the last—and I do tell thee it was incredible—I have heard tale too that smoosh'd amazing is. Couldst thou smoosh one's avocado?'
'Should my avocado smash’d, crush’d or slicèd be?'
'Yes, I know not. For tho I had it crush’d at Sunday brunch the last—and I do tell thee that it was incredible—I have heard tale too that smoosh’d amazing is. Couldst thou smoosh one's avocado?
INTRODVCING...
INTRODVCING...
A
ROMANTIC
Conceited Comedy
(OFTEN DIRTY)
call'd
A MODERN LOVE STORY
TOLD IN A LANGUAGE GREATER THAN OUR OWN.
A MODERN
LOVE STORY
TOLD IN A LANGUAGE
GREATER THAN OUR OWN.
'My living days are over and shall be
Forever soon for loving days exchang’d.
I have to my love said, Choose—one day, or
Not at all; eventu’lly or never.'
'And she?'
'Hath said that never shall it Never be,
But When!'
'My living days are over and shall be
Forever soon for loving days exchang’d.
I have to my love said, Choose—one day, or
Not at all; eventu’lly or never.'
'And she?'
'Hath said that never shall it Never be,
But When!'
ACTUALLY,
A VERY MODERN
LOVE STORY.
ACTUALLY,
A VERY MODERN
LOVE STORY.
'Tonight, alike no other in its
Glowingness of set, doth set us up for
Consummation grand and most spectacular.
'What mean’st thou, Consummation?'
'I would blow thee.'
'Thou wouldst blow me?'
'As the warm and moistest wind. I am
as frisky as bonobo.'
'Tonight, alike no other in its
Glowingness of set, doth set us up for
Consummation grand and most spectacular.
'What mean’st thou, Consummation?'
'I would blow thee.'
'Thou wouldst blow me?'
'As the warm and moistest wind. I am as
frisky as bonobo.'
WITH A DEPRAVED
FILM PRODVCER AS
YOVR PROTAGONIST.
WITH A DEPRAVED
FILM PRODVCER
AS YOVR PROTAGONIST
'But fore I soon as banish'd leave, my brother—
To whose do-gooding shall be ill-doing done,
And from whose Whens all Eventu'llies wrench'd.
My likeness will I make of his true loves—
One nightmare of our two disparate dreams—
And deprive him I of future 'cause he's
Fuck'd withal my past! Now just; you; watch me.'
'But ‘fore I soon as banish’d leave, my brother,
To whose do-gooding shall be ill-doing done
And from whose Whens all Eventu’llies wrench’d.
My likeness will I make of his true loves—
One nightmare of our two disparate dreams—
And deprive him I of future 'cause he's
Fuck’d withal my past. Now just; you; watch me.'
SET ENTIRELY
IN MELBOURNE
—much of it on the very beach
upon which it was written—
TO SAVE A
FOREST VIRGIN
is the story of four people who
spend an Australian summer
falling in love—
only to find that their
affections might merely
be manipulations,
their lust a cruel conspiracy.
SET ENTIRELY IN MELBOURNE,
—much of it on the very beach upon which it was written—
TO SAVE A
FOREST
VIRGIN
is the story of four people who spend an Australian summer falling in love—
only to find that their affections might merely be manipulations, their lust a cruel conspiracy.
Taking Shakespeare
Taking Shakespeare
aaaaall the way to
aaaaall the way to
CONTAINS MVCH POETRY
CONTAINS
MVCH POETRY
'When are mortals be but when in love?
When do we exist but when of someone
Are enamour'd? What be life, fair summer,
If not to love?
'When are mortals be but when in love?
When do we exist but when of someone
Are enamour’d? What be life, fair Summer,
If not to love?'
MVCH WOOING
'And yet he is much handsome: eyes possess'd
That when he smileth blue infects thy white
Excitement and doth stir thy deep's suppress'd
With wilding thoughts of all that's rare might happen.'
...MVCH WOOING
'And yet he is much handsome: eyes possess’d
That when he smileth blue, infects thy white
Excitement and doth stir thy deep’s suppress’d
With wilding though of all that’s rare might happen.'
AND MVCH...
WELL—
AHEM.
SEX.
AND MVCH...
WELL—
AHEM.
SEX.
'Why comest thou not!?'
'The wine overhangs my spirit.'
'Should I stop?'
'No, no. God no.'
'Is that more correct?'
'Location yes, but still in method lacking.'
'Perhaps if thou allow'd me kiss thy neck?'
'Not till thou hast brushèd twice thy teeth.'
'There?'
'Closer, yes, but still not done aright—thy circles are too tight.'
'Why comest thou not!?'
'The wine overhangs my spirit.'
'Should I stop?'
'No, no. God no.'
'Is that more correct?'
'Location yes, but still in method lacking.'
'Perhaps if thou allow’d me kiss thy neck?'
'Not till thou hast brushéd twice thy teeth.'
'There??'
'Closer, yes, but still not done aright—
thy circles are too tight.'
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BY RENOWN'D
AUSTRALIAN CONSERVATION
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