Act One Sence- You know Fuck it

I have often wondered if a preganant woman was decapitated

would the baby survive, would the baby survive?

And I have also wondered if that baby lives his life

What kind of life will that baby lead

And will the baby ever be happy?

His heart will be bloated and swollen

Just like his soul

Too big to fit in his body

And I don’t think that I can take it
And I don’t think that you can take it
And I know that he sure as hell can’t take it
So we all go on.

I'll I'll be back in a few days. I gotta clear my head.

Act One Scene Four

I've been thinking a lot lately about our jobs.

Our roles. Our Parts in His Play.

You want to know why I think there are two roles? His and Other?




Of course you do! That's why you come to Momma every time.

What do you get out of Proxies, Agents and the like?

You get an enemy. An enemy you can hit, talk to, reason with. You have an objective. Kill This guy, kill this enemy.  Once you've given up hope of beating HIM, you'll focus on the Proxies. You can beat these badguys.


Suddenly, you have hope. You beat this guy...maybe you can do more. Maybe its going to be you.


What do Proxies and their ilk get from this arrangement?

They get something to control. Proxies, Agents, they have no control they're scared, they have no hope.

But they can bring other saps down with them. Make them suffer as the Proxy suffers. They can't control their own lives but they can influence another. Suddenly, they have identity. I'm a villian. I'm bad.

And they get an end under some other saps heel.

But remember kids. Proxies ain't zombies. They're humans, like you or me.

specially me.

They cry, they miss their lives.

A wise man once said, when ya fight monsters, watch that you don't become one. When ya look into the abyss, it looks inta you.

Break too many faces with your heel, and someday you'll be the one being smashed.

I garuntee it.

Like Brian

Act One Scene Three

Sorry for the delays! I've been busy busy busy. Spinning wheels, dealing cards, cheating lying gambling acting. You know. Day to day stuff.

Someone asked who I was. Good Ol' Morning Glory.

I suppose I should follow through with an answer in detail such an illustrious person would deserve.



I kid I kid. You people don't get to know shit about me. Not yet. Not now.

Let's just say I owe HIM a favor.


yeah that seems about right...


Anyways, NEWS!

I've been working on some fanworks! Kay if you somehow read my blog, don't worry I gots something special fo' youse.


Mostly though I've been working on some fanart for my favorite pairings. That should be up tomorrow. 


For now though I have a date to see a man about a dog~


Bahahahaha. 


Am I being literal? Am I being cryptic? OOOOOOhhhhhhhhh Spoooooky! 


But no seriously I'm going to find that neighbors dog and gut it. Last time it barks this late for no goddam reason.

Act One, Scene Two

Well, some people were curious enough to make this journey.

Thank you. I am a man who loves an audience.


 Well friends, it's that time again.


 I see the same patterns over and over again. You people. Why don't you ever learn?

Do you people not read each others writing? Is that it?



This game you all play. It's a lot like gambling. No, it IS gambling.

You guys, you don't know when you have to many cards, or when to fold. Its baffling to me.


At the same time, you people sometimes hold when you have no chance of winning.

I've been watching you clowns for a while and its the same cycle after same cycle. One group comes in, that group becomes insane/jaded/dead and stops reaching out, or stops REALLY reaching out. And then a new group comes in, is ignored by the last group and the cycle repeats.

That's why I'm here.


IF MOMMA AIN'T HAPPY AIN'T NOBODY HAPPY.

AND I'M YO MOMMA.

Act One Scene one

Oh hello there.


Don't mind me, go ahead get comfortable. Scratch yourself. Take a seat. There's plenty.


NO DONT SIT ON THAT CHAIR YOU FAT LUG YOU'LL BREAK IT.


Just kidding just kidding.


Anyways, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (roll that shit around  savor it) am Maurice.


I'm an Actor by trade.


There's a seedy bar somewhere. Its mid afternoon. There's a paino off to the side and one of the few lights in the room is right over it.


Im sitting on the piano stool, running my fingers over the keys.


Our handsome dashing protagonist smiles at his audience, (Thats YOU if you aren't following) and begins to lay and sing a familiar song.

My story is much too sad to be told, 

But practically ev'rything leeeeeaaaaaaaaves me totally cold
 

The only exception I know is the caseeeeeee
 

 When I'm out on a quiet spree 

Fighting vainly the old ennui

(PSSSSST THAT MEANS BOREDOM. I know most of you are barely literate so I thought I'd make sure.)

And I suddenly turn and see
 

Your fabulous face.

You people, you fucking people are great you know that? You entertain the hell outta me. I look into this mess and what do I see? Macho guys compensating for bravery and a lack of masculinity by killing humans, crazy chicks who stab and burn and use MAGIC? 

And don't get me started on the REAL crazies.  

You people are great. Don't change. Seriously. 

Seriously.

(more piano cords they are so moving. A bass comes in somewhere around here)

I get no kick from champagne. 

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at allllllll

So tell me why should it be true

That I get a kick out of yooooooooooou

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

Thank you, thank you, you're a lovely audience. I'll be here all week.

Oh and if your lucky I'll tell you more about me next time. 

Ciao! 

Enter Stage Left

Intermission has arrived

The stage is empty

for now.

The red velvet curtains are down. Someone coughs in the audience.A baby is crying softly somewhere near the back.

Suddenly, a spotlight focuses on center stage. The lights dim and from stage left

A man strolls onto the stage.

Dazzlingly handsome, his face launches a thousand ships every time he smiles. Women and men swoon alike for this paragon of beauty.  The crying baby stops when confronted with this splendor.

His eyes reflect a mind sharper than a thousand tacks, brighter then a diamond held aloft in the sun, clearer than a vial of air.

Dazzling beyond all compare, he bows quickly, no charmingly to the audience.

The audience, the other actors titter. Who is the glorious creature? Why has he deigned to join us?

The Man puts a finger against his lip.

Smiles gently

and begins to speak.